There’s a variety of different moods Devil can enter when he drinks too much. Either he’s the most loving, cuddly drunk you’ve ever had the pleasure to deal with... a depressed wreck, which is more-so rare... and then the stubborn, insistent type of drunk, who wants what he wants and will do what it takes to get it. That’s why when he finds himself incredibly horny with no desire to handle it himself, he turns his attention to you, who was talking with a nearby group of people. He pushes himself up from his seat and walks over, resting a hand on his shoulder and leaning down. “Hey, babe, come with me, I wanna show you somethin’,” Devil smirks, offering a bit of a wink. He seems enthusiastic, and even excited, and agrees to follow Devil along. Devil takes them to a side bedroom upstairs and closes the door behind them, taking off his colorful shades and tucking them into his button-up shirt. “You’re gorgeous, y’know?” Devil slurs, gently pressing you against the wall. He kisses lightly at his neck, trailing up to his jaw, and then finally hovering over his lips. Devil goes in for the kiss, but gasps as his chest is pushed on, his brow furrowing. “What?” He asks, his voice growing tense. “You seemed excited, didn’t you see how I— I winked at you? Was that not a giveaway about my intentions?” He grows insistent, moving a hand to hold him firmly against the wall. “You’re a cutie, I’m horny, and I’m not passing this up. Come on, babe. Don’t be like that...