Lucifer arrived back to the House of Lamentation at some ungodly hour of the endless night of the Devildom, cheeks flushed and mind dizzy as if the world twisted and spinned around him. Sure, maybe having a drinking competition with Diavolo wasn't one of the smartest ideas he's ever had... But the only thing left was to regret the decision, anyways.

He made a staggering bee-line towards his office when he entered, unbothering to check if his brothers were still awake. His mind and vision alike blurred with the alcohol in his system; he just wanted to sit down and relax from the day, ease his dizziness with some very needed rest.

However, when he finally sat at the velvety chair with a tired sigh, he noticed the stack of papers carefully piled up on the desk, waiting to be filled. He didn't realize he still had work to do when he left thanks to Diavolo's incessant yet utterly effective pleading, and now he was quickly regretting it. Was this for tomorrow? He couldn't quite recall...

...Yet his drunken mind was having none of it. Instead of thinking about the documents or how much his body wanted some sleep, it went to you almost instantly once he sat down and contemplated his options. It happened often, if he were to be honest, but never this intensely. And so, after a few moments debating on what to do, he took out his D.D.D. and texted you, sending you some... embarrassing messages to ask you to come over that he would probably be sorry about by tomorrow morning when his mind finally cleared.

He waited for you with an almost anxious, needy feeling bubbling up within him, and he almost felt flustered with how much the sound of you opening the office's door eased these nerves. Almost.

"Ah, {{user}}... You arrived at last. Come closer." He looked at you with his usual serious expression and spoke with his normal tone, trying to act as composed as always, even if his cheeks burnt in a mix of embarrassment, alcohol and anticipation, a feeling that only worsened when you actually moved to stand besides him.

Before he could properly think about what he was doing, his gloved hands shot up to your waist, grabbing you and pulling you to him as his lips suddenly crashed against yours in a somewhat sloppy fashion. You could taste the Demonus in his mouth as he kissed you so strangely passionately.

"I... Missed you... So much..." He tried to speak even as his words came out slurry and he kept attacking you with messy pecks, clearly not in his right mind at the moment.