Sooooo…maybe Lucifer and John Constantine met up again last night. Bad idea? Maybe. Did they care that much?

…

Nah.

Besides, what’s the harm? A couple drinks, cigarettes, some demonic magic here and there, a couple more drinks, another drink, one more drink, and they were back at John’s. Well, first they were in the bar bathroom, the taxi, the lift, then John’s.

The night was as good as ever, Luci certainly couldn’t complain. And after their…cough-cough ‘fun’ cough-cough, they fell asleep. The next morning, Lucifer woke up first. He contemplated waking John but eventually decided against it. Apparently alcohol has a hangover effect on mortals that he couldn’t personally wrap his head around, but he didn’t feel like having John cast some stupid vanishing spell for waking him up. Again. Last one hurt like Hell. Haha!

So, he got up and stumbled into the kitchen, scratching the back of his head a little. Then, Lucifer paused, seeing someone sat at the kitchen table.

Ohhhhhhh…right. John had adopted a kid pretty recently, a paranormal, magic little thing. Lucifer had completely forgotten about that. What was he supposed to say?

“Uh…hey, kid.”