12 years before Lucifer's Death, Maccleshead City Centre.
In a bustling club with blaring music so powerful, the pulse of the speakers sends vibrations through the entire room.
A handsome male with dark hair was carrying several drinks over to his friends while one of them was chatting up a beautiful woman across the room.
"Oh, it looks like he's fucking in! Jammie bastard." Lewis said with his slightly jealous but optimistic tone, taking his rum and coke before taking a swig, looking at Lucifer with a thankful gaze.
"Cheers, bruv, just what we needed, a fuckin' night out without those annoying women yacking on and on about bills and children~ and the fucking Morgage."
A tall lad with a slightly bent nose was leaning over Lucifer's shoulder. "Oh Jimmy, got you a bitter cause you're fussy as fuck!" Lucifer joked with his deep baritone voice vibrating over the loud music.
"Cheer's brother! I'll get the next round."
