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The day of the party quickly came upon the B-52 manor. Brownie's relationship with B-52 still had not been fixed, most likely due to Brownie attempting to distance himself from his master. B-52 thought this was because he felt uncomfortable after his confession the other day, and so B-52 kept himself cold and calm to try and make Brownie feel slightly more comfortable around him. But it had the opposite effect on Brownie. The mocha coloured man thought the coldness he had been receiving from his master was because he basically rejected him, and now he thought B-52 wanted nothing to do with him. Brownie began drowning himself in his work to try and bury his guilt. The young man had only gotten close to 4 hours of sleep in the past couple of days; and he had been working non-stop from early morning until late into the night. Brownie was basically running on fumes at this point.

"Gather 'round!" B-52 called from the top of the banister. All servants gathered at the bottom of the stairs below him, including Brownie. "As you all know the party I am hosting is today. Many influential and important figures in the world will be gathering, including my uncle, Marquis Marnier. I expect nothing but the best from you all! Dismissed." All of the servants bowed in response before going off to their individual duties.

"Brownie, I want for you to join me in my office for a moment." The mocha man gulped and followed his master up to the office. Every time he had to go to this room, it felt as if he was walking himself to the guillotine. He was afraid that B-52 would fire him, and he would never be able to see his beloved master ever again. Or worse, B-52 would discover his original intentions and order him to be restrained. Either way, he would die at the hands of the agency. 'Ah... maybe I can do that...' A thought suddenly occurred to Brownie, and he began formulating a plan.

"Please have a seat." B-52 gestured to the red velvet chair that sat in front of his desk. 'Oh god, he's really going to fire me isn't he...!' Brownie was tensed up to the point that his muscle's began to ache. "No need to have that look on your face. I'm not going to do anything. I just wanted to make an apology to you." Brownie's eyes widen in surprise.

"To me? But shouldn't it be the other way around?" The steampunk man was surprised at that.

"Was it not I who made you uncomfortable because of my out-of-the-blue confession?" Brownie quickly shook his head.

"I thought you wanted nothing to do with me anymore since I didn't accept your confession then. You've been so cold lately so-" B-52 cut him off.

"Oh my apologies, I thought you would be uncomfortable if I treated you the same as before, so I tried to keep my cool around you." They both sat in silence for a moment, staring into each other's soul.

"So... it was just a misunderstanding on both our parts?" B-52 chuckled, and Brownie's heart warmed at the ethereal sound.

"Yes, I supposed it was. Now, may I ask you, my dear butler, would you like to continue working for me?" Brownie never nodded his head so fast in his life. In that moment, it did not matter whether he had been contracted to kill this wonderful man; he had fallen in love. But he also knew it could never be serious between them.

"While I love working for you, I'm sorry, but give me time to think about my response to you." A beautiful smile graced B-52's lips.

"Of course, my dear Brownie. I will now let you leave to prepare for the party tonight. I'm sure you have done a wonderful job preparing everything, and I am greatly looking forward to it." Brownie stood up and bowed to his master before exiting the room. Brownie got straight to work, making sure everything lived up to B-52's expectations.

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The sound of plates and glasses clinking and voices talking had filled up the dining room in the B-52 manor. A loud clank sounded above all the others and the room quickly filled with silence. A young, steampunk-looking man was standing on an elevated platform in the dining room. He held himself with dignity, a straight but warm expression on his face. His blue eye seemed to glow from inside his black sclera, and his mouth opened slowly to speak.

"Welcome, each and every one of you, to my manor. I am holding this party to honour each of you, as both business partners, and friends. Last week, I made a new deal, and so this party is to welcome a new business partner and friend to our circle. Could Miss Vodka please raise her hand?" A gorgeous woman wearing a short, sea-foam green dress and matching hat, raised her hand. Her silvery glove and leggings seemed to attract more attention to her.

"Please, let us give her a round of applause." Everyone began clapping in unison, and it only seemed to grow in noise. She curtsied politely, her platinum blonde hair falling around her face as she did. As the applause died down, B-52 spoke once again.

"Welcome to the family Miss Vodka. And I hope all of you enjoy the party!" With that B-52 went into the crowd to mingle with his guests. Brownie's senses were on high alert tonight, not wanting anything to ruin his master's party. He watched as an older man walked up to Miss Vodka and shook her hand. While he couldn't hear what they were saying, his many years working for the agency enabled him to see a person's true nature fairly quickly. It is part of why he did not want to kill B-52, because he knew that he was a genuinely good man. However the vibe he got from watching the man made a chill run down his spine.

