3: Blackout
"Yeah, ok." Ciel muttered and stumbled as soon as he tried to walk. His task was to kiss the man in front of him, seemed easy. Before he got there, the male in black stubbed his cigarette out in the ash tray on the table and exhaled his smoke. Ciel walked to the armchair and leaned his hands on the backrest before he could fall. Thus he caged the older one, who only dropped a smirk once again. To get closer, Ciel placed his knee between Sebastian's legs and the hand of the smoker was placed on the small of his back, which sent shivers up his spine. They both waited, looking each other in the eyes, until Ciel realized he must do the thing. Fortunately, he wasn't in his right mind, he was so intoxicated that it automatically dragged him down. Maybe if Ciel was still sane enough, he wouldn't find himself giving in and nodding not only to unfaithful act, but moreover homosexual.
Thin, pale lips, the filthiest, yet never talking. Ciel slowly approached them and as soon as they joined, he felt tension in his lower stomach. This was all it should take, the task was completed. However, Sebastian pulled the male closer harshly, which was seemingly even his intention. The younger had to sit down on his thigh and before he could expect anything, Sebastian pushed his tongue inside his hot, alcohol-flavored mouth. Ciel groaned at the surprise but in the next moment he joined and savored his tongue too, out of curiosity, maybe out of the lust driven by the influence.
"Sebastian, you asshole! It says 'kiss' not fuck each other on the armchair!" The jealous teen girl crossed her hands in annoyance. It was already obvious that everybody, including the lesbian and the straight guy would love to be fucked by Sebastian on that armchair. They stopped liking the new visitor.
Ciel's crotch rubbed against Sebastian's thigh, his knee reached Sebastian's; they started making-out as if they waited the whole day for this. Perhaps the whole life. When it lasted more seconds than enough, two men from the group forcibly took Ciel under arms and dragged him away from Sebastian. "Game goes on! Horny bastards." One of them said as they dropped Ciel on his place again. Neither of them said anything about it, Sebastian looked composed from the while they separated and Ciel was probably too wasted to even care. Too wasted to perceive the burning in his stomach, under his rib cage and down his throat.
"Cards are slowly running out. We better knock someone out." Gia announced after a while, as she picked another number 2. "Ciel, dear, you haven't drunk for a long while now." She smiled and poured Ciel the rest of the vodka bottle. She couldn't care less that her shaky hands poured third of it on the table.
"Careful with the cards!" Someone shouted but again, nobody cared. Ciel took the small glass, with an expression of disgust. He felt absolutely sick.
"Attention, we have another J now!" The second girl announced. "Stand up if you still can." She ordered and everybody slowly lifted their half-dying bodies. It was time for statements.
"I've never had a tattoo." She said and everybody except Sebastian, Gia and one guy sat down.
"I've never had a surgery." She brought up another fact, which made the guy with the stubble sit.
"Now I'm going to break it." She said and chuckled. "I've never killed a man." Was stated by a serious tone and Gia slowly lowered on her place. Everybody was sitting. Everybody, but Sebastian.
"I don't feel good." Resounded from the other side so everyone looked at Ciel now. He held hand on his forehead and his eyes were closing. Before anyone could say anything, he collapsed on the ground.
The first one to react was Sebastian. He rarely bothered to care or even do something, but this time he stood up and got to him first of all. His torso was already dressed in his black shirt, and the packet of cigarttes disappeared from the table too. His moves were smooth, as if he didn't consume a pinch of alcohol. Everybody watched him hunker down and lift Ciel's upper body. He extended an arm and the bottle of water was given to him. He opened it up and poured the rest on Ciel's face, which effectively made him recover. From all the people, Ciel doubted Sebastian would be the one leaning above him and help him recover. But when he thought about it twice, Sebastian was exactly and always the one after all.
"Poor boy, he wasn't ready for this." Someone dropped a comment but Sebastian didn't wait for anything, he took a pillow, which he put under Ciel's head. The bottle was placed in Ciel's hand before he stood up. Gia got to Ciel and helped him take a drink from it, while Sebastian pulled couple of bucks from his pocket and threw them in the center of the table. It was enough to pay the drinks for the first and the second loser of the game. Ciel and him.
"Can you believe it? Sebastian is not winning today?" Another note sounded but for Sebastian the game was over. To say the truth, he couldn't be bothered less by a defeat in such a simple and degrading game. He dressed his coat and meanwhile he threw Ciel's coat at him, so Gia would make sure he dresses it.
You could say Sebastian was always walking and throwing things behind himself, expecting people to pick them up and repair. He then grabbed Ciel's arms and stood him up on his feet.
"What are you doing, don't touch me, Devil." Ciel babbled some kind of a nonsense as he was dragged out of the flat.
"Come to play again sometime!" Someone shouted.
"And bring Ciel too!"
