PANICKING

Snake bites and deer hooves

I felt like staying up, not doing any of my homework that's due, and writing radioapple shit tonight. So... Ye.

"Ready?"

"I have no choice..."

"True, dares are fun!"

"This one will be destructive... I'm not dragging your ass into bed tonight."

"Will you two shut up and drink already?!" Husk growled, slamming his newly polished glass onto the bar table.

Alastor and Lucifer roll their eyes and take a bottle of whiskey each.

"Whoever can drink the most before getting drunk wins!" The little bean of hell- er, king of hell- yelled, beginning to chug down the bottle.

The king stopped halfway through and began taking much slower sips. "That's... Strong..."

Alastor had in the meantime downed an entire bottle in under a minute, already doing the same with a second.

Luci looked defeated and hardly three minutes had passed. "Al... How can you drink so much so fast?" The bean wondered aloud, just finishing his first bottle as Alastor began his third.

Husk chuckled. "I can't even out-drink him. He's built like a machine on things that have to do with drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, and other shit like that."

Angel roars. "Kinky~"

Husk throws a bottle at him. "Think fast!"

Angel's head swerves to the side, and his arms stick out in all directions. "Hey!"

Husk laughs, causing Angel to blush slightly, smile softly and laugh with him.

Duck lord finishes his second bottle, with Alastor setting down an empty fifth bottle, wiping his mouth.

"Well, Ducky Dad, still think ya have a shot?" Angel chuckles, setting down his piña colada (with alcohol, duh) and looking at Luci.

The smol bean turns gold, and looks away quickly. "I can definitely out-drink a sinner!"

He picks up a third bottle, still drinking remarkably slowly compared to Alastor, who has, Husk kept track, drank six bottles now.

Alastor sets it down and chuckles. "Still holding strong! How about you, my dear duck boy?"

Luci's face scrunches up and he finishes the third bottle. "Not drunk..." He slurs, nearly falling off the chair.

Alastor chuckles and pulls the small king back onto his stool, patting his head and chugging down a seventh bottle halfway, before it slips from his hand and breaks on the floor.

"Seems I'm entering that state too..." Alastor mumbles, watching as Niffy begins to clean the spill.

Angel laughs. "Alastor wins with 6 in a half bottles of whiskey! And I cannot believe it!"

Husk rolls his eyes. "You shoulda seen him when he had a bad day back in life... The man could drink twenty."

Alastor shakes his head. "Now that's an exaggeration... Although I did once. Nearly destroyed my liver!"

The deer stretches and stands up, picking the drunken king up and beginning to walk up to their room.

Going inside, he sets the Duck lord on his bed, and goes to their closet.

Alastor puts on a pair of pajamas and walks over to a chair out on the balcony, pulling out a newspaper and beginning to read.

He can hear Lucifer getting his own blue pajamas with ducks on, and smiles a bit. Knowing his boyfriend, he'll want to cuddle.

Alastor sets his newspaper in the chair and crawls into the hammoc, swaying it back and forth slightly.

Just as he predicted, Luci walks out and yawns.

Alastor peeks an eye open and smiles softly, inviting the little king into the hammoc with him.

The cuddle up together, and eventually fall asleep.

[I know how dirty minded y'all be so to avoid that have this image I drew like twenty minutes before publishing this:

(Next day...)

Alastor wasn't one to present how drunk he actually was. However hangovers hit him like trucks.

Groaning, Alastor found himself in an uncomfortable postion, unable to move due to a certain duck lover on top of him, still sleeping.

He also had a massive headache. Yay.

Slowly removing himself from Lucifer, he groggily got out of the hammoc.

Lopsidedly walking to the bathroom, he got dressed and then stumbled back outside and to the hammoc, getting himself back into the same position and closing his eyes to block out the light.

The Duck lord woke up and yawned. Unlike Alastor, he would be completely drunk, and not too much hungover.

Not knowing this, however, the short king shook Alastor slightly and poked his tail.

Alastor looked up at Luci and seemed kinda pissed. "What did I say about the tail...?"

"Off-limits?"

"Yes... Now let me go back to bed..." Alastor mumbled, nuzzling into the hammoc as if trying to find warmth.

Luci smiled softly and got out of the hammoc. He eventually convinced Alastor to do the same.

Luci chuckles as Alastor nearly tripped down the stairs ten times, not having put on his shoes, and therefore trying desperately to stand on his hooves.

Duck lord had to admit that it was the most adorable thing he'd seen all day, especially when Alastor would squeek like a deer every time he slipped.

Despite that, one was still clearly hungover.

Deciding not to strain deer boi, they played card games all day.

:)