Mary and Lucifer
"Where are you planning on going?" Lucifer asked, shaking his head in amusement as she fell into him. "Easy there," he said, reaching his arm around her to hold her in place.
Finishing his drink, he set the empty glass down on the bar and then carefully slid off the stool, still holding her. "Where do you want to go?" he asked her, meeting her eyes. She was definitely drunk, and as amusing as that was, he wanted to give her the option of getting out of there in case she didn't want to regret being so openly intoxicated.