"We should go out one day." Michael stares at Adam in slight consternation, one eyebrow lifting minutely. "Why would we do that? The last time we went out, I almost killed a teenager." Adam nods, one corner of his mouth quirking up. "I know. Maybe we should try again. It'll be fun, Michael." He tests his influence on the archangel, cupping his cheek with one hand. "Please?" Michael's eyes waver and he sighs. "Very well." He knows this may end up being a bad idea, but he can't disappoint Adam.
Finally, Adam has managed to drag Michael to a bar. He's not even sure how, but he did it. The archangel looks hideously uncomfortable, being chatted up by a petite blonde girl, and Adam snorts with laughter from across the bar. Michael gives him a hideous look, hearing his thoughts, rather than his actual laughter, and Adam immediately schools his face into pity. He shrugs, gesturing to the barman, and mouths, 'I'm trying to hurry'. Michael scowls and turns back to the blonde girl, giving her a charming smile, and Adam can practically see the cloud of lust around her. He doesn't blame her; coaxing Michael into a different outfit took a lot of effort, but it was definitely worth it. She leans over to whisper something in Michael's ear and suddenly Adam is worried. What if he isn't Michael's soulmate after all? What if she is? What if someone else in the room is? What if- And then there are someone else's hands on his hips and someone else is whispering softly in his own ear, and his whole body immediately stiffens. Not Michael. It's not Michael, but he can't see who it is, and he's had just a little too much to drink, and the last one tasted bitter anyway and he's not entirely sure why, and he can't even see his boyfriend anymore... so he surrenders, letting the stranger pull him onto the dance floor.
Michael looks away from Adam for three minutes maximum to try to get away from the girl. Even her hair is too artificially blonde, too puffed up, nothing like Adam's hair. "Adam," he whispers, searching for the hunter. He isn't where he was last time Michael looked. The blonde girl's hand slides onto his thigh and he stiffens, staring blankly at her. Her thoughts are filled with indecent images and he almost falls off his chair. "I have to..." Michael doesn't even bother to finish his sentence, disappearing into the crowd in search of Adam. There are too many people in the club, and he hasn't been drinking enough to miss the deeds going on between them. It startles him, seeing so much in one place, but he has to find Adam. He stops in the middle of the dance floor, his Grace searching for Adam, until he finds him. And when he does, everything falls from under him.
Adam's eyes snap open when he hears the light above him shatter. The guy behind him immediately jumps away from the shower of glass, leaving Adam underneath the falling shrapnel. The hunter stands motionless until he feels someone pull him away and cover him with their body, and he stares up at the furious archangel towering over him. "Michael, wait-" Michael silences him with a glare, stalking towards the other man. By this time, the dance floor has completely cleared, leaving Adam, Michael, and the guy who, Adam now realises, spiked his drink. "Michael, don't." The brunette fixes him with a dangerous glare and his voice dries up in his throat. If he kills that man... Adam shakes his head sharply and grabs Michael's arm. "I said don't." Michael growls at him, a curse in Enochian, and Adam steps back, suddenly terrified. He forgets how otherworldly the archangel is, how dangerous, until moments like these. The archangel looks immediately contrite - until a punch lands on his jaw and it jolts out of place with a sickening crack. Adam cries out, reaching for Michael. The brunette man snarls at the black-haired man who had been dancing with Adam, and his jaw snaps back into place with another crack that makes Adam flinch.
Michael is furious enough that he thinks he could wipe out the entire room if he wanted to. The other man stares at him as his jaw realigns itself, his Grace focusing on that spot until it has healed. Then he steps forward, and the room fills with dazzling light. Vaguely, he sees Adam throw his arm over his eyes, and the people around him follow suit even as the light fades again, as quickly as it flared. "What did you put in his drink?" he spits out, barely able to keep himself in his vessel, furious. "N-nothin' bad, I swear," comes a stammered reply, and Michael pulls Adam towards him, holding him up as the blond starts to sway dangerously. Adam's vision is blurring at the edges, and Michael's voice echoes, distorting, wobbling. He tries to speak but his tongue is too big and besides, his lips won't move. He clings to the archangel, pretty sure that if he lets go, he will fall, and Michael thankfully holds him steady.
Michael's eyes narrow dangerously at the other man. It would be so easy to just reach out and burn him, but he doesn't. He needs to focus on Adam. "If you touch him again, I will kill you." It's a flat warning, no hint of a joke, and the black-haired man nods quickly and stumbles away. The people in the club all stare at him, some of the girls blush and wish that it were them in Adam's place, and Michael screws his nose up at the desperation radiating off them. He wraps one arm around Adam's shoulders and leads him away gently. Adam manages to fall over his feet at least twice on the way to the door, and Michael picks him up each time. He knows he should be furious with Adam, but when they are outside, cool air hitting his face, and the boy's arms creep around his neck, he can't bring himself to be. "Sorry," Adam whispers, slurring slightly, and Michael just presses a kiss to his temple before they both disappear.