[@Drakey] (Sorry I haven't responded in a while ;-;, and sorry it's so short, kinda ded)

As Azrael returned from his spaced and shocked state, he looked at Elizabeth soothing. He looked around and saw another man saying that he wanted to be a gunner. There was only one spot now. He looked into her eyes, and stared as much a drunk could. He didn't realize that his cheeks were bright red. The only thing that mattered now was to get with this girl. Azrael recounted how 1 glass of vodka became 6, and he's utterly wasted. It didn't matter to him. 

He managed to blurt out, very slurred, "You know what?" He put his arm over her shoulder, and approached, now only a few inches from her face. He put the glass down and said, "I'm in, I might know how to fly, I might not, who knows, this crew needs a pilot to fly though, I'll be that...yeah." He backed off now, and passed out on the table. The vodka finally hit him where it mattered.