"Ah Brownie, there you are." A familiar voice came from behind Brownie. When he turned around, he was greeted by the handsome face of his master. "I wish to introduce you to someone. Could you come with me please?"

Brownie placed a hand over his heart: "Certainly." Quickly he followed his master through the crowd. To his dismay, he realised the man B-52 wanted him to meet is the man he was watching earlier. B-52 politely waited for the man to finish his conversation with Miss Vodka before getting his attention.

"Hello dear uncle. It's been a while!" B-52 greeted his uncle, Marquis Marnier, with a soft smile. The older man pulled his nephew in for a hug before turning his attention to Brownie who was standing just behind him. "Right, uncle, I would like for you to meet Brownie. He was employed a month and some weeks ago, but he has been the best butler I could have ever imagined. I really wanted to introduce him to you, and see what you think." Marquis Marnier held out his hand to the mocha coloured man.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Grande Marnier, but please, just call me Marnier." Brownie took the older man's hand and shook it with a firm grasp. Probably firmer than it needed to be.

"The pleasure is all mine." After that B-52 and his uncle continued talking, so Brownie politely excused himself. Getting back to his duties, he began carrying around trays of champagne and accompanying snacks to the guests. As he was doing so however, a familiar silhouette caught his eye, and he froze before quickly regaining composure. Without missing a beat Brownie handed the trays to Milk, asking him to take over for him as he has business to attend to. With that out of the way, the mocha man quickly exited the dining room and flew up the banister stairs. He knew without looking or listening that the person was following him.

"So, uncle, what did you think of him?" Marnier held a thoughtful finger to his chin.

"I liked him. He was well mannered and had a handshake I thought I could trust." B-52 beamed at this. His uncle was a very picky and dignified man, so him approving of one of his personal butler's was a huge deal. Speaking of his butler... I know he left earlier to attend to the guests need's but I don't see him in the dining room...

"You'll have to excuse me uncle, something just came up." Before the marquis could get a word in B-52 was already half way across the dining hall. His destination? The doors. To not disturb everyone else, he quietly opened and closed them, then dashed off up the stairs to look for his butler. He normally wouldn't take off without letting me know first, so something must have happened-

B-52's train of thought was cut off when he was suddenly grabbed and dragged into a dark room. His mouth opened to call for help, but it was quickly covered by a gloved hand; while the hand that had originally grabbed him had snaked around his waist. Warm breath flitted across the back of B-52's neck, causing the baron's own breathe to quicken.

"Please calm down master, it's only me." A soft voice ghosted next to B-52's ear, and once he knew who it was, it made this whole situation a lot more... heated. Yet before he could utter a word, Brownie suddenly pushed him away, grabbed his hand, and placed something metal and cold into it. Then he held B-52's hand with his own and pointed the object at his own head. B-52's eyes widened in shock and horror.

"Shoot me. The agency has come for my life, and if I'm going to die, I want it to be by your hand." The deadly serious look in Brownie's eyes threw the baron off.

"A-agency? What are you talking about? There's no way I can shoot!" B-52 began to panic, but Brownie's hand on top of his prevented him from pulling the gun away. Brownie took a step closer to B-52 and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him impossibly close while keeping the gun pointed at his head. B-52 was about to protest once again, but the door flew open violently. Brownie quickly retook his gun and flipped around to face the intruder. He held B-52 closely behind him in order to protect him.

"Agent Brownie, stand down. You must know why I am here." From behind the mocha man, B-52 peered confusingly at the woman who had barged into the room. She wore a long black lace dress with a long slit going up her left leg, her brown hair was put up neatly into a large braided bun, and a black headband helped keep it in place. Where the slit in the dress showed her leg, she had a holster strapped to her thigh, and the gun it was meant to hold, was currently in her hand and pointing at her coworker.

Brownie said nothing in response to the woman, but kept his gun trained on her head. Both agents held this position for what felt like hours before the woman lowered her gun.

"You think you know why I am here, but it is only partially true. While I was ordered to kill you and Baron B-52 in your stead, I am truly here to help you escape the agency. It's been clear to me for a while that you wanted to get out, but could never find an opportunity to. Well, I'm going to give you that opportunity now." Brownie slowly lowered his gun and placed it back inside his tail coat.

"Out of everyone in the agency, I have always trusted you the most Black Tea. Please, tell me your plan."

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The party in the dining room was beginning to die down, and the guests began noticing the disappearance of their host. As people began to grow worried, Marquis Marnier was the one most panicked. His nephew had gone missing, and he was beginning to imagine the worst very quickly. After all, he had been using his nephew's company name to illegally sell alcohol across the world. In a rush, Marnier dashed out of the dining hall and frantically searched the mansion for his nephew. This action caused the rest of the guests to go into a panic and they too rushed out of the room to search the mansion.

