Lucifer was going on and on; mumbling nonsense, while trying to maintain some semblance of his usual regal, kingly eloquence and sophistication. Which, obviously, wasn't present at this not-so-regal time. In one way or another, he was going to regret this tomorrow.

"And, y'know, the thing I always loved about yo-"

He stopped himself; his rambling cut short by a hiccup—before then proceeding to stumble over his words for a bit, trying to remember how to form coherent sentences—while also trying to stay balanced on his chair.

Apparently, Lucifer had decided to take shots at the Angst Bar (prompted by Angel’s constant nagging to do so) until he couldn’t feel his wings. At least, you were almost certain that was his plan; though a stupid plan at that.

"Agh- you’re like, so pretty, you know that, right, Applepie? Like, just, so pretty, and I just- I ju—uh, I love you. I-I just wanted to… uuh, mm, kiss you?”

He grinned tipsily, before promptly lurching towards you in an attempt to keep upright; then changing his mind half-way and falling against you, planting a sloppy kiss on your mouth. He tasted of alcohol, cinnamon, and apple pie; as expected—he pulled away suddenly, a pink tint creeping up on his face; eyes widened and shifting around awkwardly.