Hello, my friends~ I'm back with more. This is going to eventually contain smut, and definitely contain Eremika, but I can include others if anyone requests it and doesn't conflict with my OTP (aforementioned). If nobody requests anything, I'll still probably include more. Idk who, yet, but we'll see.
Rated m, not just because of the future smut, but also for the vulgarities used by our little friends, along with extremely sexual references.
Also ignore the plot holes, if you catch them.
Enjoy!
It was a few days before the 57th expedition, the first expedition outside the walls for the newly-enlisted Scouting Legion members of the 104th Trainees Corps, and for most, nerves were on high alert and buzzing with anxiety. Things around the current HQ were tense and new recruits and veterans alike were affected (though the latter not so much).
However, there were few exceptions who weren't at all phased by the anxious atmosphere carried about as the newer recruits learned about the expediting strategy created by the greatest commander the Scouting Legion had ever seen. Those few exceptions undoubtedly included Lance Corporal Levi, also unofficially known as the clean freak, but officially recognized as humanity's strongest and best hope.
On the other side of things, Eren Jaeger, unofficially recognized as humanity's truest and best hope, was probably the most scared of this expedition. Not just because he had never gone beyond the protection of the walls, and definitely not because of the impending threat that was fighting titans. It was mostly because of the pressure to stay alive. Nearly every expedition brought the Scouting Legion's numbers down by thirty percent, and Eren couldn't afford to become a lost comrade. Not with his abilities and high hopes held on his shoulders.
That's probably why Connie and Reiner rounded him up that night in the male barracks, a few bottles of sake dangling temptingly from Connie's hands, smirks on both of their faces as Reiner lifted him off the top bunk and hoisted him over his shoulder, dropping him at the foot of the ladder of another bunk bed where his friends sat atop, waiting for him, Armin among them with a friendly, inviting smile.
"Come on, Jaeger," Reiner teased, locking eyes with his best friend, Berthold, who sat up on the bunk and then reached forward to offer Eren his hand.
"Yeah, join us in the fun," Connie taunted. "We can't have a proper drink without you. You're the reason we joined the Scouting Legion in the first place."
"It wouldn't be right celebrating before our first journey out there without the guy who gave us the guts to join," Berthold said.
"Actually, some of us didn't need Eren's resolve to grow the balls," Jean snapped, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.
"Don't be a prick, Jean," Connie said, turning his head to look up at the prick on the bunk briefly before looking back at Eren. "Now get up there so we can all get shit-faced."
"Guys," Eren protested, backing away from the ladder slightly. "I'm really not in the mood. You guys can drink all you want but I'm not up for being a part of it. Besides, where did you get the alcohol, anyway?"
"That, my good sir, is none of your concern," Connie said, smirking at him and holding the bottles away from him, despite the fact that Eren wasn't reaching for them. "And you don't have a choice in the matter. You're getting drunk with us whether you like it or not." As if on cue, Reiner grabbed Eren's hips and lifted him up again, Berthold taking the liberty to grab his hands and pull him up, Reiner stepping up onto the ladder to keep Eren from backing away.
"Alright, fine," Eren said, quickly giving in. "Just let go of me." After the two large teens obliged, Eren scoot to the side to take a seat by Armin, his crossed legs matching his crossed arms. Arming only looked slightly more comfortable in the situation than he did. They exchanged looks for a moment, which ended when Armin shrugged as if to say 'hey, why not?'
Connie climbed up to join them and grabbed the stack of cups that were hidden by Jean's leg, beginning to pour the drinks as Jean held the cups steady and passed them out.
"So, why are we doing this again?" Eren asked, raising a brow as he took the full, smelly cup from Jean.
"To gear up for the trip," Berthold said. "We've got to loosen up the nerves somehow."
"That, and we're not proper soldiers until we spend one night getting drunk as hell with our best mates," Connie added.
"As odd of a statement as that may be, I actually have to agree with it," Jean said, holding the last two glasses still for himself and Connie once the other four were passed out. Once everyone had their drinks, he was the first to raise his glass, the rest of them following suit.
"What should we toast to?" Connie asked, looking around the group for ideas.
