We Stitch These Wounds (A Black Butler *Sebastian* FanFiction)

Chapter 10: Back in England//Sebastian the Savage

*I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING HERE. AND YOU MIGHT NEED TISSUES. IDK.*

•Mallory•

Ciel and the Phantomhive servants, along with Lizzy, wanted to throw a welcome home party for me, Sebastian, and Savannah.

That's why I'm in the Phantomhive kitchen.

Watching Sebastian make alcohol.

"What the hell even is that?" I ask. "Catnip tequila. Want some?" He asks, sprinkling some catnip into the drink.

"...No."

"Fine. More for me, then." He says, and pours some into a shot glass, and quickly downs it.

"Little strong, but nothing I can't handle." He says, probably to himself.

"You're gonna get drunk, aren't you?" I ask, now imagining a drunk Sebastian.

Hehe, he'd probably run around and fall down stairs and stuff.

"There's a possibility, yes."

"Have you ever even got drunk off this stuff before?"

"Yes. I mean I rarely drink, but you know. I'll probably say and do a lot of stupid things."

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"Why is Sebastian acting so weird?" Alyssa asks me, staring at Sebastian, who is sitting in the middle of the floor, waving his arms around like a bird; what Savannah tends to do a lot. "He's drunk." I answer, watching him, amusingly.

I let out a cough, and look around the room. "Are you sick?" Alyssa asks.

"I don't know."

"Wait... ARE YOU PREGNANT?!" She squeals. I give her a stupid look, "Pregnant people vomit. Not cough. And you know damn well I've never done shit like that before."

"Jesus' mom got pregnant without doing that." She shoots back. I just roll my eyes, and look back over at Sebastian, who is no longer sitting on the floor..?

I feel a hand on my shoulder, so I quickly spin around.

Sebastian is standing there, with a lazy grin on his face.

"How much have you had to drink?" I ask him, slightly annoyed.

He murmurs the answer, and I only catch the words 'the' and 'bottle.'

"Speak up, Sebastian. How much have you drank?" I ask, staring him down.

"The whole bottle." He says, and looks down. I shake my head, "Alyssa what time is it?"

"2:30 am."

"Ok. Let's get you to bed, Sebastian. And don't you dare puke on me on the way upstairs. I'll kill you." I sigh, and grab his arm, leading him towards the steps.

"How am I gonna get you up the stairs, now?" I ask myself. "Ooh, I can fly if I'm in my demon form!" He giggles. "No! Are you crazy? Come on." I groan, and grab his arm and put it around my shoulders, to prevent him from falling, because I'm not carrying him.

He might be skinny, but he's tall and stuff, so there's no way I can carry him.

As soon as we get upstairs to his room, I drag him to the bathroom. "Brush your teeth. I don't want you breathing tequila on me." I order.

He grabs his black toothbrush and toothpaste, and shoves it into his mouth.

"Okay. Now come on." I say, once I can't even smell any alcohol on him.