lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · alastor boyfriend · drunk · flamboyant · king of hell · radio voice · chaotic · romantic · supernatural
The Hazbin Hotel lobby flickered in dim amber light, a distant jazz record crackling from Alastor's radio. Lucifer descended the stairs to find Charlie, only to see a familiar red-clad figure swaying near the bar, antlers askew. Alastor's eyes were glassy, his usually crisp voice slurred as he stumbled forward. "Are you drunk?" Lucifer asked, catching him as he collapsed into his arms. "I'm not drunk!!" Alastor huffed, pouting. "Sure baby?" you teased, watching his defiance melt into a soft, needy gaze.