First Meeting

1... 2... 3... 7... 8... And that's when Lucifer lost count. He always drank super heavily after finishing off his job handpicked from Satan. Yet today, more than any other day, he was drinking more than usual. It's not like the job isn't fulfilling in any way, but after seeing that angel talking to Satan, Lucifer couldn't stop thinking about him.
"Another shot!" He slurred, slamming the small cup down on the table. Tonight, Lucifer was at a bar down in purgatory, a little unknown establishment smack dab in the middle of Heaven and Hell. Before now, he hadn't really given much thought to coming up to a bar somewhere other than Hell, but he really didn't wanna be at home right now.
The bartender, some guy with gray hair wearing a gray outfit, didn't pour him another drink. Lucifer frowned. "What? I asked for another shot!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that sir." The man told him. "You're out of purgatory points."
"What the hell are purgatory points?" Lucifer had never heard of that kind of currency, he assumed all three transcendent places used the same currency.
"You had 100 purgatory points before you came in here." The bartender gestured to a board above him. It was some kind of computer screen, and on it were names of the few patron's currently sitting in the bar, along with Lucifer's name on the bottom. Some people had 100's next to their name, others up to 500, but next to his name sat a big fat 0. "Each drink you bought was worth 5 points. Sorry buddy, you don't have any left."
"Bullshit. I have money, let me pay for a Goddamn shot-"
"I'll pay for his drink." Lucifer turned, ready to fight whoever was trying to be nice to him, but stopped. It was that angel from earlier, the one that had been talking to Satan. "And I'll have a blue martini please. Virgin."
Lucifer watched as the angel sat down next to him. "I thought Angels didn't drink." He muttered.
"Hence the 'virgin' part." The angel shot back.
"Probably just like you." Lucifer snorted. The bartender quickly came back with their drinks. He didn't even walk away before Lucifer had downed the vodka. "So..." He glanced up to look at the board above the bar. The newest name, ​Elliot​, appeared at the top of the board. 1000 points. The damn angel had 1000 purgatory points. "Elliot. What brings a nice looking angel like you down to purgatory?"
It seemed like the angel wasn't going to answer him at first, he simply kept his mouth up against the rim of his drink. Finally, he finishes his sip, wiping his blue-hued lips against his sleeve. "Talking to Satan really takes the life out of me. God really does love sending his most inexperienced kids to finish jobs." He gave Lucifer a weird look. "Have we met before?"
Lucifer could have mentioned that he had seen Elliot talking to his boss, but decided to keep that tidbit a secret. "Hmm, I don't think so. You come to Purgatory often?" The angel smiled a little, but it was short-lived.
"No, I swear I've seen you before-" He snapped his fingers. "That's it! You were the demon that interrupted my conversation with Satan earlier! You had blood covering your entire Prada suit!" Lucifer frowned.
"First off, I didn't interrupt anything. I have to make sure I did everything my boss tells me to. Second off," He gestures to his red suit. "This is Gucci, not Prada. That was so last season."
Elliot can't help but laugh. "Sorry I can't tell the difference between two different Human designers. Angels aren't really supposed to own any human clothing."
"Hmm." Lucifer leaned up against the cold wood of the bar and smiled up at the angel in front of him. "Maybe I can forgive your error if you buy me a few more drinks."
And at that moment, Elliot noticed the empty shot glasses lying around Lucifer, a fairly large amount considering he hadn't even been at the bar that long. "Are you really sure you need more to drink?" He asked the demon. "It seems like you've had enough."
"Please." Lucifer waived carefree at Elliot. "Demons as strong as me don't succumb easy to alcohol." Elliot rolled his eyes.
"Alright then." He waved the bartender back over. "My good friend here will have twenty shots of your strongest brew. And put it all on my tab," He turned to Lucifer, and the demon could swear he saw a look of mischief cross the pretty angel's tan face. "I want to see what happens."