"Surviving?" Armin suggested.
"Good enough for me. To surviving!" And with that, he clinked his glass against the center and brought it to his lips, tipping his head back to get a good gulp in as everyone else repeated him. Once the first gulps had settled in properly, the small buzz could begin to be felt in the atmosphere, primarily within the lightweights.
"To slaughtering titans," Eren said, offering another toast, to which the rest of the group obliged and toasted as well, taking another large gulp.
"To being men," Connie said, earning a laugh from most of the group. A third drink was taken, and by the time it settled, everyone was properly buzzed, but no one was quite drunk yet.
"To reclaiming our land," Berthold said, raising his voice slightly with devotion.
"Cheers to that," Eren said at the same time as Reiner. A smile was on everyone's face now, the nerves beginning to lessen as their hopes grew higher and their faces grew redder, especially with the next drink.
"To showing those damn bastards that humanity is to not be fucked with," Reiner boasted, earning a cheer from his friends as they hungrily took a fifth drink, Connie, Berthold, and Reiner finishing what was in their glasses and needing a refill.
"To proving to the higher ups that we're not just rookies," Jean said, and with that, the other three finished off their drinks and refilled the glasses, as well.
By the end of the next round of cheers, all of them were undeniably drunk, Armin having it the worst off and practically falling into Eren's lap. Poor lightweight.
"To Mikasa's tits!" Jean cheered, raising his cup into the air with a shaky hand, staring around at the group and avoiding Eren's suddenly fiery eyes and reddening face (even though it was already red from the alcohol).
"Fuck yeah!" Connie cheered back, clinking his glass to Jean's with such an intensity that made Eren's stomach fizzle in an unsettling fashion.
"That's my sister you're talking about," he chided, giving them a hard, dark look that none of them (aside from Jean) would normally dare to challenge if sober. But nobody in the room was sober.
"Bullshit, Eren," Reiner challenged, turning his head to look at the boy in question, sitting next to him, Eren's fingers digging into his cup. "She may be your adopted sister, but you think Mikasa is as hot as the rest of us. Admit it."
"Shut the hell up," Eren demanded, his brows furrowing as he stared at Reiner's amused look.
"You're blushing, too," he pointed out, not at all threatened by the smaller teen and his death glare. That caught Eren off guard. Surely he was just imagining the heated sensation in his cheeks? Or was he actually blushing?
"It's cool, Eren," Connie slurred. "Mikasa has the body of a goddess, it's nothing to be ashamed about. You can pretend she's just your sister all you want, but we all the know the truth."
"Yeah, Eren," Armin laughed, his voice slurring through practically every word. The blond lifted his face up and out of Eren's crossed legs to attempt to throw a smirk at him, but was distracted by the sight of the drink in his other hand that he somehow managed to not spill yet. The smirk falling into a sloppy grin, Armin leaned forward for the drink and brought the shaking cup to his lips, turning his head to get a better angle over Eren's leg and rolling over, his shoulders fully on Eren's lap and staring up at the incredulous face above him.
He spilled his drink all over his face and neck, and Eren watched with irritated eyes that it was getting absorbed into Armin's shirt and his pant legs, as some had splashed onto him, as well.
"Damnit, Armin, you suck at being drunk," he chastised, flicking the cup out of his best friend's hand.
"It's okay, Eren," Armin assured, raising his hand into the arm to pat Eren's face, missing entirely and not seeming to notice as he stared blankly up at the ceiling, the same sloppy grin still on his blotched face.
"Is he going to be okay?" Berthold asked, sitting up from laying on his side, folding his long legs beneath him.
"Yeah," Eren said, inspecting Armin's drunk face for a moment before he raised his eyes, meeting Berthold's concerned ones. "I've never seen him this out of it before, but I'm pretty sure he'll be fine."
"As fine as Mikasa's tits?" Connie said deviously, waggling his eyebrows at the teen flustering from the comment, his blush getting worse by the second.
"Shut up!" Eren shouted, pressing his hands into his knees and leaning forward angrily.
"Oh, come on! You know you've looked at them! We all have!"
