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Who Spiked the Punch?
Having made the move to the new headquarters the members of the Black Order felt the pressing need to celebrate. It wasn't that they were particularly happy about the move; it was just that everyone seemed to need some cheering up.
So a group of them got together and planned a party. Then, once everything had been set up, the party planners went about telling everyone to come.
Leverrier wasn't exactly invited to the party but he found out about it none the less. And, although he was aware of the fact that his presence wouldn't be welcomed, he went anyway. After all he had to keep an eye on the members of the Black Order.
Lest they cause any problems.
As he entered the large dining hall, where the party was being held, the first thing he did was gaze around the room. His gaze lingered briefly on Walker, who was standing with the Junior Bookman. Then his gaze continued to survey the scene.
A long table was laden with food and drink and Leverrier made his way toward it. He wasn't exactly hungry but found himself wanting something to drink. So, grabbing a cup, he filled it with punch.
The grin on Lavi's face widened as he watched Leverrier drain his cup of punch. This wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind but could prove entertaining.
"Hey Allen," the red haired Exorcist said, his voice low. "Keep an eye on the Inspector."
"And why exactly would I do that?" Allen questioned, gazing at Lavi with one eyebrow raised.
"Just trust me on this one," Lavi said, grinning like an idiot as he watched the Inspector refill his cup.
A couple of hours passed, during which Leverrier drained several glasses of what was supposed to be punch. However it was now clear to everyone that there was something decidedly off about the punch. As was evident by the fact that Malcolm C. Leverrier was now standing at the front of the room, singing at the top of his lungs.
"This is torture!" Allen moaned, using his hands to cover his ears. "Would someone please shut him up?"
This request was mirrored by several other members of the Order so Lavi decided that he would have to do something about it. After all, it was his fault that the Inspector was now drunk off his ass. With a sigh the red haired Exorcist gripped the handle of his weapon. Holding up his hammer Lavi took a step toward Leverrier but halted as the Inspector suddenly collapsed. The man fell to the ground face first, hitting the concrete floor with a sickening thud.
A couple of the scientists rushed forward and knelt at the man's side. One of them carefully rolled the man over onto his back, revealing that Leverrier had broken his nose in the fall.
Not that he was going to notice.
Malcolm C. Leverrier was dead.
"What could have happened to him?" the scientist asked, gazing down at the man. Although his nose was obviously broken that shouldn't have been enough to kill him. So why exactly was he now lying unmoving on the floor?
"Oops," Lavi said, his voice so quiet that only Allen heard his words.
It seemed as though Leverrier had ingested a little too much alcohol. Which hadn't really been part of the plan but Lavi couldn't really muster the energy to care.
A/N - I'm sorry that it's short and uninspired… this literally took me forever to write. Unfortunate injury impeded typing speed. But I hope that you enjoyed.