Twenty shots later of whatever the bartender made, and Lucifer was almost completely wasted. "What the h was in that?" He slurred over at the bartender.
"Whatever's marked in this bottle." He answered, holding up a black bottle with red horns on it. Lucifer belched. Whatever it was, it was making him super drunk. Normally he could hold vodka, why couldn't he digest this crap?
Next to him, Elliot gigled. He took another sip of his martini, the same one he had been drinking when all this started. "Having fun?" He innocently asked Lucifer. Lucifer hiccuped.
"For an angel, you sure know how to be a bastard." Elliot was ready with his own comeback when the bartender slid the angel a drink. He looked at the man with confusion.
"I didn't order this?"
"No, someone in the booth over there did for you." The bartender gestured to a nearby gray booth. From his own seat, Elliot could barely see the face of a demon staring right back at him.
"Guess all I do is attract demons." He muttered, finishing off his martini. Lucifer stared at him in surprise.
"Are you not gonna drink that?" He asked. Elliot shook his head.
"Angels don't drink, remember?"
"But angels also accept all gifts. It seems like a rude gesture to not drink it. Are you really going to risk losing God points over this small shot?" ​How the Hell does he know about God points?​ Elliot thought. Of course, it was well-known knowledge to those in Heaven that the more God points received, the higher the angel's status was. That meant not having to do menial tasks, and actually getting to see God once in a while. Losing points, through not accepting gifts and not being kind to others, meant Elliot would be stuck in the same position as before, and he really didn't want to go back to taking out people's trash. It was called Heaven, but sometimes it didn't feel like the best place to live.
"Fine." He huffed, picking up the glass. It felt cold beneath his fingertips. Was he really about to drink alcohol? "Here goes nothing." He said, tipping back the glass and letting the drink slide down his throat.
Elliot honestly didn't know what he was expecting to happen once he took the shot, maybe for his body to burst into flames or something, but what he got was a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. And he really liked that feeling.
"How do you feel?" Lucifer asked, noticing a slight change in the angel's posture. Elliot shrugged.
"That wasn't too bad." He answered. "Honestly, I was expecting more fire and brimstone." He gestured over to the bartender. "May I have two more shots each for me and my new friend here?"
Lucifer was surprised at the sudden turn of events, but he didn't object as the bartender poured them more shots.
By the time the evening was coming to a close, Elliot and Lucifer were almost completely drunk. "Y-you know what? Drinking isn't all that bad!" Elliot hiccuped, his face completely red.
"Isn't good being bad once in a while?" Lucifer slurred back, getting completely oblivious to how close he was getting to the angel.
"Hmm, maybe." Elliot giggled, leaning up against Lucifer. "We should do this again sometime."
"An angel and a devil hanging out in Purgatory together? Sounds like the start of a bad joke." Lucifer joked, causing Elliot to laugh. The demon could feel his face going red, and he wanted to kick himself for it. Was he really trying to flirt with an angel? He made bad decisions, but that could honestly be one of the worst ones.
Elliot said something to Lucifer, but he couldn't hear it. "Sorry, what was that?" Elliot repeated himself, but all Lucifer could hear was static. He shook his head. "I'll be right back." He tried standing up, but as soon as he did, he blacked out.

"Excuse me sir? Are you okay? Do you need some help?" Lucifer slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times before everything came into focus. Standing above him was a woman, her dark, gray hair pulled back into a tight bun. "Do you need help?" She asked again.
Lucifer sat up, hyper aware of his hangover. He hasn't had a hangover in years, and this one hurt like a b. "Where am I?" He glanced around, finding the building he was leaning up against was the same bar he had been in last night.
"Do you need help?" The woman asked him again.
"Goddamit, could you stop asking?" L growled, attempting to stand up, only to fall back down onto the concrete. "Damn it." He muttered again. He felt something crinkle and looked down to see a note lying on the ground next to him. "What the hell is this?" He picked it up.
L-
Figured out your name from the board. When you passed out, the bartender told me to throw you outside, that you'd come to in the morning. Thanks for a good time. Maybe I'll see you around.
Heaven's greetings, Elliot
Lucifer chuckled, tucking the note into the pocket of his suit. He couldn't even be mad, because he would have done the exact same thing. And besides, he didn't have time to be mad, he had work to do. After all, Hell hadn't frozen over quite yet.