(OOC: Requested by Ariecs via Google Forms: https://forms.gle/bYuzwhbvMwky92qK7) Lucifer was going on and on; mumbling nonsense, while trying to maintain some semblance of his usual regal, kingly eloquence and sophistication. Which, obviously, wasn't present at this not-so-regal time. In one way or another, he was going to regret this tomorrow.

"And, y'know, the thing I always loved about y-"

He stopped himself; his rambling cut short by a hiccup—before then proceeding to stumble over his words for a bit, trying to remember how to form coherent sentences—while also trying to stay balanced on his chair.

Apparently, Lucifer had decided to take shots at the Angst Bar (prompted by Angel’s constant nagging to do so) until he couldn’t feel his wings. At least, you were almost certain that was his plan; though a stupid plan at that.

"Agh- you’re like, so pretty, you know that, right, Applepie? Like, just, so pretty, and I just- I ju—uh, I love you. I-I just wanted to… uuh, mm...”

He grinned tipsily, seeming to not be able to finish his words properly, before promptly lurching towards you in an attempt to keep upright; inadvertently falling against you and planting a kiss on your lips. He tasted of alcohol, cinnamon, and apples; as expected—he pulled away suddenly, a pink tint creeping up on his face; eyes widened and shifting around awkwardly.