(A/N: I do NOT own Black Butler...Obviously)

"HEY! LET GO OF HER!" Sammi blurted out; for once Lela wasn't the interruptive one.

Will, Ronald, Grell and Lela shot her a menacing glare, which was abruptly interrupted by a cold chuckle. They were dead now, more so than usual. Jess, floating in the centre of the large space, fluttered open her eyes and reached out her hand to the heavens.

'Just hold on a bit longer'

She was completely isolated from the violent chaos and destruction around her. Flames, knives, garden tools. The hall was a living hell.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

EARLIER THAT WEEK:

"These humans are so pampered it's making me sick. The fact that this event is being managed by demon scum also doesn't make me any more comfortable."

"It's not that bad. HAVE YOU SEEN THE FESTIVALS PEASANTS HAVE? They basically drown themselves in cheap alcohol and dirt in the middle of the streets they so proudly call their home (I mean, why would they want to live on the streets instead of a house?) so Will you stop complaining? At least these people have class and don't behave like savages." Lela chuckled. "You picked up my pun right..?"

"Yes, I did. Along with your bad education of a 'peasant's' lifestyle. You sound worse than that demon's little brat."

"Well, that's what I was taught as a child, and I was taught by some of the most knowledgeable people in Britain … so it's gotta be valid to some exten-"

"Whoever taught you such lies was evidently a monster. Honestly, the stupidity of the rich. Events, such as these, are an unnecessary waste of money."

"You seem rather defensive of peasants. Any reason that could be?"

"Focus, will you?"

"Fine." There was a short pause, but Lela eventually spotted something of interest. "It's Sammi and Grell, let's join the-"

"No." Will grasped her wrist. "We are to seem unrelated with them for now. We need to find the soul we are collecting tonight and make sure they die this time. I would also like it if you would concentrate on fitting in with the humans here. That means 'fitting' NOT 'being'. There are enough rich brats walking the earth at the moment, and we do not need another one."

Once again, Lela was stunned but nodded her head to end this MORE THAN AWKWARD conversation.

'This guy is weird… handsome ...but weird.'

"I NEVER KNEW THERE WERE SO MANY DIFFERENT KINDS OF ALCOHOL!" Jess was ecstatic… and had consumed A LOT of alcohol. Saying they were drunk was probably the understatement of the century.

"HEY! Look over here, this one looks really expensive."

Their eyes widened at the handcrafted bottle of champagne, yet to be opened. The liquid was inside a tinted black bottle which was covered in cursive, french writing.

"We should totally open it."

Jess was all for the idea until Ronald reached for the bottle, uncovered his watch and she caught a glimpse of the current time, realising it was around the time for Will and Lela to arrive. She pointed this out and, after downing the massive bottle, left for the ballroom.

"Is that...Jess?" Lela squinted her eyes trying to recognise her friend staggering across the hall. She stopped a second to think.

"Wobbly feet…" she thought out loud "awkward facial expressions…. Oh God, please no!" Lela muttered.

"Why is someone like you praying?…all throughout your cinematic record you claim God is stupid."

"I'M NOT PRAYING, IT'S AN EXPRESSION AND I'M SAYING IT BECAUSE SHE'S DRUNK!"

Then she processed what he had said.

"Wait. You've seen my cinematic record, serious-"

"If your friend is drunk," he began to explain, completely ignoring her troubles "we may have a problem at hand. I knew pairing your friend with Ronald would lead to difficulties. Honestly, does nobody understand the importance of professionalism?"

"Hey, it's fine. This has happened many times before. This isn't our first mission you know? We're new in this country, not to reaping."

William looked slightly confused.

"Excuse me?"

"Didn't you read the files sent over…?"

"That was Grell's job."

"Makes sense. We'll explain later, you get Ronald I'll get Jess… well.. I'll get Sammi to get Jess"

'Why am I always stuck with the incompetent ones?'

Grell and Sammi were still out on the dancefloor dancing to the current waltz, when they were rudely interrupted by a familiar, irritating reaper.

"Sammi, help! Jess got drunk again!"

"Hasn't she learned from the last time?"

"I don't know has she? WELL OBVIOUSLY NOT BECAUSE SHE'S WOBBLING ACROSS THE HALL WITHOUT THE GINGER GUY"

Sammi facepalmed, sighed (clearly irritated) and stormed over to Jess.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"

Jess lazily turned her body, moving like jelly "Yes *hiccup* mother~ what's the dealio with *hiccup* you. Me was just *hiccup* having fun~" Every phrase was more slurred than the last,

Sammi was not impressed.

"HA! SHE CALLED YOU MOTHER!" Lela was practically dying on the floor "CLASSIC! This reminds me of that time we were in Regensburg and we found that bar and we-"

"Lela, stop. This is serious, we're on a mission. Focus for once."

"Yes…" Lela paused and then muttered a word she would regret "mother."

WACK! Sammi's fist met her face within a split second.

"Will you shut up and help me?"

"Yep!"

They slapped Jess around the face in attempt to regain her focus.

"SNAP OUT OF IT!"

"GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER!"

It was a hopeless case since every attempt of 'snapping her out of it' was followed by a hiccup.

Meanwhile William spotted a certain ginger drunk stumbling through the crowds.

"Ronald Knox. What do you think you are doing. I will be sure to get you a pay cut for this."