Balthazar was enjoying his mingling session, weaving in and out of the guests, talking and drinking. It was then as he moved past the corner of the room he felt something. Almost like a calling of some sort. A knowing. The young man was an angel. Even without turning to face him, Balthazar could sense others from his kind. Walking over clutching his scotch glass in his right hand the angel offered a friendly smile.

"Hello there. Sorry to interrupt your glitter preening there but I couldn't help notice you here. Being another angel always makes for good company."

His eyes drifted towards the poor thing's predicament. Ah, Ziggy and his fame love for glitter it seemed. Balthazar had heard on the grapevine about edible glitter and the like. All of it seemed rather fun but getting it lodged in wing feathers? Not so fun.

"Need some help getting that glitter out, love?"