"I cannot believe you. I told you last week that I was going as Indiana Jones."

"And I'm telling you, no you didn't."

Here I was, Indiana Jones, staring at Eren, who was also dressed as Indiana Jones. And here we both were, stood smack in the middle of a Halloween party.

"Relax. It's a misunderstanding. No one's gonna care, anyways," Mikasa said from over Eren's shoulder. She was dressed as Black Widow, though she'd refused to wear a wig. I immediately disregarded her words, however. She couldn't understand. No one else was dressed as Black Widow, so how could she possibly understand my annoyance.

"Mikasa's right, Levi. It was a misunderstanding," Petra said from behind me. I didn't turn to meet her eyes. I already knew she was giving me that 'mom' stare she was so good at. Out of my friends, she was the responsible one. Out of Eren's friends, it was Mikasa. I was outnumbered on this one - two moms against me.

Eren bent his knees and let his arms hang slack, his eyes rolling. "I'm sorry, Levi, it was an honest mistake, I swear! I didn't mean to. I really, truly, and honestly didn't know you were dressing up as Indie."

I grumbled, turning heel and heading to the kitchen. There was vodka somewhere at this party and I intended to find it. Petra grabbed my sleeve as I passed her, looking surprisingly menacing in her Tinkerbell costume. "Hey. Be nice. And don't' drink too much, if you throw up in my car then you're paying to have it cleaned," she said. I'd never seen her so serious, or maybe I had and the booze were finally catching up to me. I had been drinking pretty steadily since I arrived two hours prior. I nodded and gently removed myself from her grasp.

In the kitchen, I realised I might have more trouble reaching the vodka than I'd anticipated. Between me and it were Connie and Sasha, dressed as Peeta and Katniss respectively, dancing in the middle of the floor. That in itself wouldn't have been an issue if not for the crowd of people surrounding them.

There really isn't a good way to phrase this: I decided to climb on the counters to get around them. No one noticed until I was halfway there, and they probably would have remained entranced in the dancing if I hadn't misplaced my foot and slipped off the edge of the counter. I crashed into someone, knocking both of us to the floor.

"Uh... Levi?" I heard Sasha ask. I didn't want to look up at her. My pride was taking a beating tonight.

"Yes?" I replied, still laying on top of the person whom I had theoretically crushed.

"What're you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"It looked like you were playing spies on the counter and you fell," Connie interjected. Finally, I looked up at the two, anger rolling off me in waves. That was the last straw.

"I was getting the fucking vodka, brats," I spat, standing up much to the relief of the kid under me. I walked over to the counter and snatched an almost full bottle. I stormed back past them, Connie reaching to pat me on the head. I swatted his hand away and began searching for a secluded spot to get thoroughly shitfaced.

After a few minutes, I found an unoccupied armchair in what could have been a sitting room, or maybe an office. I wasn't entirely such and I entirely did not care. I opened the bottle and took a swig.

I couldn't tell you how long I sat alone in that room drinking, but I can tell you that by the time Hanji showed up to find me I was nearly 2/3 done with it.

"Rough night, buddy?" she asked, kneeling down beside the chair. She looked at my sympathetically.

"Eren stole my costume."

She nodded, pursing her lips slightly. "I know, I heard. It's not fair, is it?"

I responded only by meeting her gaze as I took my next swig.

Hanji tutted, snatching the bottle from my hands, asking how much of it I'd drank. I started to protest, but Hanji didn't care. She walked out of the room and left me sitting there alone with no booze to occupy me for a while, before returning with four bottles of water.

"Here's what we're gonna do, okay? For every question you answer wrong, you're gonna drink half a bottle of water. No ifs, ands, or buts. Petra's orders. She doesn't want you sick in the backseat and frankly neither do I."

So Hanji finally began quizzing me on trivial shit. She asked me what Petra was dressed as tonight. I responded with a princess. Down went half a water bottle.

It went on like that for a while, and I was getting more questions right than wrong, to my credit. Eventually, though, Hanji just started asking questions that I couldn't know the answers to; types of transport tissue in plants, what polypeptide was, to name every single part in a cow's digestive tract. Biology shit that I wasn't learning in my studying to become a history major but that she knew inside out for her classes to become a surgeon. Soon the water was gone.

"Okay, time to go home I think. Where's Petra and Erwin?" Hanji mumbled, mostly to herself I think. I was still too drunk to care, or even vaguely have an answer.

We made our way to the living room. "Wait here. I'm gonna find them and we'll come collect you," Hanji said before leaving to make a round of the house.

I would have waited, sure. That wasn't hard, even drunk. But the problem with being drunk for me was that I was really susceptible to mood swings. And there, in the middle of the room, was Eren, chatting up someone I didn't know.

"Hey! Jaeger! Fuck you, man!" I yelled, heading towards him. He looked at me in surprise, but he was even more surprised when my fist connected with his chin.

It fucking hurt. Punching people hurts. But in the moment, I didn't care. I could not believe he had worn the same costume as me. "Hey, what the fuck, Levi!" Eren yelled, holding a hand to his chin. I tried to tackle him, but I missed and went headfirst into the coffee table. I remember hearing someone yell something to the effect of "Holy shit!" before I passed out.

I woke up in the hospital. My head was pounding and my knuckles were throbbing in the same rhythm. I groaned and opened my eyes slowly. The light was blinding, but when I adjusted, I saw two people standing over me.

The first person was Eren. He looked concerned, despite the large bruise on his jawline. I wondered what he'd done to get someone to punch his sorry ass.

The second person was Petra. She, on the other hand, looked somewhere between concerned and livid. Her arms were crossed, and... something was different.

"Did you dye your hair?" I asked her, reaching up and flicking one the blonde locks. It felt weird, and I realised it was a wig. I took a look at her clothing and noticed she was dressed as Tinkerbell. That was strange. Was I on a drug trip? Or... no. That's right, it was Halloween. I looked at Eren again, curious to see what he was dressed as. The hat, the whip at his side, it was obvious that he was Indiana Jones. I almost laughed, because I had wanted to be-

I remembered all at once why Eren had gotten himself punched and who had done the damage. The pain in my hand made a lot more sense. I was still in the dark as to why my head hurt, however.

"Before you say anything, I know that I punched him, and I know you're probably angry at punching him or getting myself in the hospital, but I really want to know why my head hurts first," I said, rubbing at my temples.

"You tried to tackle me and you smacked your head on the coffee table. Shattered the glass. We called 911. You have a mild concussion, but you'll be fine," Eren explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

Petra made a little indignant noise. "I told you to take it easy with the alcohol. That was my one rule, and you broke it. You broke it, and you punched someone," she huffed, glaring daggers at me. "You'd better apologise."

I considered telling her to fuck off, but I knew that would only end badly for me. I probably should apologise, anyways. That bruise looked like it would last a few days. "Sorry for punching you, Jaeger. I was drunk and I wasn't thinking straight." I looked back at Petra for approval.

Frowning still, she nodded, accepting it as a valid apology. Eren began to accept it as well, but I cut him off. "It really was your fault, though. I told you I was going as Indiana Jones."

Petra yelled at me so loud the nurses had to escort her out of the room.