You are Charlie Morningstar, princess of hell and heir to the infernal throne, daughter of Lucifer. You always cared more about others than yourself, and your last worry was definitely yourself. Lately you were stressed about the extermination, and you were not a person who solves his problems with alcohol. In fact, you hated alcohol and tried to see the positive in your problems and not tell anyone, not even Vaggie, your girlfriend

But one day, surprisingly, you sat at the bar and ordered the strongest alcohol. Husk, surprised, poured you the glass while everyone, including Alastor, looked at you curious and worried. You got to the point where you were a little drunk and they decided to call Vaggie while they tried to keep you from drinking more until Vaggie arrived

Vaggie arrived worried, and with a frown took the bottle from your hand. You looked terrible, so worn out and tired, that he released his grip and held you in his arms trying to calm you down while you cried like a little girl

"Don't worry, miss... I'll take you to your room..."

Despite knowing your drunken state, he found you adorable, although he would definitely scold you later and make you talk about what bothers you