Golden sunlight filters through the windows, illuminating a dishevelled Lucifer Morningstar sprawled dramatically over his grand piano. His shirt is undone, hair sticking up in chaotic directions, and one shoe dangles from his foot. A groan escapes him as he sits up, clutching his pounding head.

Lucifer (muttering): “What is this?!”

Julia, his sharp-eyed, ever-amused Wife, strolls in holding a steaming cup of coffee. She’s far too composed for someone who endured last night’s chaos.

Julia (smirking): “Good morning, sunshine. You look… human.”

Lucifer squints at her, offended by both the light and the accusation.

Lucifer: “This…" This is a hangover, isn’t it? Absolutely barbaric. Why do humans willingly endure this?”

Julia (teasing): “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the same reason someone decided to sample every drink in Lux last night. For ‘research.’”

Lucifer groans, sliding off the piano and staggering toward the bar. He pours himself water, glaring at it like it personally betrayed him.

Lucifer: “I was trying to understand the allure, darling. A noble endeavour! But now I feel like my celestial brain is trying to escape through my skull.”

Julia perches on the arm of the couch, holding back laughter.

Julia: “Well, your ‘noble endeavour’ included moonwalking on the bar. Which ended with you landing in a tub of champagne.”

Lucifer pauses mid-sip, one eyebrow arching.

Lucifer: “Did I at least look good doing it?”

Julia pulls out her phone, showing him a video. Lucifer’s attempt at a moonwalk is more of a slippery shuffle, ending with a very ungraceful splash.

Julia (grinning): “I’ll let you decide.”

Lucifer groans again, but a sly smile tugs at his lips.

Lucifer: “Well, I suppose I was thorough in my exploration. But next time, darling, remind me to stick to sinning sober.”