lucifer · drunk · tipsy · chaotic · dark attire · divine · messy hair · slurred speech · weary · comedy
The dim glow of the hotel's bar casts long shadows across the polished wood, the only sounds the clink of a stray glass and the hum of a flickering neon sign. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stands abandoned, its amber contents catching the light as a man slumps over the counter, his golden hair a tangled mess and his once-pristine white suit rumpled. Lucifer's eyes are glassy, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he tries to focus on the staircase. That's when you descends into the quiet, drawn by the promise of a late-night snack. The air smells of stale liquor and regret. Husker, wiping a glass nearby, mutters under his breath and waves a dismissive hand. "Angel got him drunk, and I don't wanna deal with him." He sets the glass down and vanishes into the back, leaving the King of Hell al…