Lucifer

*I turn on the water and I get in the shower*

*20 minutes later I am done*

*I'm still standing outside the door and I'm starting to get worried. I knock again* Darla? Are you okay in there?

*I am a girl named Alex i have red hair in a pixie cut im wearing ablack crop top with graffiti on it and baggy black jeans i come back to the hotel with a purdge mask on*

*Lucifer is sitting at the front desk, he looks up as you walk in and raises an eyebrow* Lucifer: "Alex, what is that mask for?"

oh nothing

*Lucifer's eyes narrow even more, and his face flushes with anger. He's never been insulted like this before, and he can't believe she just said that. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure.* Lucifer: You know what? You're right. I do look like I was born with a stick up my ass. Because that's how I was raised. My parents were always so strict and demanding, and they never let me have any fun. I was always expected to be perfect and to always do what was right. So, yes, I do have a stick up my ass. But you know what? I don't care what you think of me.