"Thanks for the game!" Was the last sound they heard before Sebastian shut the door.
"Where are you leading me?" Ciel asked, his hand hooked on Sebastian's elbow, which he himself had no clue about. "You're so fucking arrogant!" He shouted and started laughing. He was so not used to drinking, the poor guy needed help. Sebastian ignored every single of his words and led him through the dark streets with unconcerned face. "Oh God, are you going to tell Lizzy you stuck your tongue in my mouth? Bastard, don't you dare!"
This went on the whole way. Fortunately not many people were outside, especially not since they were terrified because of recent murders in Chicago. However Sebastian wasn't afraid, not even ashamed to walk with an absolute drunk. In its essence, they were both complete drunks, just Ciel was the one showing it. The adults got to another block of houses in unknown time. No one of them really knew what time it is or how long it took them.
"Sebastian? Hey Sebastian, I don't feel like visiting next party, I'm so sorry." Ciel said sarcastically and laughed. "Fucking hell, I'm sick." He said and then covered his mouth with his palm as he felt like throwing up. Sebastian led him up the staircase of the house until they reached a flat. This time, Sebastian had keys. They entered a dark room and right after they walked in, Sebastian roughly dragged his younger companion to the bathroom, where he pushed him on the floor, right in front of the toilet. "What the fuck." Ciel protested at first but the man behind him descended on knees and pushed Ciel's head lower until he felt another wave of nausea and eventually threw up. Sebastian caressed his hand down his back while Ciel was letting all the alcohol out. It had, of course, nothing in common with a kind gesture.
The moment Ciel wasn't paying attention to anything but the porcelain lavatory, Sebastian slid his hand lower and pulled a phone and a wallet out of his back pockets.
"Did you just touch my ass." Ciel bothered to mention before he flushed another amount of the whiskey mix. Sebastian didn't react anyhow and simply left the room. In the hall, he firstly searched through the wallet and quickly wrote down the address and contacts in his own phone. Ciel's phone was locked, so there was nothing easier than go to him and ask for the password. Sebastian returned and as he hunkered down, he showed Ciel the locked screen. He said nothing but Ciel typed the password in. God knows what he thought but either he wanted Sebastian to call help or he trusted him, which would obviously be a mistake.
After Sebastian's little spy job and getting Ciel's number as well, he returned it back into his pockets. Ciel seemed he got rid of everything he has drunk, so the soberer one escaped to the kitchen for a brief moment to bring another glass of water. By the time he came back, Ciel was lying on the floor, as he dropped off.
The party was over for Ciel, it was time to return home. Sebastian hunkered down to him and almost effortlessly lifted him up. Ciel's body was stiff and heavy since he passed out but the male carried him all the way from his flat to a car, parked close to the house. The young designer was dropped on backseats almost savagely, but not as much for him to wake up. With absolutely no concern that he was under influence, Sebastian got behind the wheel and started his car up. According to the address, he drove to Ciel's house, which was barely 15 minutes away in respect of no traffic.
Ciel's keys came in use as well, the house was dark and silent when Sebastian walked in. He found the closest sofa, which was in the living room, where he laid Ciel's body. You can't simply explain his manners much, he is enough solicitous to bring him home but in its essence, he only caused him problems by getting him drunk. Not mentioning he treats him like an old useless bag. At very last, Sebastian bothered to take Ciel's glasses off and put them on the low table beside. That was it, in the next moment, the stranger left the house, quiet as a mouse.
Basically said, Ciel felt like shit when he came back to senses. His body was stiff all over and his neck had to hang in a very uncomfortable position. Lifting his tired body from the sofa, he cracked his neck and walked to the kitchen. It was a horrific realization, seeing the clock show 3:45 PM. Oh fuck me, he thought, glancing down on the kitchen table. There was a plate containing some eggs with toast and several kinds of fruit added. A glass of water stood next to it and held a corner of a note.
"This should help you with the hangover. Drink water and forget about coffee. Fuck you. With love, Lizzy." The meaning of the note was obvious to Ciel. She cared, she was sorry for him getting wasted to unconsciousness and she was glad he made it home. But she was furious, disappointed and Ciel was deadly afraid of talking to her because he knew he probably fucked up.
The only problem was, he didn't remember a damn thing. No, no single thing about getting home. He sat on the chair in front of the food that's gone cold and stale by now. The room was chilly and silent, successfully leading Ciel to relapse into a clinical depression.
Drinking the glass of water, Ciel was trying hard to get into memories, since he had no way to explain himself like this. He started recalling the gym, Sebastian smoking outside and Lizzy meeting them both. He remembered following Sebastian on the other side of the city, where he immediately realized what was done wrong. He also dug out the memory of playing the drinking game. There was the main obvious mistake. He couldn't believe he really agreed to that. From here on, his memories faded. He only remembered a few faces, the drinks on the table inside the circle and a lot of bittersweet liquid flowing down his throat. But at very last, the pair of curious reddish eyes, following every of his moves. Remembering Sebastian's inscrutable face made a shiver run down his spine.
