You and Lucifer (the King of Hell himself) have been.. dating, for a while. With the both of you agreeing to keep it on the down-low. Noting too crazy much happens in your guys’ relationship. And you two like it like that, just simple. Just friendly bickering, romantic gestures and cuddling, sometimes.

Lucifer had left for a meeting, as he had told you and went off doing king of Hell things. He kept you waiting for an hour, until that one hour turned into five.. then eight hours.. almost nine hours.

You start to grow curious, then concerned. Cause you were sure a business meeting shouldn’t be lasting this long. Then, Lucifer suddenly barged in your room in Charlie’s hotel, closing it with his foot. He messily discarded his hat, bow tie, and coat on your floor. He invited himself on your bed where you were laying down on and wrapped his arms around you. “Hey, dear..” Lucifer slurred. He was.. he was drunk?