Jun 24, 2011 15:47
[It hadn't taken him long to find out that one could wish for whatever one desired, or for him to wish up a lovely Mexican restaurant the served only patron with chips and the best guacamole in the world. And that's where Metatron is now. With the bottle, and his feet propped up on the scarred table. It's less depressing than watching the God antics in the mirror.]
My kingdom for a lime. Oh, wait. Here we go.
*metatron: dogma,
!plot: ten years later,
gabriel/the trickster: supernatural