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Drink Drunk Music (Sebastian Michaelis x Reader)

I took a long sip from my sangria and tap my fingers on the wooden table, following the beat of the music that was filling the whole room.

Jazz night is the best, huh.

I look across the bar out of habit. I quickly averted my eyes the moment I layed them upon what was there, or more like who was there.
That who smirked back and came to where I was sitting, raising his own glass of black rum, toasting silently.

"Here tonight? I wouldn't have imagined someone like you would be here.", the man grinned. His grin was one of the most annoying I had ever had the pleasure to witness.
I grinned back. "Why not, darling?"

"I wouldn't have imagined a lady in such a misty little bar." he tilted back, enjoying the jazz piece the pianist was currently playing. An improvisation, I guessed.
Quite a talented fellow.

His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving only a few strands of his long bangs framing the sides of the man's face. He was wearing just a simple pair of brown pants that were held up by a buckled belt and a plain white dress shirt, the first couple of buttons left open. The warm lighting of the bar left his facial features gleaming and his grin seem all the more annoying.

I sipped the remaining of my sangria and chuckled.

"I could say the same thing for you. I wouldn't have imagined meeting someone like you in this type of place, dressed like that. It's quite amusing."

Sebastian chuckled.
It really wasn't a lie that seeing the master butler in a small jazz bar, drinking black rum and sweaty, was quite a surprise. Nonetheless, it seemed he was enjoying himself quite a bit.

"One more" I yell to the bartender as I toss him some coins. He winks as he passes my drink to me.
The butler is still drinking his black rum. How it suits him.

He takes one more sip and opens his mouth as if to say something. Instead, he just reaches his hand out to me.

"Would be lady be as kind as to indulge in a dance with my humble presence?" He smirks.
I grimace as I take his hand.
"Quit the formalities, S-rank butler. No need for them in here."
Sebastian just smiles and nods as he leads me to the center of the room. It's small but comfortable. Two other couples are dancing excitedly.

The pianist looks at us and winks as he begins to play a boogie song. I smile at him. The man knows it's my favorite.
I look to Sebastian. He just grins. Could it be it's his too?

"So, Mr. Sebby, darling, how is it you're not tending to your butler duties and to your young master right now? "

"Ah," he closes his eyes.
"The young master simply gave me the night off. After all, I am eight hours ahead of schedule, thank you very much."

"Show off." I laugh.

This is fun, I decide.

"Me, a show off?" the man shots me a fake hurt look. "I'm not the one who's moving their body, not caring if there are people around."

I scoffed. "Just feel it, dude. Dance like you want to. If you're not feeling it, what's the point?" I winked.

It's as if my words wound up a puppet doll. Immediately, Sebastian began to dance more lively. Is there something the butler can't do?

Time passed nicely as our bodies clashed and turned in the beat. After six songs or so, I requested a pause. Dancing really is tiring.

"Well done, my Lady. You deserve another drink.
Bart, another rum for the pretty lady! This one's on me!"

"Rum? " I laughed.
"Do you want to make me drunk, Sebastian?"

"Perhaps." he smirked.

I looked to the mirror that hung from one of the walls and gazed at my reflection. I had become red and sweaty, but I didn't care. I straightened my dress a little.
Nothing too exciting, a decent crimson dress that reached just above the knee showed off some barely acceptable decoltage.
I chuckled when I caught Sebastian staring at it.
"Do we like what we see?" I laugh, slightly dizzy from the lights.

"Absolutely." he said. I felt a little embarrassed. If it was another man, I would have probably crossed him out as some pervert, but hearing those words come out of the S-rank butler's mouth pleased me.

I drank a little of the black rum. It was delicious and felt that it tasted like what I guess Sebastian would. Quite a strange thought, I brushed it off. Must have been the drink talking.

Of course, I wasn't denying the man wasn't good looking or perfect at everything, he had proved this a lot of times.

A tap on my shoulder brought me back to reality.
"Love, seems the pianist is motioning for you to go near."

I leave my drink and head to the ebony piano. The pianist was a man, probably in his 40s, dressed in pitch black and with a kind smile embellishing his face.

I place something in the tip jar and smile.

"Nice to see you again, Addams. Amazing as usual."

"It's my pleasure, doll. You know I'm always looking forward to your visiting. Seems like you got yourself a nice little bastard over there." he winked.

I blushed. "You know me so well."

"Hehe. Well, are you ready? How about the usual?".

"Of course", I smile.

Staccato.

Vivo.
Espressivo.

The raven haired man takes a sip of his drink as he gazes over at the beautiful woman singing cheerfully at the other side of the room, her voice filling pleasantly the bar and making him go just a little crazy. Yes, she's quite the catch.

It's funny how different their worlds are and, yet, how well they seem to get along in this little hole in the outskirts of London.

He took a good, long look at her whole form, also welcoming her extraordinary voice.
The woman's bare, emerald green eyes twinkled as she sung in a foreign, melodic language. The demon made sure to engrave the picture in his mind with the most minor of details.

As she finished, everyone in the room burst in excited applause and she took a little bow. He clapped with a wide smile, welcoming her back to his company.

I thanked the pianist who winked.
"Pleasure's all mine, doll. Make sure you return quickly. Your man's waiting for you."

I headed back to Sebastian, who did a small clap and bowed, to which I chuckled.

The rest of the night passed by in a lovely manner, with more dancing, more drinking, more chuckling.

When we finally decided to leave, most of the people has already returned to their homes. I was dizzy from the dreams but very cheerful.
I wrapped an arm around the master-butler, who proceeded to put his around my waist and practically pull me on his body.

"Kitty, I think it's time we leave. "
I nodded in agreement and after waving goodbye to the bartender and thanking the staff for a lovely time, we.excited to the cold streets of the city.

"Thanks for the wonderful time, Sebby darling."

The man pulled me into a kiss, which I definitely did not deny.
And yes.
It tasted like black rum.

"I thank you, kitten. Seems you find the nest people in the most unexpected of places. "