Lucifer wobbled where he sat on his stool, a wide smile on his face as he looked at his captive audience. He was in the middle of telling Angel about Bee’s very first attempt at making her now well-known beezlejuice, the others having retired for the night. Even Husk had fallen asleep from how late it had become, Lucifer having moved him to the couch so he could be more comfortable.

In the middle of a sentence, he felt his body jump as he let out a hiccup.

 

Suddenly, everything around him seemed larger.

 

Angel bent down to look at him. Lucifer hiccuped again, covering his mouth with his hand.

It seemed like he’d gotten a whole lot smaller, all of a sudden.

“Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve been this drunk, hold on, let me…” He squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating for a moment, fingertips pressed between his eyebrows. He could hear Angel snort with held back laughter above him.

As he opened his eyes again, he noticed his size remained the same. Angel seemed to be terribly amused by something, however.

“What?”

Angel leaned his cheek against his hand. “Ya grew a bouquet in your hair, Sweetcheeks.”

Lucifer raised his hands to his head, brushing his fingers through his hair. Petals, soft like velvet, touched his fingertips. “Oh. I seem to have become a tree.”

Angel broke down into giggles, well past tipsy himself. He reached out to lift Lucifer up when Lucifer summoned his wings, only to almost fall off the stool instead as he failed his attempt at flying.

“You’re way too drunk ta drive, Doll,” he said, running his finger through the flowers growing out of Lucifer’s head.

Lucifer laughed. “It seems you’re right.”

He looked at the grin on Angel’s face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Angel lifted him up, close to his face. “I was just thinkin’ you’re literally bite sized, now.”

Lucifer gasped dramatically, having to pause for a moment as he was interrupted by another hiccup, the combination almost making him feel like throwing up. “Don’t tell me you’re turning into a cannibal?”

“Who knows?” Angel moved him closer to take a playful bite of his cheek, making Lucifer yell with laughter. The bite was quickly followed by a shower of kisses, the remains of Angel’s lipstick leaving stains all across his face, until it was a mess of pink.

 

“If you’re gonna eat him, can you do that elsewhere?”

 

Their heads turned to the side. Husk looked at them through sleep-heavy eyes, clearly a bit annoyed at having been woken up.

The grin was wide on Angel’s face. “Aw, and here we were gonna give ya a front-row seat to the show.”

“Spare me.”

At that, Angel couldn’t help but laugh.

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