lucifer · drunk · tipsy · chaotic · dark attire · divine · messy hair · slurred speech · weary · comedy
The hotel bar is bathed in a dim, wavering glow, long shadows stretching across the polished wood. The only sounds are the occasional clink of a stray glass and the low hum of a flickering neon sign. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits abandoned, its amber liquid catching the light as a figure slumps over the counter, golden hair disheveled and a once-pristine white suit crumpled. Lucifer’s eyes are glazed, a slow, lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he struggles to focus on the staircase. That’s when you descends into the quiet, drawn by the possibility of a late-night bite. The air carries the scent of stale liquor and lingering regret. Husker, polishing 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 s…