"He has," Armin said, a strangely evil tone to his voice as he glared at the ceiling, his glassy eyes matched with a devious furrowing of his brows. "More than once. I've caught him."
"Armin!" Eren yelled down at his friend, his face growing redder than the helplessly drunk boy in his lap. "That means you're admitting to looking at her chest, too!"
"Hey, I never denied it," he responded with an attempted shrug of his shoulders, but given the lack of mobility he just pressed them awkwardly into Eren's leg. "I think they're pretty decent. Not the best I've seen, but definitely up there." He was hardly understandable what with every word smearing with the next, but his message still got across.
"Armin!"
"Damn, kid's a pervert," Reiner said with a chuckle, turning his head and looking at Berthold.
"Who'd have thunk it?" Berthold replied with a shrug of their shoulders, both taking another drink simultaneously.
"Hey Armin," Connie said, leaning forward and knocking over a bottle with his shifted weight.
"You're lucky that was closed," Jean scolded, picking up the bottle and gently smacking it into Connie's head.
"Yes, Connie love?" Armin replied, moving his head to face Connie who sat across from Eren. As he spoke, he lifted his legs and swung them over the edge of the bunk, as they had been falling asleep on him with how they were curled.
"So you're like, an expert on tits, right?"
"Never said that, but yes, I am. Why?"
"So of all our friends, who has the biggest set?"
"Naw, don't just tell us that, but tell us all their cup sizes!" Reiner practically yelled. The last three cups he'd finished were finally kicking in to the big eager boy. Eren mentally covered his ears, already seeing in Armin's face that he knew those exact details, and with no inhibitions thanks to the alcohol he was going to speak his every thought. And he didn't really want to hear it.
"Well, Christa obviously has an A-cup because she's the smallest," Armin began, flickering his eyes downwards in thought, not looking at anything in particular. "Annie had an A-cup at the start of our training but by the time we graduated she had a B."
"Tell us the numbers, too! Don't those matter?" Connie asked, basically yelling in anticipation.
"Not really," Armin replied. "The numbers just represent how long the band is, like how wide around the chest is minus the boobs. But if you really want to know, I'd say Christa's is eighty-one centimeters, Annie, too. Sasha's is one hundred twenty and she wears a B cup. Mikasa started out with an A cup at first, but quickly grew into a B and pretty recently fits a C. Ymir has a B, but will probably be a C by the time she's done growing."
"What, aren't they done growing?" Armin's eyes flashed at Connie, his brows furrowing in irritation.
"Are you an idiot? We're only fifteen. They still have another year or so."
"Yeah! Bigger boobs!" Armin sighed, shaking his head, which was a bad idea. The room started spinning momentarily and he let out a drunken sigh.
"You okay, Armin?" Eren asked, concerned eyes looking down at his friend. He was happy at any excuse to get the subject off of breasts and how shamelessly perverted Armin was, deep down. He would never look at him the same way again, and hoped he would drink enough to pass out and forget this night ever happened.
"Just dandy," Armin snapped, taking Eren aback. He was surprised at how sarcastic Armin truly was.
"Damn, nobody fuck with Arlert," Reiner said, chuckling at how the intoxication removed all the inhibitions from the small kid.
"Damn straight," Armin responded, his voice just as quick and snappy as when he talked back to Eren. "Pecking order, bitch."
A moment of silence passed as everybody's eyebrows rose in confusion, looking at the boy covering his face with his hands, attempting to relax himself.
"What?" Eren asked, voicing the mass confusion in the room.
"It's okay, Eren," Armin said, his voice slurred and the same as when he said the exact same sentence a few minutes ago. His hand even raised and attempted to pat Eren's cheek once more, brushing over the back of Eren's head this time. Still missed, but kind of close.
"Um," Eren said, at a loss for words, about to question Armin further but all the attention of the six men in the room was captured by the door swinging open, slamming into the wall. Fear shook through them as they all froze, wondering if they were about to be caught by their barracks adviser. The fear made a few of them piss uncontrollably, no help aided by the alcohol deeply imbedded within all of their systems.
