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“And that’s the last one….” Lucifer was saying as the last ward came into being.
“I hope that’s the last one…,” Alastor said with a heavy sigh. “I’m spent….”
“If there are any spots we missed we can get them tomorrow, Al,” Lucifer told him as the headed for the lounge.
“Along with any other unsightly spots caused by our...glitter incident earlier.”
“Yeah…” Lucifer agreed before adding with a snort. “Still can’t believe I lost that bet….”
“I did warn you the odds were against you, darling,” Alastor said with a smirk, giving his cane a little twirl.
The magic surge that occurred from that incident had been noticed by everyone in the Hotel. Charlie and Vaggie had shown up first too see them just finishing their respective laughing fits. Of the two, Vaggie was the most upset at the change in décor of the area and they had to explain an experiment with combining their magics went...wrong. Vaggie had insisted they change it back, but Charlie countered her saying it didn’t hurt to have some...variety...in the hotel décor, though she did request that they ensure the transition was...smoother.
That was when Angel had shown up and immediately declared the area the ‘pimp section’, which Alastor had predicted. Lucifer passed him a couple of bucks behind their bucks while both Charlie and Vaggie shot that idea down.
“So...what to join me for a couple of drinks before we turn in for the night?” Lucifer offered. “Just to help wind down a bit?”
“Sure, why not?” Alastor replied, seeing no harm in it.
Husk was still tending the bar and Alastor caught him glancing between them with a raised brow. Alastor gave him a ‘say nothing’ look and he just shrugged before getting them their drinks. Lucifer got himself martini while Alastor go his usual rye whiskey.
Then they started chatting. Random stuff, nothing serious, but Husk kept refilling their drinks. Ended up drinking more than just a ‘couple of drinks’, waaay more. Was that damn cat trying to see if something scandalous happened between them? Nooope...not going to happen on his-
Suddenly he was on the floor. Blinking stupidly up at Lucifer whom was looking down at him with an equally befuddled look.
Fuck...he had way too much.
“You...OK, Al?” Lucifer was asking, his speech a bit slurred.
“Fine...just fine….” Alastor was slurring himself as he grabbed the bar stool and pulled himself back up.
Oooh...the room was swaying...why was it swaying?
“I think you two have had enough for one night,” Husk stated.
Bastard...he should have mentioned...that...that...like….five drinks ago?” Fuuuck...he was not looking forward to the hangover the next morning.
“Come on, Al…,” Lucifer was saying as he slipped off his seat. “I’ll help you to your room.”
“I...I can make it myself, thank you….” He took a step, but the room then went upside down again.
Wait...was he on then floor again?
Yes.
Fuck.
“Ok...maybe...I need a little help,” he grumbled. Even if had some magic reserves left, it wouldn’t have been safe to teleport in his current state.
“Upsy daisy there, Bambi,” Lucifer was saying as he helping him back onto his feet.
“Don’t...don’t call me that,” Alastor half growled as he leaned heavily on the King. Wait...did he make himself taller? Or was all the alcohol warping his perception?
No matter. They were making their way up the stairs, Alastor nearly falling down them and taking Lucifer with him more than once. Babbling nonsense as they headed toward his room...or was that Lucifer babbling? Ugh...who cares!
Somehow they made it to his room. Alastor took off his upper clothing and boots...did Lucifer help him with that?
Oh well.
Then collapsed onto his bed. Sleep overtaking him quickly.