"Another drink, please, kid?" Indigo slurred at the young man.

"Let me tell you I'm older than you, Indigo."

"Who cares?" He muttered. "Need. Drink. Now."

Ciel sighed. "Your last one, you're already drunk."

Indigo let out a sudden cheer and hiccupped. "You're the best, Luciel."

"It's Ciel, man."

"Okay, Chelsea."