It was five hours later when he woke up on one of the couches inside Gabriel's coffee shop with what he guessed was a headache, that he realized how much of a bad idea was drinking those last rounds with one of Gabriel's creations.
He stood up, grace feeling oddly unresponsive to his commands. A thing he vaguely remembered Gabriel saying was one of the consequences of drinking 'The Gabe Special', along with knowledge it would last at least one day. Suffice to say, it was a weird sensation. He shook his head, his whole being feeling as if it weighed more than it should, but at the same time so light. He had to tighten his grip on it as to not let it escape from his vessel so it could fly away to space as it wanted.
Wondering if the hungover humans experienced was similar to what he was feeling, Lucifer walked to where he could see his brother sprawled across the barstool, hand extended to reach what looked like syrup.
