[Dad damn it. It takes a couple of hours, but eventually Gabriel pulls up outside an apparently closed bar whose lights are nonetheless lit. A moment later he enters the bar with a slam of the door, glancing around for his brother.

[He's not feeling the joviality tonight. He hadn't heard much from Balthazar since the arrival in the city, and the idea that the other angel has been going out and drinking his wits away every single night? It sends shivers down Gabriel's spine.]