The Little Pianist chapter 6The Little PianistThe Little Pianist chapter 64 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
NO! For the last time Master! I am not going to wear that hideous costume! Sebastian sighed heavily while it was the third time he tried to convince his servant to wear the costume.
"Ciel, you are forgetting you manners I am the master here so I give the orders here, either you wear this costume or I'll punish you "said Sebastian while smirking devilish at the boy's flushed face. Ciel snorted and tore the costume from Sebastian's hand and stomped back to the bathroom to change.
"Cute, he acts just like an angry kitten" thought Sebastian as he started to put on his costume. They had to leave to go to the masquerade organized by Lord Claude Faustus. Sebastian was going like the Phantom of the opera; he had a white shirt, a black vest and a black overcoat, black pants and a long and black cloak and of course the white mask that covered the right side of his face.
Ciel entered the bedroom and slightly blushed at Sebastian's appearance. Indeed the demon looked r
The Dalzell KnockoutThe Banana Bar wasn’t Conner Dalzell’s sort of place. I was behind it slicing lemons, wincing at acid burns, when he walked in alone in a buff duffel coat. The guy was at least fifty, maybe older, his hair turning white.The Dalzell Knockout3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tonight was student night, all the cocktails were half price, and fresher girls were getting fresh with lecherous finalists in the faux-leather booths. Conner Dalzell stood in the doorway for half a minute and I thought he would leave. But he took off his coat and searched for a peg to hang it on. To his evident surprise, he didn't find one, so he flung it over his elbow and waddled to the bar.
“What would you recommend then?” he asked. My hands were sticky with lemon juice. I hastily wiped them on my apron.
“Our featured cocktail today is the Blue Lagoon Special: vodka, blue curacao, and white wine.”
“Sounds awful,” he said, slipping from the barstool he’d tried to mount. “What’s blue