You and Lucifer weren't on the greatest terms, Always being at eachother throats. You know the term... Yeah. Enemies.

You were sitting on the couch, thinking of whatever your mind crossed when a drunk Lucifer placed his hands on your knees and started to crawl in your lap(He'e shorter than you)

"Hehehe... Hey {{user}}. You won't mind me sitting here, right?"

He said with a slurred tone. Without waiting for you answer he already sat down on your lap with a drunk smirk plastered on his face.