How Lucky are We?

Important: Modern AU, T for Language and Mature Themes (no bowchickawowow though… maybe in later chapters.) Genre: My sad attempt at humor (might get crack-ish at times)

Summary: Marco wins a game show and takes the whole gang to a trip to fabulous Las Vegas. Chaos ensues. Modern AU, no titans and deaths, established Ymir/Krista, Bertolt/Reiner and Connie/Sasha.

A/N: Hey! This is my very first fanfic in my 16 years of living, so I'm sorry for any immaturity in my writing style and grammar.

Chapter 1: A Lazy Beginning

It is a lazy Sunday afternoon in Pasadena, California. Three twenty-year-olds, Mikasa, Eren, and Armin, sit on a porch swing rather languidly, not knowing what to do. They had just gotten out of their first year of college and are looking for a little adventure; after all, what's a college education without a wild experience? They had just wasted one entire week of their summer vacation lying about, relaxing their brains from the intense stresses that came with finals. But now they're looking for something fun to do. Alas, nothing really exciting had come across their way.

Eren, sitting in the middle of the porch swing, yawns loudly, stretching his long and lanky arms above his head. His usually large blue-green eyes droops as lethargy overcomes him. The dry wind gently flows through the porch, moving the porch swing ever so slightly and ruffling Eren's bangs with slight trepidation. Why trepidation? The wind was mostly likely afraid of the fierce companion sitting next to Eren, his adopted sister Mikasa.

Never has there been a young woman as beautiful and equally as intimidating as Mikasa. Ever since high school, Mikasa has often been in the eyes of many suitors, who all get rejected by the bombshell. Once in a while, there would be an idiotic man who takes the rejection as a challenge and starts harassing her; said suitor usually ended up in the trash can with his body grotesquely wrung like last week's laundry. Nevertheless, she is a loving sister and friend, as long as nobody messes with her and her loved ones, more specifically, Eren and Armin.

Armin sits to the right of Eren, savoring the peaceful moment. For he is a genius, Armin often takes classes at his university that are extremely difficult for someone with an average brain. These classes almost always require prerequisites, which Armin, of course, must complete; therefore, his schedule is rather demanding. So, he really enjoyed that week of relaxation. But now that the week is over, he is looking for some fun as well.

Eren, always the one to speak whatever is in everyone's mind, loudly cries, "What the hell is there to do?! I'm so bored! Armin, go put on a frilly dress and dance for us or something!" Okay, maybe not whatever is in everyone's mind.

"Gyaaah?!" Armin screeches. As he stands up to go get a frilly dress, however, he gets a fantastic idea.

BEEP BEEP BOOP BEEP BEEP

"Hello?" "Who dis?" "What up mah ni—" "Oh my God! It's been forever since we…" "Oh Bertolt, just like—WAIT what?!" "No." "*potato chip crunch*"

Armin's fantastic idea? Bring all of their best friends from the graduating class of 2013 together again!

"Guys, Eren, Mikasa, and I are so bored. We need to do something exciting! It is our college years; we have to live as if we're going to get eaten by a ginormous beast any day from now!" Armin excitedly yells to the phone's microphone, "So how 'bout it?! Sleepover tonight at Eren's house? 7:00 sharp!"

There was a collective "Yes!" some "Oh thank God, I was getting so bored," a "No," and a collective, "Annie, you are going to this sleepover whether you like it or not."

It is exactly 7:00 PM, and the doorbell rings. With enthusiasm, Eren runs from his room upstairs to the door, slipping on the wooden floor in the kitchen, where Mikasa is preparing what looks like pizza rolls enough for seven armies, and opens the door to find his favorite group of comrades and troublemakers from high school: Connie, Sasha, Krista, Reiner, Bertolt, Ymir, Jean, and Annie. However, Eren scrunches up his face as he notices that someone is missing.

Jean, noticing his expression, retorts, "Marco is dead."

Eren fell back and hit his head on the, thankfully, carpeted living room floor.

"Nah jk, Marco is in Hollywood 'cause his parents wanted to see Wheel of Fortune live."

A stoic voice from the kitchen loudly and calmly proclaims, "Hey guys, I'm just baking pizza rolls. I bought like twenty boxes 'cause God knows how much Sasha can eat."

"ONLY TWENTY BOXES?"

It is 8:00 PM, and Sasha has gone through forty boxes of pizza rolls (Mikasa actually had to drive to the grocery store to buy more pizza rolls). Feeling the need to urinate, she loudly excuses herself and flounces out of the dining room and takes a left turn. They all eye her suspiciously, then quickly continue their discussions: Annie, Mikasa, and Ymir are talking about new ways to rebuff suitors; Bertholt, Reiner, and Eren are talking about awesome, new ways to work out; Jean is flirting with Krista and gets a swift kick to the crotch; Connie sits dumbfounded as Armin starts rambling about his current studies.

Connie's thought, "I just asked how college was doing…" was quickly interrupted when Mikasa stands and glares at the hallway. Looking for a way to get out of Armin's ramblings, he saunters towards Mikasa and states, "Mikasa. What's going on?"

"To get to the bathroom, you take a right turn."

"What?"

"To get to the pantry, you take a left turn."

"SASHA NO."

They all stop their conversations. Their faces quickly blanch. A millisecond after, they all race towards the pantry, where they find Sasha gorging on a jar of jelly.

Trying to lighten the mood, Bertolt chuckles, "Heh. Wonder what she'll be like when she gets pregnant."

It was scary how synchronized and unified the rest of the group quickly states, "Good luck Connie."

It is 9:00 PM, and Jean gets a call from his best friend, Marco. He raises his phone towards his ear and immediately removes it when Marco starts yelling, "I WON. I WON. I WON."

The group hushes as Jean puts Marco on speakerphone. "Guys! I won Wheel of Fortune! I won an all-expenses paid trip to Las Vegas!" His news is greeted with a loud cheer.

"The best part is, I can take as many people as I want! Pack your bags, we're going to Las Vegas!"