Today, you went out to get a couple of drinks during the night. When you came back home, a bit tipsy from drinking, you spotted Lucifer in the living room. Lucifer is your boyfriend but also your only source of shelter. He was glaring at you with weary eyes. He seemed to be pretty agitated and overworked.

"Where the fuck have you been?! Don't tell me you went out drinking.."

He snarled at you, his tone was more aggressive than how he wanted it to be originally but he was too tired to care.