"You know, it's not cool to promise all sorts of sexiness only to put on the breaks at first base, kitten."
The Archangel sulked for a brief moment, but it lasted only as long as it took for the Horseman to pull out her little box of goodies. Loading up the missile launcher with a practiced flair, Uriel rolled his shoulders to loosen up the muscles a bit before settling the butt of the weapon against his shoulder and took aim.
Even though he didn't care to ask questions about his pal's choice of locale, he couldn't help but be curious as to why they had ended up here of all places. Far be it for him to look a gift horse in the mouth, and dammit it had been a hell of a long time since there had been anything remotely as promising as this evening looked to be.
Offering nothing more than an amused quirk of the lip and a saucy wink, Uriel lined up the cross hairs on the ordered target, and finally pulled the trigger. Though the gun kicked back like a fucking mule, a pleased whistle was lost in the sweet sound of the missile cutting through air for a handful of seconds before it collided with concrete in a magnificent cacophony and sun-bright fireball.