PP12: Heyy, hi, how you doin? Okay, so the title pretty much says it all. Our loveable Sebastian gets his hands on alcohol and everything falls apart. Reviews are welcome ^^

Ciel Phantomhive, looking bored out of his skull in his study, watched his perfect butler Sebastian Michaelis, the best in all of England (if you don't need your soul) cutting his cake. He had been bored for several days now with no received letters or orders by the Queen and had been stuck doing painful hours of violin practices and dancing lessons that made him look like a complete idiot. Ciel sipped his tea and sighed at the fact that today was just another ordinary day at the Phantomhive manor.

"Master," his butler said breaking the silence. "Is something on your mind?"

Ciel looked up and gave him his usual detached face.

"It's nothing," he responded.

Of course, a lot of things can happen in Ciel's thoughts, with his parents' murder and being the Queen's guard dog as his duty, however something else was happening. For the first time he wasn't focused on his job; he was simply affected by the 'bored to death' plague. Sebastian smiled with amusement seeing his young master's unnatural behaviour. He placed the dessert on his desk and prepared to leave when he was suddenly stopped by Ciel's words.

"I'm a little curious," the boy began with his chin resting on his fingers. He had an idea, a shocking one that could both ruin and make his day. "Since you are a demon I suppose you can do just about anything, am I wrong?"

Sebastian put his white gloved hand on his crest. "Of course not, I exist only to fulfil your orders. Anything you ask for, consider it done."

Ciel cocked a smile as though he figured his butler knew what he was hinting. All he had to do now was take charge. "Are you ready for my order?" he asked without hesitation. Sebastian nodded, prepared for anything.

"Go into the storage room and drink the tequila until you are heavily intoxicated. Is that understood?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow surprised at what he just heard.

"Where is this going, my Lord?" he said with a slight hint of interest. He never imagined Ciel asking such a thing without a second thought. The boy stood from his desk chair and turned his back to gaze out the window where Pluto slept soundly near the gardens.

"Ridiculous it may sound but I imagined if normal people could be affected by alcohol, then with demons it could do the same. But I'm not exactly sure, so that's why you will test it and prove my theory. I don't think that would be a problem for you to handle. Fifty shots should be enough."

He heard a chuckle, and it came from Sebastian. Ciel turned his head and faced him sharply.

"What's so funny?" he snapped.

"Oh, it's nothing sir. It's just that seems to be a rather…forward question."

Ciel narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Sebastian smiled and his eyes curved to make his cute kitty face, the kind he does right before the moment he kills someone. "Well, I should warn you master. If I were to obey that order, you may not feel rather comfortable." He lowered his voice a little. "I can in fact become rather strange and I'm certain you would not want to see that," he warned with a smile.

Ciel frowned at him. "Sebastian, I thought you knew better not to question my orders. When I make an order, I make it clear. Do you need me to repeat it for you?"

As expected, Sebastian knelt before him politely. "Of course not, my Lord."

He walked out of the room leaving Ciel grinning to himself. His day was about to become interesting...

The storage room appeared more like an abandoned attic when Sebastian entered through the door, each of the tiny corners filled with spider webs and dust all over the roof of the shelves. This room hasn't been used for a while, for two years actually. Sebastian skimmed his eyes along the stacks of bottled beverages and spotted the catnip tequilas hard to find in the dark, but not for him of course. He sighed, regretting for what would result to this, and twisted the lid from the bottle. The smell of the alcohol appealed his nose and he pressed his lips on the rim of the bottle, drinking the tequila like his master ordered. In a second the bottle was empty however Sebastian felt completely normal. He tried again with another bottle, gulping it down twice as fast, and again with a third. Sebastian felt his head slightly spin and his knowledge fading, but that wasn't enough. He needed to be completely wasted like a hobo on a street. So he continued drinking and drinking like it was the easiest task in the world until his feet were surrounded by shattered empty bottles. His body began wobbling and he fell against the shelf which slowly tipped over and crashed onto the ground.

Ciel heard the noise in his study, surely not pleased with the fact that he had been interrupted. He figured it came from the servants, maybe Bard trying out his dynamite method again, or Finny accidently breaking a statue weighing ten times his own weight. It could even be clumsy Mey-Rin tripping over her shoelace and destroying another fragile tea set, or even worse, all the three together. Ciel stared at the ticking clock; already five-fifteen and dinner preparations weren't made yet. He twiddled with the end of his tie when suddenly it became loose. He sighed in frustration when he attempted to retie it, but he looked just as hopeless as ever. It was time to send him in.

Sebastian struggled to get up and managed to support himself while staggering slowly to the door. He didn't need to open it, it already flung open and there stood Finny and Bard with a shocked look on their faces.

"Oi, Sebastian! You look terrible," Bard said with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at Finny who simply just stared at the butler with wide eyes.

"Maybe you should rest Sebastian," he suggested. "You look a bit tired."

Sebastian waved his hand in the air. "Oh no, no…everything's fine, I don't need to rest." He said in a slightly slurred tone.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes…yes," he answered, smacking playfully on Finny's back leaving a confused expression on the gardener's face. Mey-Rin came in with a cracked lens on her glasses and jumped when she found Sebastian swaying with a smile.

"S-Sebastian, are you alright?" she asked. Suddenly Sebastian approached her and embraced her tightly.

"Mey-Rin…my dear Mey-Rin," he murmured and landed a firm kiss on her lips. "How are you my dear?"

The maid didn't answer; she froze with her face as red as Grell's hair. Sebastian released her and made his way out the room. Bard and Finny both looked at each other and knew that this was a side they had never seen before. Mey-Rin just fainted.