You Can't Hide Forever

His Butler, Able (part 2)

"Hey", Bard said. Finny looked up.

"What?", Finny asked.

"Is it just me, or is Mey-Rin acting a little strange?", Bard asked. I looked over at Mey-Rin and noticed that she was unsteady. She was shaking and her face was bright red.

At this rate, she'll spill it everywhere! Not to mention, she can't see well, now that her glasses are cracked...I should probably help her. We can't have something go wrong.

I left my post and walked over to Mey-Rin. Ciel looked at me a bit surprised, but also confused and a little annoyed.

"Allow me to pour it, Mey-Rin. You seem unsteady", I whispered to her. She sighed.

"You're right. Maybe you should pour it", she whispered back. She handed me the bottle and walked back to the cart. I noticed the man giving me a dirty look.

I carefully poured the wine and gave him the glass. He took it. All of a sudden, the man over exaggerated his stretching and knocked over the bottle of wine. I gasped and quickly grabbed the bottle and spun around on my toes to avoid falling. Luckily, nothing spilled.

When I looked up, everyone was staring at me with shocked expressions, which caused me to blush slightly. I sat the bottle down on the cart and walked back to my place behind Ciel. The man laughed.

"Lord Phantomhive, once again you have truly impressed me. What an able maid you have acquired", the man said.

"Pay her no mind. She merely acted as befits one of my servants", Ciel said. I smiled shyly and nodded.

"My master is correct about that", I said in response.

"And we can't forget about the butler", the man said.

"I am simply one hell of a butler", Sebastian responded. Ciel looked up at him and then back to his meal.

<After the Meal>

"That was a thoroughly enjoyable dinner, my lord", the man said as they took their seats in front of the game board again. "Now then, about the contract."

"Before we discuss that, we must finish the game", Ciel said from his seat. The man was wide eyed as he took his seat.

"Uh, yes, of course. I do have a pressing appointment. Perhaps another ti-"

"Children can be very demanding about their games. Surely you wouldn't want me to get upset", Ciel said with a sly smile. The man looked a bit irritated, but quickly regains his smile.

"No, no of course not. Perhaps you would permit me to use your telephone", the man said. Ciel allowed him to and the man stood up to go to the room with the telephone. Then Sebastian walked in while the man was walking out.

"I've brought some tea for you and my lord", he said.

"I'll be right back", the man said and walked away. Sebastian handed Ciel the tea. Ciel was about to drink it when he stopped. He had a look of disgust on his face.

"What is this? It smells terribly weak", he said.

"Out of consideration for our guest, I brought some Italian tea", Sebastian said. Ciel lowered the cup a little.

"Italian?", Ciel asked.

"Italians drink more coffee than tea, sir. So, finding high quality Italian tea can be difficult. This particular selection is not to your liking, Master?", Sebastian asked. Ciel glared at the cup.

"No, it is not. I don't like it, at all", Ciel said. As if it were some sort of code, Sebastian put an expression of anger on his face. He put the teapot back on the cart.