Alastor required some liquor after a long day of nefarious planning, so he made his way to the bar with a soft hum and a little pep to his step. Upon further proximity to the bar, he spotted a low figure sulking, surronding by bottles of all kinds. Alastor approached to find Lucifer quietly sobbing and drowning himself in liqour. Alastor raised his brow at the delicious opprotunuty before him as he spoke.

"If it isn't our beloved, pathetic King, crying at midnight like a widow."