Historia Reiss stood in the kitchen of her friend Sasha's house with a red solo cup of water in one hand and her arm crossed over in front of her. She sighed and tried to relax. It wasn't that she didn't love going to Sasha's, but sometimes parties made her anxious.
Suddenly, her calm sanctuary was shattered by a tall girl with freckles stumbling through the door. She stopped as soon as she saw Historia and stared openly. Sasha walked in behind her, clearly less drunk and smiling.
"Oh," she said, "Looks like you've met Ymir. Be careful, Historia, Ymir gets reallygay when she's drunk."
Ymir puffed up and replied defensively, "I do not! I am gay as fuck all the time!"
The other two girls laughed.
"Don't worry, I'm probably gayer," Historia replied.
Ymir hesitated, then broke out into the most attractive smirk Historia had ever seen on a human being. "Damn. Damn. That is just amazing news for me, 'cause you're just hot as fuckin' hell babe. Wait not babe. Like... angel or somethin'."
Historia blushed as Sasha laughed. "Tone down the gay, Ymir. Hold it in in. You're in public."
"What?!" Ymir yelled as she turned back to face Sasha. "I'll have you know, that I would never tone down any gay. I am the gayest person alive. I am the lord of the gays. The Gaylord."
"Okay, Ymir," Sasha replied, nodding and backing out of the room.
Ymir turned back to look at Histora.
"Damn..." she murmured. "Damn."
Part one of a collection of shorts mostly centered around Ymir.