Everyone's eyes flashed around, meeting everyone else's fearful gaze. If they were caught getting drunk right before curfew, all of them being minors drinking stolen sake, they were definitely going to be in for it. From where the bunk was in the room, they were hidden by the safety of the wall from the door's view, but they only had about six seconds before their adviser stalked into the room and found them huddled on the top bunk with faces as red as wine and four bottles of it hidden behind their backs.
Eren and Jean, who sat closest to the edge, met each other's eyes last, and nodded at each other. They would have to be the ones to look around the corner and see who it was. Eren shifted his weight to his left, tilting his head as Jean turned his body, leaning to face the other way.
Who they found glaring back at them was not their barracks adviser, but much worse. Both boys turned away as the sound of many loud and angry footsteps approached the center of the room, staring at each other with redder faces than before.
"Who is it?" Connie whispered, a little too loudly as Armin suddenly sat up, smacking his forehead into Eren's chin, Eren grabbing at the throbbing sore that was sure to bruise as Armin puked into his own lap. Connie and Reiner facepalmed themselves, knowing that whatever chance they had at pretending to not be intoxicated was suddenly blown straight out the window.
"I can't even believe you guys are getting drunk without us!"
"Well, I'm going to go change Armin," Reiner offered, recognizing the voice and taking the opportunity to get the hell out of the room while everyone else explained themselves. He stood into a crouch, not being able to stand very high with the ceiling and his large frame getting in the way.
"And I have to use the bathroom," Jean insisted, sliding over to the ladder and climbing down, followed by Reiner, who froze as soon as he hopped off the bunk, ignoring the ladder.
"Care to explain?" Ymir's angry taunt shouted at him, along with the rest of the boys staring down wide-eyed at the group who'd just entered the room.
Hands balled into fists at her waist, Ymir glared up at Reiner with scrutinizing eyes, Sasha grabbing Jean by the collar and shoving him into the wall. Standing behind them was Mikasa and Christa, who both didn't seem as angry as the other two girls they were with. Christa seemed slightly irritated, seeing Ymir doing the same, but Mikasa really only followed them into the room because she knew this was Eren and Armin's barracks.
"Um, females aren't allowed in the male barracks?" Connie said hopefully, staring down at the group on his knees from the bunk.
"Kiss my ass, Springer!" Ymir shouted back up at him, her angry voice bitter.
Really, the tension caused in the situation wasn't the fact that Ymir and Sasha were leading a rampage for alcohol. It also wasn't the fact that they were prepared to beat the sake out of them. It was the fact that every single one of the girls was sweating and wearing a lot less clothing than usual.
Ymir and Mikasa both wore gray, thick-strapped tank tops on top of black athletic shorts that shouldn't be allowed by the standards of their dress code. Sasha wore a white short-sleeved tee soaked with sweat in the neck, with gray shorts matching Ymir's and Mikasa's, and Christa donned the same as Sasha, but her shirt was black and had slightly shorter sleeves.
And a group of drunk boys watching a group of half-clothed, angry women glistening with sweat demanding to join their party just after they had been discussing the breasts of the exact women in question, weren't in the best of conditions, what with their erections not having died down yet.
And all of them undeniably had one. Except for Armin, who was a master at being a pervert.
"What were you guys doing?" Jean asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
"Don't change the subject!" Sasha yelled at him, her grip on his shirt tightening.
"We were sparring in the gym, and we heard you guys yelling obnoxiously through the window as we were heading to the showers," Mikasa explained, meeting his eyes before looking up to find Eren's curious green ones staring back at her. She watched him suddenly jump as she looked at him, his face reddening as he looked away quickly. She cocked an eyebrow at his suspicious behavior.
"We have a gym?!" Connie shouted incredulously.
"Um, you're welcome to join us," Berthold said, speaking up and leaning around Connie to show his face to the girls, saving the day for the two men about to piss their pants on the ground under the hard stares of Ymir and Sasha (and Jean didn't want to experience it twice).
"Thank you, Berthold, that's so sweet of you," Ymir said, her attitude switching in an instant as she shoved Reiner aside, releasing his shirt as she stepped onto the ladder, climbing up first and sitting where Reiner had been.
