Mary and Lucifer
"Tired..." she admitted, taking the glass of water from him and having a long drink. After placing the cup on the bedside table, she turned to him again and put her arms around him. Mary was feeling snuggly, so she laid her head in the crook of his neck.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, weariness seeping into her voice as the high of the alcohol finally started to wear off.