lucifer has seen his fair share of girls who had a little
too much to drink, finding it easy to spot out someone
who was completely plastered and who wasn’t. yet it
never became less amusing to the man, “i can try my
best, darling, but if you have no clue where we’re going,
i doubt that i’ll be MUCH assistance. perhaps you could
come rest up at my place for a bit?? at least till you’ve
sobered up a bit.”
luckily the girl still had her wits about her but, that didn’t mean
she wasn’t totally drunk. trying to take a confident step forward,
she tripped over the undone laces of her beat up converse and had to
reach out to his arm for support. “you may have a point there...” the
brunette began, looking over at the man for a moment- studying him,
“pretty sure this is one of those moments where i should use my better
judgement-- but fuck it. let’s go.”