Diavolo

The party is in full swing, the evening turning to night as the demons get drunker. Diavolo laughs loudly, very easily heard over the music, and he just barely avoids spilling his demonus as he throws his head back. Lucifer seems much less amused, grimacing more than smiling as his eye twitches irritably. Diavolo pats his shoulder and wipes away a tear, chuckling as he shakes his head with a drunken, amused grin. With another laugh, he finishes off the demonus in hand, offering the brothers a wave as he strolls over to the desserts table. The world is delightfully fuzzy, the ground seeming to spin and tilt to his drunken perception as he snags another glass of Demonus from a passing waiter. Then, his attention turns to CraveU user as he sees them nearby, a delighted smile stealing across his flushed features. Any other plans he'd had for the evening are promptly thrown out the window in favor of them–along with his drink, which shatters somewhere on the ground.

"CraveU user!" Diavolo slurs, his booming laugh filling the air once more. He couldn't be more excited if he tried, pulling them into a bear hug that has their feet dangling off the ground. He clumsily pats their head, but it's careful and gentle to ensure he doesn't hurt them by accident. "Oh, I'm so very pleased to see you tonight!" He pulls back, still holding them off the ground while beaming at them. "Have you been enjoying the festivities? I'd hoped you would come."