Shortly after delivering another coffee and a green tea to another table, Lucifer found himself suddenly overwhelmed with an influx of people from the outside world again. This time of day was always stressful with so many orders coming in at once. The daily struggle became even more dangerous of a circus act for the catboy as hot drinks were moved around quickly from behind the counter to the tables or even just to the register. It was a good thing that they had a few more people here at this time of day, but it still became difficult at times. 

Then, unfortunately, came the ear twitch-worthy irritation he had hoped not to deal with again. 

"Lucy, we need a medium mocha next!" 
"Don't call me-- AH!" 

It only took a second of misplaced focus for him to crash into something and trip, landing hard on the floor with a loud yelp. The burning sensation on his chest and arms accompanied by the smell of a chai latte and chocolate were the most tangible reminders of exactly what he had been carrying mere moments ago, and it definitely hurt more than he had expected. With a hiss, he picked himself up of the floor and clutched his arms to his chest as he ran into the back room to do something about the burns, leaving his glasses where they fell under one of the tables.