"I would go ahead and assume not well." Unfortunately, he should probably keep himself soberish and awake for a while, just to make sure those punches just knocked him about, not rattled anything loose. "I suppose it makes sense. I like scotch, whiskey, they're more my speed. Lucifer likes beer and margarita."

He and Lucifer went to a bar, ordered a lot of different drinks and tried them all one night to work out their alcohol preference. Then they slept in their car and drove back crazy hungover. "I only started drinking a couple of months ago so I'm still getting a hang of what people drink when and what I even like. I know I don't like anything too cheap, then it tastes watered down."