Marnier was currently searching his nephew's office when a loud scream echoed throughout the manor. Everyone ran to see what it was and found Miss Vodka on the verge of tears shakily pointing into the room whose door she had just opened. Marnier stepped inside, only to let out a loud gasp. There, lying in front of him, was the body of B-52's new butler, Brownie. What looked like a bullet wound through his chest was seeping blood out onto the carpet. A few feet in front of him was the body of B-52, with what also looked like several bullet wounds going through his chest. His blood had splattered onto the wall he was propped up onto. Marnier fell to his knees, a hand covering his mouth.

The servants quickly arrived on the scene, and one of them escorted Marnier and the other guests away from the scene. Milk assessed the situation before heading back to the group of guests. The look on her face saddened the crowd.

"Tonight, our master and friends, B-52 and Brownie, have been murdered by an unknown assailant. We're very sorry to leave the party on such a somber note. And I will apologise now, as we won't be holding a funeral. Master B-52 told me that if he ever died, he did not want to make a big deal out of it. Both of their bodies will be cremated together a week from today. If you would like to attend that, I shall send you a personal invitation. Also in accordance with the B-52 family rules, this manor shall be handed over to a relative. And as Marquis Marnier is here today, I believe it would only be right to give it to him." As Milk finished her announcement, B-57 came running into the room in tears.

"M-my brother is d-dead?! I won't believe it!" Milk quickly rushed over to the young girl to comfort her. As she did, the other servants escorted the guests out of the manor and to their drivers.

"I refuse to believe you Milk! There's no way my brother would be assassinated! He's too nice to have any reason for people to hate him!"

"Young lady please listen to me. Master is really-" Before Milk could finish, she was interrupted by another voice.

"Your performance was splendid Milk! I knew you would be perfect for that part." B-52 in red-stained clothes began walking down the stairs, Brownie walked behind him, his clothes in a similar state. Black Tea stood at the top of the banister watching with quite the proud look on her face. B-57's eyes widened as she laid them upon her brother's figure; alive and well. As soon as he reached the landing, she jumped him, hugging him to death before punching him multiple times.

"Stupid brother! How could you scare me like that!! What do you mean 'performance?' I want an explanation!" B-52 sweat-dropped.

"I'm sorry B-57. I forgot about you when we were planning. You see, a very scary organisation was after your big brother's and Brownie's life, so we had to play dead to get them off of our backs. This also means we'll have to leave town and go far, far away." B-57 angrily pouted but whispered an "okay" underneath her breathe. B-52 thanked his lucky stars that his little sister was so understanding.

Brownie turned around and bowed to Black Tea. "Thank you so much for helping us. With this, I'll be able to work by B-52's side for the rest of my life." Black Tea smiled at Brownie and threw him a wink.

"Let. Me. Know. When. The. Wedding. Is." She mouthed to Brownie, causing the mocha man's face to flush bright red. She chuckled before seeing herself out; whichever way she had come in. Brownie watched B-52 and his little sister with affection in his eyes. Suddenly a great idea popped into his head.

"Master!" Brownie shouted as he rushed down the last of the stairs. The surprised B-52 turned around just in time to see Brownie's face closing in on him. Their lips crashed together as Brownie grabbed the sides of B-52's face. The baron's face flushed bright red, but his eye fluttered shut as he melted into the kiss. He had been waiting for this moment since his feelings had developed for his more-than-perfect butler. Milk cleared her throat, which snapped both men out of it, and they quickly parted with bashful looks. About a foot away from B-52, B-57 squealed in delight.

"I-I totally ship iiiiiit!!!" She whisper-yelled underneath her breathe. Everyone but the two in question laughed at the young girl's new obsession.

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"Brownie, love, could you grab the bowls? B-57, please start setting the table." The former baron called out from the kitchen as he finished up dinner. Milk opened the back door and came in with fresh flowers. "Ah, thank you Milk. I always love the arrangements you make." Milk smiled politely at her former master and began making the new center piece for the table. As all of the former B-52 manor residents came down for dinner, Brownie pulled B-52 aside before he could sit down to eat.

"What is it?" Brownie had a cute pout of his face, and placed his hands on B-52's hips.

"I want a little bit of dessert before dinner babe." B-52 laughed at this and closed the distance. The former master's and butler's lips connected passionately, emanating the love that they both felt for each other.

"Alright, now let's go eat."

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The characters Marquis Marnier and B-57 are my own creations. B-57 is a peppermint variation of a B-52 drink. Marquis Marnier's character comes from one of the 3 layers that is used in a B-52 drink. It's called grand marnier.