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Beelzebub had been out drinking, especially once he found out that it was a holiday for drinking. He'd gotten trashed earlier in the day. It left him in green feather cat ears, numerous sets of shamrock beads, and lips stained from way too much green beer. All the carousing with groups of friends at bars reminded him that he had some he hadn't seen in awhile. One in particular, he felt compelled to visit.
Holidays required gifts and so he stumbled home to get some of the cinnamon rolls he made earlier. He was getting better at them after some trial and error. He hadn't covered the entire kitchen in flour, nor nearly set it on fire again. On his way across town, walking because he was drinking his way there, the angel also found a pair of leggings he thought his ward would appreciate. The trek took hours as he stopped to drink with people along the way.
Eventually, though, he does make it to Harley's apartment. Jovially drunk as he knocks on the door way harder than he should.
Holidays required gifts and so he stumbled home to get some of the cinnamon rolls he made earlier. He was getting better at them after some trial and error. He hadn't covered the entire kitchen in flour, nor nearly set it on fire again. On his way across town, walking because he was drinking his way there, the angel also found a pair of leggings he thought his ward would appreciate. The trek took hours as he stopped to drink with people along the way.
Eventually, though, he does make it to Harley's apartment. Jovially drunk as he knocks on the door way harder than he should.
