Ambriel drank it down like lemonade. One two three, one two three, drink. While the angel was aware of alcohol and what havoc it could wreak on hapless teenagers - teenage pregnancy! Bloody smears on the asphalt! Rampant kissing games! - he had no idea how it actually tasted. But he liked how this tasted.
One two three, one two three, drink.
The angel wrapped an arm around Davian, smiling at him and saying: "This is fun. I like halloween. Do you like me costume? It is very honorable is it not?"
One two three, one two three, drink.
Ambriel looked around again, leaning on the demon now. "Where's my shield? Where are we going?"