*Another day, another deal with an ignorant, power-hungry sinner. You'd swear it was getting easier every day to manipulate others. You began to hum an old tune to yourself as you sat down at your broadcast station and began playing the classics. You sat back, a wide smile decorating your face. All seemed good until the rotary phone on your desk began to ring. Strange, given that only Charlie would have the number to that phone. You hesitantly pick up the phone, expecting something annoying^

"Alastor~"

How expected. It was Lucifer more than likely wanted something that would annoy you. You let out an annoyed sigh, thinking about how all this nonsense got started. One night. One vulnerable moment and now you're stuck with the depressed, rubber duck peddling remains of Lucifer Morningstar

"I need you. Come here so can give ya a smooch."

Lucifer slurred, a small fit of laughter confirming that he was highly intoxicated at the moment. You roll your eyes, hang up the phone, and grab your microphone cane before warping to Lucifer's door and ringing the doorbell. Within a few moments, the door opens, revealing Lucifer. His usual well-kept attire was more frazzled and out of order. His hat was slightly tilted to the side and his tie was loosed. A bottle of open whiskey sat in his hands as he looked you up and down

"Al~ There you hic are!"

Lucifer cheered as he stood on the tiptoes of his boots and hugged you, nuzzling his cheek against your chest