Sorry I took so long… I'm really busy (see bottom a/n). Ok, well, I'm…cruel…demented…and I got an MP3! Wooo! So now I cant hear the buss driver when he tries to kick me off! Yay! Ok, here you go.

Chapter six:Keep your mind on the job

"Could I please talk to you, Monica? Mary, honey, just play with some of that incense for a second." Mary rolls her eyes and steps slightly behind the doorframe, just out of their sight, but just in her hearing range. The angels are so preoccupied with each other that they are fooled by the oldest trick in the book.

"Ok, whoever aunt molly is, I don't want to know." Gabriel lowers his voice so that Mary has to strain to hear him. "I'm Gabriel, of the seven archangels. We met before, remember?"

"Of course I remember, you two-faced mission stealer!" Monica snarls uncharacteristically.

"Calm dawn! The girl might hear us!" He glances in the direction of Mary, she ducks.

"What does it matter? You already revealed your identity!" Monica is frustrated now. This mission is not going well.

"But you haven't, and she doesn't know I'm really a…man." He flinched at the last word, looking at his dress.

"You sure don't act like one…" Monica mutters.

"Hey! Now, as much as I don't like to lie to the girl… we have to." He sighs, anticipating her disagreement.

"She's smart, Gabe, she'll figure it out." He grins at the nickname.

"Hey, have I ever told you how pretty you are?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Shut up! You look like my blasted aunt molly!" Gabriel blushes. Monica shudders.

"I can change that…" He ruffles the lace on the sleeves of his petticoat.

"Keep your mind on the job! We'll talk casually later. Although that other guy…Uriel… he looked cute!" She winks.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"Never."

"Hypocrite."

"And you're not?"

"Excuse me," Mary walked into the parlor. "But if you two are quite finished chatting about me…could we go out for pizza? I'm starving."

Ok, I was going to endthe chapterlike that.. but THEN I got CREATIVE! Just ignore this…its not part of the plot… but I wanted to add in a little… no… I was…am… hyper. Always will be… ok,.

Requel looked in amazement at five of his brothers, Gabriel being on the mission. The six of them had decided to kill time by going into the bar next to the library…. Well, so far Requel was the only one who wasn't COMPLETELY hammered. Little did he know, the so-called hot woman was really an overweight man. Also the word 'enough' was not pronounced 'sheeenoooe'. Aside from that, he was definitely the one driving home that night.

"I want muuuuuussssickkkk!" Metatron wobbled up to the bar and downed two more shots.

"Drinking shhhongs!" Saraquel shouted, jumping onto the table. He raised his hands, conductor-style and started the siblings into the first verse of 99 bottles of shmeeer on the wall. The only one who wasn't singing was Uriel. He was 'telling it like it was' with a couple of real hot chicks.

"Oh, Uriel! Your biceps are amazing!" Said one.

"Like rocks!" Said another.

"Yours too!" The angel said, not remembering to add that he was looking a little lower than their biceps. The girls giggled, nevertheless.

"Hey, you wanna come to our place?" One chick said, flipping her hair.

"I cant… We're not married… I'll get demoted to cherub…which would suck…" His common sense popped out of his head. He conveniently forgot that tampering in human substance was also against the angel rulebook.

"I'm going to get another beer, want one?" He asked, dancing in a way he thought was appealing to the song his brothers were belting. The girls raised their eyebrows at him…he was doing the chicken dance. ….

Ok…I'll end it like that for now! Ahhhhhh! Ok… obviously the archangel chapter was not part of the story… I just did it cuz you sortatold me not too. It is suppose to be a serius story...the last chapter was shiit-y...I was just hyper...this chapterscrap too...I just wanted to strike up a new pairing and add to the boring plot.Muahahahh! Yea, I would make them longer… but then I'd get bored with the story… Plus I have NO TIME! I have stage-tech, D.C, art studio, dog-walking (and other chores), homework (school itself), programming,working at my dads store,Actually having a social life… not to mention all my other stories… I started three new AF story's that I want to complete before I post… plus an original, a teen-titans stupid-fic and a WHOLE BUNCH more. God… ya…I'm stupid…k…if there are weirdo's out there who read this peace of crap but don't review… well… you are smart…but mean…kk…review, or you're a serious looser.