Lost Precious of Mine (Black Butler Fanfic) [Demonic Editing Ongoing]

Chapter 16 A Pint of Liquor for every Drop of Sorrow

Sabrina Luthferd

Thornless Rose. A place where men and women go to forget their sorrows. A place where you can forget about your problems. A place where you can drown all of the negative feelings pent up inside of your soul. All you need is liquor and a nice old buddy to accompany you.

But my sorrow is too humongous. A glass of wine can only satisfy a drop of it.

Before I knew it, I have intoxicated myself in liquor and yet my sorrows remained sane enough to make me insane.

"Ya know.. I was wondering." I said. "What if I am not Juliana Phantomhive? What if my name is... Julienne Lou Freebush!"

I snorted. "You see, I keep having dreams about people calling me Julienne. What is their problem!?? My name is.." I took out a glass and held it up. "Your Mother's Butthole!"

I laughed loudly, drinking from the glass and slamming it down on the counter.

Then there is this problem about Brother. " Oh no, my dear dear Brother."

"...It hurts." I started.

"What does, Sabrina?" Allan asked.

I sat up and took his hand, firmly putting it in my chest.

"THIS. THIS PLACE ALLAN." I shouted with a grin, closing my eyes.

"Errr..."

"Young mistress. Please do not let the gentleman touch such an intimate area." Sebastian lightly scolded, taking off Allan's hand away from mine.

"Nevertheless, you already had no less than 20 glasses, Young Mistress. I think it is time to leave."

"Come on, Sebby. It is still too early."

"Actually, it is past 9 p.m already."

I stopped. Whoops. Seems like I enjoyed it too much.

"But.. Time is just a figure, my dear Sebby." I patted his cheeks. "What matters most is how you spend it."

"..And you are indeed wasting it by getting yourself drunk."

I chuckled. "You are soooo humorous, Sebby. I am not wasting my time. I am indulging."

"Young Mistress, Young Master is waiting for you to return now."

I tilted my head. "I am in my legal age already. Let him be. He is busy peppering kisses in Lady Ezilabeth's exposed ne-hic. Hic."

"Yes. The famous Sabrina is indeed drunk. Go home." Allan said.

Is he driving me away? I let a frown cover my features.

"Did I offend you?" I asked.

"No. But you are drunk and you can get scary when you are in the stage of very drunk which will most likely occur after another glass." Allan answered.

I downed another glass as he said those words making me release an "Oops."

Allan planted a hand on his face. "Please take her home already, Sir Sebastian."

"I am still awake which means that I am still good enough to drink!" I reasoned out.

"Sabrina! Get your wits right or else I will tell Master."

Ooooh. I completely forgot about Master.

"Where is Master? I miss him sooo much~"

"He is busy with the financial assessment of the pub. I beg you, Sabrina. Please rest." He pleaded. "I cannot handle other customers that well if you continue throwing slurred words."