Ciel got up then, putting the plate in microwave as he barely knew what he is even doing. The toast was inedible and the eggs didn't look consumable either, so he eventually decided to trash it. Reaching in a drawer, the male took out a packing of antidepressant drugs. It was already a routine thing and today he's late with them. Swallowing the pill, Ciel hid the medicine again. There were days he just felt like swallowing them all, but then again, remembering the series of vomiting, it seemed like a horrible idea, especially after this night. He knew he had to eat something too, and although he felt sick and with no taste at all, his stomach was rumbling. He assumed the fruit will do.
After eating some and to his own surprise, feeling a little better, Ciel meant to take a shower when he heard his phone buzzing. He rolled his eyes when taking the mobile phone. Literally nothing that is coming on that phone could be positive for him. Either it's his boss, raging. Or Elizabeth, raging. Or his colleagues, raging. Everybody was furious with him lately, he wondered why?
But his fears weren't fulfilled, or perhaps, he hasn't thought of even worse possibility. The text was from an unknown number. At first, Ciel didn't understand it at all. But looking at it closely...
"01-13-2015, 9 PM. 3441 Silver Heath, Drumheller, IL. Black Devil."
It didn't take long for him to realize it said: Date, time, address and signature. If anything, the most frightening was the actual signature. Ciel could quite remember this naming he devised himself. He could recall titling the tall male 'Black Devil' because of the brand of his cigarettes. And now here he goes again, and this time it couldn't be considered as a coincidence. The male, Sebastian, that is, was trying to get closer to Ciel and it in fact, annoyed him. How dare he? It was obviously a rude way, the man had no decency whatsoever.
"Seriously? Stop stalking me."
But nobody said Ciel had any decency. He typed his reply quickly, expecting some explanation. Sebastian owed him tons of them after all. If he was deaf or just a prick, he obviously wanted to chat via phones. The answer, however, didn't come. After enough waiting, Ciel put the phone down and got up.
He only managed to take a shower and dress up, before it was getting dark again. The worst was yet about to come. He missed out on work, he still felt weak and miserable and soon he'll have to face Elizabeth. He ended up on sofa in the living room, with his A3 sketchbook and couple of pencils on his lap. His legs were bent and feet leaned on the low table.
"Well, hello, Ciel."
Here goes. The door closed behind Ciel but he didn't turn around. The young woman walked to him after she undressed the outside clothes and she placed her palms on male's shoulders. She watched him draw for a few moments, before she walked around the sofa and sat next to him.
"Hi." Ciel said modestly, straightening his glasses and then glancing at her at last.
"What are you drawing?" She started softly, somewhat carefully. They both could be pretty choleric after all.
Ciel parted his lips to answer but before that, he looked at the paper. That's a good question. What is he drawing? Or better, what is the black haired Devil doing on his drawing-paper? He swallowed as soon as he realized. It was the pale face with flashy eyes, and coal black contrasting hair. Hand with a black cigarette brought to his slender lips.
"Just a sketch for the upcoming project." He made up quickly, since it's not a big surprise that he sketches various things, especially portraits. It's his job after all, every new project needs a sketch before going graphic.
"Just so I know, you weren't doing anything stupid yesterday, right?" She got to the topic at last. Ciel lowered his eyelids, facing the paper. He wished he knew. He wished he could say he didn't.
"Don't worry." He looked up at her and smiled slightly. "I shouldn't have gone there, it was immature." He admitted because this time it really was. Ciel was acting mature enough, until something obscure and attractive tempts him to do otherwise. Which barely ever happened until now. Ciel was, indeed, very attracted to obscurity.
"01-13-2015 at 9 PM. 3441 Silver Heath, Drumheller, IL. Black Devil."
It was around midnight. Ciel was sitting at his desk, staring into his cellphone. He wasn't tired yet, since he slept through the whole day. It seemed to be ok with Elizabeth, at least formally ok. She was sleeping by now, and although Ciel tried to sleep, he couldn't, especially not after receiving the text message. The answer still hasn't come, and Ciel started thinking he was wrong: maybe the guy didn't want to communicate verbally at all. He regretted he didn't consider the reply a bit better.
Glancing at the date again, Ciel knew it's tomorrow. He also knew he had no plans and he could go there after work. But was he really stupid enough to do the same mistake again? It would come in vain to go there for information, if he lets himself get drunk again. But considering it, the inviter was a stalker, moreover a creepy one. Then the answer should be clear.
Screw you.
Ciel thought as he locked his phone and went back to bed. He decided to forget about last night and rather stay down to earth. This was not necessary for him.
