Thus, the two got to work. They started with a romcom style fashion show as Lucifer shape shifted into various forms and outfits and Andy gave them a thumbs up or down. Andy didn’t know much about fashion but he at least trusted himself to know the bright purple and green suit and shirt was not attractive.

Look after look, they cycled through seemingly hundreds in no time at all. “I can’t think of anything else…” Lucifer melted back to his smokey form to hide his pouting.

“Jesus, you just came up with a billion. I think we got enough for you to go on some dates.” Andy was getting exhausted as the night ticked on. “We still have work tomorrow too. Sorry to do this to ya, but do you mind if I head out? I’m gonna have a horrible hangover and I better sleep soon to make sure I’m not hungover and exhausted.”

Lucifer’s glowing eyes go wide. “Oh! I’m sorry! Of course. You’re my guest, you can leave when you want. Do you want me to teleport you out?”

Andy’s face turned deadly serious. “You’re telling me we could’ve teleported instead of walking through a room that switched my arms and legs?” The silence was all the answer Andy needed. “Yes, please.”

Lucifer just nodded in an awkward, apologetic manner. “This may seem a bit weird but we’ll be outside in just a moment.”

“What do you mean wei-” Andy is quick to realize the reason as Lucifer’s body collapses into a pool of black haze before flowing towards him and wrapping him completely in the tingling sensation of before. The feeling is brief as the smoke falls away and reforms in front of him, this time by the elevator back up. “Oh.” Andy was too drunk to really process what had happened to him.

“Sorry about that. And about everything else tonight. I shouldn’t be bothering you with this stuff.” Lucifer was clearly ashamed of asking Andy for help.

“Lucifer, calm down. It’s my pleasure. We’re friends!” Andy puts his arms out to his sides in a grand gesture. “I had some great gay friends back when I was alive. I oftentimes had to do the same things for them too. I wonder how they’re doing…” If you’d like to know how they’re doing, read I’m Not Your Butler Ch 3 Pt 6. That’s right, this story is third person so I can just call out where things are now. Bet you weren’t expecting that, huh? While I’m at it, how about Lucifer? What a fun, nice guy! Andy’s cool too, a bit of a dork though. Wait… I’m writing a story. Anyways, back to the actual plot.

“I’m sure they’re missing you, if you were as helpful to them as you were to me.” Lucifer’s smoke face curls in a way to mimic a smile.

“I’d hope so!” Andy puts his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. “The least they could do is be a little sad that I'm gone.” He opens one eye to look at Lucifer with a smile. The two laugh. Andy says goodbye and takes the elevator back up the first circle.

Stumbling his way back to his apartment, he trips inside and finds his way to the bed. The moment his head hits the pillow, everything is black and in an instant, light is pouring in the window and the shrill beeping of an alarm rips him from his peaceful slumber.

“Fuck.” He rolls off of the mattress and slumps into the shower. One hazy morning routine later and he’s at his desk staring at a black monitor.

“How’re you feeling?” Greg's smug face was looking down at him from the other side of the wall.

“Like shit, thanks for asking.” Greg gives Andy a thumbs up before sinking back behind the thin divider.

“By the way, our favorite succubus stopped by. Said she wanted to meet with her new case before the weekend hits. Which means you’ve got a meeting today.” 

Andy lets his head slam onto his desk. “Oh, God dammit.”

“God ain’t down here, bud.” Greg laughs at his own joke.