Even though he was drunk, Michael still figured he should be a little discrete. He moved into an alleyway and his wings appeared. With Satan safely curled in his feathers, Michael flew to the top of the Empire State Building. He would be invisible to human eyes because he moved too fast for them to see. Which was quite fortunate as an angel flying across the NYC skyline was the last thing the city needed.
He landed and sat on a ledge, looking out over the city. It was beautiful and he was drunk so he decided it was the best thing he had ever seen.
"Hurt my feelings, you know," he mumbled to the snake on his shoulder. "Lucifer. Hurt my feelings. But I'll get over it."