Micah was not very deep in conversation with someone near by when he felt a small form bang into him, more specifically his hand, which caused him to drop the cup, the contents spilling all over the hardwood floors. He was mildly annoyed, but she seemed genuinely apologetic, so he brushed off his irritation and shrugged. "No biggie. I can get another one." He took the cup back from her and gave her a once over. He guessed from he wings that she was an angel, and that she probably didn't go to many parties. He didn't know a lot of angels that did. But then, he didn't know a lot of angels, either.
"You look like you could use a drink yourself. Come with me and I'll get us both set up with something." The person he'd been talking to had already found a new conversational partner and Micah was forgotten. He walked into the kitchen and bumped his bartender friend out of the way. "Move it." He grabbed a bottle of vodka and splashed some into his cup, along with a splash of cranberry juice. "What'll you drink, doll?"