Michael Singer wouldn't exactly consider himself a lucky person. Sure, he had his good days, but he typically wouldn't have expected to meet Lucifer Shurley- the heir to a multi-million dollar inheritance, and generally a world-class asshole- standing right outside of his apartment. Of course, one thing leads to another, and before he knows it, Michael has been swept up into the dizzying world of lavish parties, five star hotels, and a just a little bit too much champagne. And somehow, to his absolute dismay, he just can't seem to get rid of Lucifer Shurley. (Michifer, some Destiel)