"About time," Sasha chimed in, following her up and sitting between Berthold and Connie. Christa climbed after her, taking Jean's old spot near the edge. Mikasa glanced at Eren, who still avoided her gaze, then decided to join them, seating herself between Eren and Ymir.
"So Eren," Reiner asked, getting his attention from floor at the storage lockers on the other side of the room, Jean already rummaging through one towards the end. "Which one is Armin's?"
"The third one," Eren replied, wishing Reiner would hurry up and take the blond boy out of his lap. The vomit was beginning to smell.
Connie began to pour drinks for Ymir and Sasha, who were waiting expectantly, Ymir's arms crossed as she was still furious with them. Berthold sipped at his awkwardly to pass the time, Eren following his lead with his own cup.
"Do you want any, Christa?" Connie asked after handing the two cups to their drinkers, who immediately threw their heads back and drank.
"Yes, please," the shy girl said with a nod, sitting back on her legs with her hands resting on her shiny knees. "But I don't think I should have very much."
"Yeah, fucking lightweight," Ymir joked, earning a blush and a giggle from the smaller girl.
"What about you, Mikasa? Do you want some?"
Rather than answering right away, Mikasa turned to Eren, her eyes catching Armin's as they peeped open slightly.
"Is that okay, Eren?" she asked, Eren's eyebrows raising at her question.
"Why are you asking me? I don't care if you do."
"Then yes, I'll have some," she replied, facing Connie again. As he poured their drinks into the last two cups, Reiner approached the bunk to retrieve Armin and take him to the bathroom, Eren stooping under the ceiling and leaning over the edge to drop the drunk kid from his arms to Reiner's. Jean joined him with his own pair of pants that he tried to keep hidden. They were back ten minutes later, returning to find Sasha sufficiently drunk, Ymir tipsy and bitchy as hell, Christa giggling at everything, and Mikasa being Mikasa but with a red tint on her face.
This time Armin was walking back, supported with Reiner's help, despite the fact that the big guy was struggling with his coordination.
"So that's why I think titans are actually highly intelligent," Armin said sloppily, his fist slamming into his chest. "Because they're just people, like us, with feelings. It's not our fault they're just misunderstood."
"Yeah, okay, Armin," Jean said, rubbing his head with frustration of the boy's constant blabbering. "Can you climb the ladder?"
"Can you climb the shut the fuck up?" Snickers broke out between drunk boys and tipsy girls alike at Armin's clever backtalk as the blond gripped the ladder, hoisting himself up but hardly making any progress until Reiner pushed him up from underneath and Eren grasped his friend's wrist to pull him up.
"Wow, Eren, you have big hands," Armin said, sounding utterly shocked as he stumbled over to Berthold and fell into a squat, twisting in the air to face the center of the group. "And you're tall as shit, bro," he said, placing his hand on the giant's shoulder.
"My hands aren't that big," Eren said, mostly to himself as he held them up to his face to inspect them. Reiner had climbed up and sat between Connie and Christa, grabbing the bottle from the boy and downing the little sake that was left in it with one tip of his head backwards. Jean took the last open space in Armin's old spot beside Eren and the edge of the bunk, something he didn't seem too happy about, being separated from Mikasa by him, of all people.
"Eren, why is your crotch wet?" Mikasa asked out of nowhere, pointing at the wet stains on his pant legs from earlier.
"Armin spilled his drink on me," he said, taking a large gulp of what was in his cup, hoping Mikasa hadn't noticed the bulge under his jeans as she was inspecting him. He could barely think straight with her sitting next to him, practically all of her long, slender legs exposed. The conversation the group was having before they were interrupted kept coming back to his head as he kept noticing her breasts looking bigger than usual in the tank top, and he kept telling himself to not look.
But then the thought occurred to him that while he was sneaking glances at her inappropriately, she had been, too.
"Why were you looking?" he shot at her as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his eyes glancing at her out of the corners of his eyes sneakily, thinking he'd gotten her.
And he knew he did, with the blush that was rising to her face behind the flush of the alcohol in her system.
