While Ciel picked up his snack, he took a glance over at the bar and debated another drink. The purple hair could do as it wished and he was pleasantly warm from the alcohol, sorely tempted to let himself go tonight. But then he looked back at the boy and decided against it.

The young Earl wasn't in any danger of a repeat encounter of a day ago, but worry nudged gently along by his own buzz stopped him short. He'd be no good to anyone drunk and he wasn't in a place anymore where he could lock himself away when he knew he was too far gone.

What a shame. When he needed it, and he rarely did these days, it was going to be hard to get back to.