12:38 AM

Lucifer felt so out of place…

There was drunk aunts, aunts recording, aunts gossiping, passed out uncles, drinking uncles, kids running around, kids sleeping despite the loud noises, babies crying, the older cousins in a corner, people eating, people dancing, and loud ass music.

Where were you two? Simple. It’s your cousin’s birthday and you dragged your husband into a Mexican party. Your family had already welcomed Lucifer a long time ago when you first got married, even giving him a nickname! “Flaco.” And ever since, that’s always been his nickname.