"Because your boner is distracting," Sasha snapped, saving the Asian from embarrassment. "Pervert." Eren's jaw dropped as she took a sip of her drink. What was with alcohol making everyone so snappy?
"Uh, if you think I'm the pervert, just wait until Armin starts talking again!" he challenged, pointing his finger accusingly at the blond in question.
"Who, me?"
"Yes, you!"
"Armin is as sweet and innocent as a pansy," Sasha retorted, patting Armin's shoulder and pulling him against her. "How dare you accuse him of thinking dirty thoughts."
"Yeah, Eren, how dare you accuse me of that."
"Armin, I'm going to kill you, I swear!"
"Yes, Eren, we've all heard you swear. Stop having such a potty mouth all the goddamn time. It's fucking annoying as hell. Cut the shit. Fucking jeez."
"Holy shit, Armin, did that really just come from your mouth?" Ymir asked incredulously, a beyond amused smile on her face at his brash words.
"That's not all that cums from his mouth," Eren snapped, still glaring at his blond friend.
"Damn, Eren!" Connie and Reiner said loudly, cheering Eren on for the wittiest comeback of the night, both offering fist bumps, which he took proudly as he glared at Armin.
"Eren, I thought we agreed we wouldn't tell anybody about that," Armin retorted, his voice as evil as ever, his blue eyes icy as they stared back at Eren's forest green, a tremor being sent down Eren's back as he struggled to come up with a quick and witty response through the laughter of practically everyone in the room. Mikasa's hand on his knee in comfort was the only reason his face stayed a safe color of scarlet and he resorted to downing what was left in glass, ripping hers from her grip and finishing that, too.
"Connie, give me another," he demanded gruffly, tossing his cup at the smirking teen.
"Sure thing," he said, snatching the glass out of the air and reaching for Mikasa's empty cup to pour them both some more.
"We should play a game," Sasha announced, glancing at Ymir for support. Right as she did, Armin suddenly fell into her lap, staring at the ceiling again.
"That depends on what kind of game," she said, raising her brows.
"Like a drinking game?" Reiner asked, his finger rubbing along the top of his glass with a barely inaudible squeak, Christa watching beside him with an odd fascination at the sound coming from the glass. She'd only finished one glass and her face was redder than a tomato.
"I'll pass the bottle around so we can all fill our cups to the top," Connie offered, pouring his and overflowing slightly without trying, his drunk hands trembling badly with his loss of coordination. Sasha and Ymir quickly downed their cups with a scrunched face at the alcohol's strong presence before the bottle got around to them, Eren and Reiner doing the same. Mikasa stared down at the glass in her lap, considering doing the same, but deciding against it. Everybody else could suffer from alcohol poisoning, but she would be just fine passing on that opportunity.
"What's wrong, Mikasa? Scared to get a little drunk?" Armin teased, watching her from across the circle, not even fearing the daggers she flashed at him, instead challenging her with his evil, blue eyes.
"Shut up, Armin," Eren said, thoroughly annoyed with how alcohol affected his best friend as he came to Mikasa's defense. "Not everyone wants to be passed out in someone's lap and throwing up on themselves."
"I was not passed out in your lap. I was fully conscious." He turned his head to look at Connie, who'd just disguised the word 'gay' in a fake cough.
"If you're going to do cheap, cliché shit like that, at least do it right," he taunted, glaring at the boy. "Also, why do you shave your head? You look like a fuzzball."
"Why do you wear yours like a coconut?"
"'Cause all the bitches want my milk."
"Do the carpets match the drapes?"
"Yours, yeah."
"So yeah, that game we're going to play," Ymir said, bringing the subject back.
"Armin can go first," Connie said, still glaring at the boy in Sasha's lap. "We'll play Would You Rather."
"And we'll make it interesting," Eren said, piping up as he joined Connie in glaring at Armin. "We'll come up with two things you have to choose between and then do one of them. That, or finish your whole cup."
"Sounds extremely entertaining," Ymir commented. "I'm in."
"It also sounds like we're going to be getting extremely drunk, extremely fast," Reiner spoke up, rubbing his forehead in preparation for the hangover he was surely going to have in the morning.
