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[ Sherlock should probably start sectioning magazines off into piles of read and unread so that his mischievous angelic friend can sort through and grab whatever takes his fancy - but then, Gabriel might just end up finding out more than he bargained for if he ends up taking random magazines. Information is power. He reads every tip.

The porn channel is awful. It figures Gabriel had a hand in generating what must be the cheesiest dialogue known to demon - not that Sherlock has spent any time actively watching it, mind. He really doesn't want the dulcet tones of porn echoing out into the hotel at large, thank you very much. Besides, the porn in Hell is apparently very specialist.

Unfortunately, the state of Sherlock's health has rather deteriorated. Without the inclination of survival hanging over his head, the need to sleep, eat and otherwise function seems to have largely gone out the window. He's mostly just existing day to day, although he has given up on the concept of forgoing sleep entirely - his mind was becoming foggier with each passing day he refused to give in, but it was a worthwhile experiment in pushing his new, dead boundaries.

Three days without sleep is about the longest he's decided he can cope with. Any longer than that and he comes a train wreck. ]

When the work was there, yes. I was at the mercy of the cases people wanted to provide, which meant that sometimes I was forced into having downtime whether I liked it or not.

<sub>[ Hint: he didn't like it.

Sherlock finishes rolling fairly quickly, moving to throw Gabriel a joint or two alongside whatever's leftover in the bag. ]</sub>

You can snort, inject and make a suppository out of marijuana if you'd like, but it's definitely not the usual method of delivery.

<sub>[ By which he means: I'm not talking about other drugs with you.

Although the 'probably' Gabriel dropped implies the fact that he's speaking from an outsiders opinion, which means he hasn't actually tried snorting or injecting various chemicals into his bloodstream.

Which tends to be the general attitude, of course, but until you've tried, there's really no way of explaining or comparing it.

So he's not going to bother trying. He'll opt to pat down his pockets in search for his lighter instead before finally locating it on the bedside table beside his cigarettes. He fans his wings out carefully behind him, leans back into the headboard and lights up.

Sherlock then tosses the lighter over to Gabriel, impatient for the drugs to just work already.

Injecting is always so much quicker. ]</sub>

[ailes_dor]

[ Gabriel isn't entirely sure he'd call what was printed on the pages of Cosmo information. Gossip, rumour, misinformation and the occasional gem yes, but Gabriel isn't sure about the actual value of this sort of thing, especially when a lot of it isn't anymore more than common sense. But alright, he appreciates the sentiment.

It's only specialist one week of each month! They so theme weeks! It's fun and it gives the actors a bit of a rest from the usual daily grind. Daily grind. Porn. Gettit? No? It wasn't that bad!

Gabirel can't begin to understand why Sherlock does what he does. Partly because he doesn't actually understand why humans need to sleep. Someone tried to explain it to him once, but it really went in one ear and out the other. If Sherlock wants to stay up, why not? He becomes even more grumpy than usual, sure, but he can do what he wants.

It just seems pretty weird for a man whose brain is so finely tuned to want to break it that way. Even if it is in the name of research. Sometimes it's very easy to imagine Sherlock as the child that would consciously and carefully put his finger in plug sockets just to see if the surge would kill him. ]

I guess when you work in the private sphere, that's something you just have to deal with. At least when times are good you can pick and choose what you do?

[Is anyone surprised?

Gabriel reaches for the joint picking it up from where it's fallen on the bed and examining it for a moment. Carefully and neatly done, but that's Sherlock for you. It's going to smoulder away into nothing, and yet it's such a well-done thing. A bit like ice-sculpture. Why make something so beautiful that's just going to melt away?

Oh well, he catches the lighter, cupping his hands around it as it sparks and takes that first drag. Then he hands the lighter back. He doesn't just throw things at people Sherlock.

Gabriel's not tried a lot of the chemicals humans use. Alcohol is bad enough- it's near impossible to get an angel drunk and harder to get an archangel off it's face. Stoned is tricky too, unless you've got a lot of time and patience. Or access to the sort of drugs that have similar effects on the Supernatural population. Certain opiates are pretty good but they weren't designed for this stuff. It's not his fault.]

No it's not. But when have humans ever done anything the usual way when they can make life as complicated as possible for themselves? You even do it down here. But kudos to you all, you're very inventive about getting high.