"Only if you're a little girl who can't man up to do something funny for the sake of entertaining his fellow soldiers, then sure," she retorted. "But I'm not a pussy. I want to go first."
"But Armin's going first-" Connie fought back.
"I said, I want to go first."
"Fine. Would you rather make out with Berthold or Reiner?"
"Easy. Reiner, because I have a thing for blondes. But Berthold's closer, so..." With that, she grabbed the boy's chin unexpectedly, pulling him to her face as he blushed, not realizing what was going on until Ymir's mouth was kissing his, moving against his lips for several moments until pulling away, pushing him backwards and taking a sip of her drink.
"Damn," Connie said, not expecting her to be so open like that, Berthold trying to wipe his lips clean as he flushed from embarrassment. "Who's next?"
"How about we just go in a circle?"
"Mikasa or Berthold, who wants to go next?"
"I will," the Asian offered, raising her hand slightly despite the lack of a need for formalities.
"Alright Ymir, you should ask it this time."
"'Kay. Mikasa, would you rather fuck Eren right here, right now, or go somewhere private?" Eren, who was taking a small sip of his drink, suddenly stained Reiner's shirt with a beautiful spit take as Mikasa blushed furiously.
"What kind of question is that?"
"Are you going to give us a hot show, take your man away and fuck him senseless, or drink?" Mikasa glared at the girl next to her, not noticing Eren's blush matching hers behind her as she lifted her glass and tipped her head back, taking gulp after gulp of the hot, burning liquid.
"Hey, you don't have to drink it all at once!" Eren said, his concerned gaze noticing her urge to hold back a cough, his hand reached for her wrist. But she ignored him, finishing her drink in one go, then falling backwards against the wall to let it settle.
"Damn, that was pretty hot," Armin thought aloud, not even caring as all eyes turned to him.
"And I was really hoping to see some action," Ymir said with a frustrated sigh, looking down with closed eyes, crossing her arms.
"You really are a perv, you know that?" Connie said, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Even more than Armin."
"But Armin isn't a perv," Sasha insisted, punching Connie's arm and stroking Armin's hair protectively.
"Yeah, Connie," Armin said, smirking at the fuzzball. "Maybe you're the one who's a pervert."
"Is she alive?" Jean asked, looking at Mikasa, who still slouched against the wall after finishing her whole cup. Ymir and Eren turned to face the girl between them, Ymir lifting one of her eyelids up to reveal a glossy, black stare. A low groan drifted out of her mouth, signaling some sort of life presence left within her.
"Alive enough," Ymir announced, pulling the girl up by her tank top strap, Eren blushing as he pretended to not have just been given a peek down her shirt. He snaked his arm underneath her and held her in a sitting position as Ymir gently pat her face, trying to rouse her out of whatever daze she was in. "Hey, Mikasa, you in there?" After a second, Mikasa's eyelids fluttered, and another groan escaped her, but she didn't wake. "It's not working. Eren, trying kissing her. That'll wake up like she's having a heart attack."
"W-what?" Eren stuttered, desperately hoping they all mistook his blush for alcohol blotching at the mere suggestion.
"No, he can't do that," Reiner teased, glaring at Eren with a smirk on his face. "She's his sister."
"Bullshit," Ymir stated, eyeing Reiner.
"Right?! That's what I said!"
"No way in hell they're related. Different last names, look completely different, both have crushes on each other-"
"What?" Eren challenged, glaring over Mikasa's hanging head at Ymir.
"If that's not true then why do you blush whenever someone implies shit, like you're doing now? She does it, too, dumbass."
"And even if it is incest, nobody here is going to judge," Connie added.
"All these squares make a circle," Armin interrupted, staring at the ceiling with a glossy look, muttering to himself as he successfully captured everyone's attention for the umpteenth time that night. While they sat and stared in confusion at the blond, Mikasa began to stir, her hand reaching for her forehead as her attention was suddenly clear.
"Oh," she said, eyes flickering back to her as she swayed in her sitting position, held steady only by Eren's hand. "Wow," she thought aloud, the feeling of dreariness flowing through her bloodstream.
"You okay?" Ymir asked, cocking her head at the surely-drunk girl. Mikasa turned her head to look Ymir in the face, smiling at her, Ymir's eyebrows raising significantly.
"Hi, Ymir," she slurred, raising an unsteady hand to wave.
"Holy shit, you're fucked," Ymir responded, chuckling and staring wide-eyed.
"Uh huh," Mikasa said, nodding joyfully at her.
"Oh my god," Reiner said at the same time as Eren and Jean, amused looks on everyone's faces except for Jean's, and partially Eren's. He'd never seen Mikasa like this before, and though he felt concern, he was also entertained.
"Hi Connie," Mikasa said as she turned her head, waving at him. He smiled, waving back.
"Hey, Mikasa."
"Hi Christa."
"Hi," the shy girl responded with a giggle, lifting her hand in a half-hearted wave.
"Hi Eren," Mikasa said, her eyes finally coming to a stop on him.
"You okay?" he asked, raising an amused eyebrow at her.
"I'm drunk," she said, giggling.
"Yeah," he said, laughing with her, along with everyone else who started chuckling at her odd behavior. "I noticed. Can you sit up straight?" With a laugh, Mikasa sloppily shook her head no, falling against his shoulder as if to prove her point.
"I can barely see straight, silly," she said, giggling as she tried to tap his nose, struggling to hit her target with her hand shaking so much. Rolling his eyes, Eren grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his face, forcing it back down into her lap as more giggles escaped her lips.
"Should she go lay down?" Jean wondered aloud, watching her with eyes of concern.
"Hell no!" Sasha screeched. "This is hilarious!"
"I think she'll be fine," Reiner said, turning to Mikasa. "Just tell us if you start feeling bad, Mikasa, okay?"
"Kay," she said, smiling at him with more giggles. "Whose turn is it?"
"Yours."
"Oh, okay," she said, turning back to Eren. "Hey, would you rather steal food from Sasha or spit on Levi-heichou's boots?" Without responding, Eren reached for the glass he balanced in his lap, taking it to his lips and deciding to down it portions at a time.
"Pussy," Ymir muttered, noticing the suddenly hungry flare in Sasha's eyes at the mention of food.
Ignoring her comment, Eren took another large gulp, coughing once and then turning to Jean.
"Would you rather suck Armin's dick or suck mine?"
That got even Berthold cackling as Jean quickly reached for his glass, throwing his head back against the wall as he drank, Eren finishing another third of his own. Settling the glass back down in his lap, Mikasa reached for it with sneaky eyes, but not so sneaky maneuvers. He gave her a scolding look as he held the cup out of reach, Mikasa pouting at him and nearly falling into his lap, held up only by his arm around her shoulders.
"You're all pussies," Ymir growled, watching as both teens finished their drinks.
"Christa, would you rather have a penis or a vagina?"
"I thought these were supposed to be things we can do, like dares that we have to choose from.
"Oh yeah," Jean said, scratching his head, his mind swimming with sake. "Um...would you rather... take off your shirt or your shorts?"
"What?!"
"Shirt!" Ymir cheered, cackling. "None of us are wearing bras!"
"I second that notion," Connie said, eyes flickering to each set of boobs in the room to see if he get a glimpse of any nips.
"Third," Armin said, talking out of his coma.
"Why are all these questions sexual?" Berthold asked.
"Cause we're drunk as shit," Ymir snapped. "Now take off your shirt, Christa, and let the girls free." Glaring at the taller girl, Christa stood unsteadily to remove her shorts. As she shrugged them down to her ankles (all of the boys' faces blushing as she revealed her pink panties) and stepped out of them, she lost her balance and fell backwards, over the edge of the bunk.
Really, I only ended it here because the original thing was getting too long. Wasn't planning on making this super long. It's just supposed to be something funny and entertaining, and give all the characters a chance to act silly. Anyway, expect the next chapter within the next couple of days. No idea how long this is going to be, but probably not very. I have a sequel in mind, but I don't know yet.
Drunk Armin is my favorite so far. (winkwink)
Also, if you caught the Team Four Star reference, you get a trophy.
Thanks for reading! Sorry if it was really fast-paced. I don't edit.
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