A few days after his visit to the cemetery, Jean heard a loud, sharp pounding on the door of his apartment; he had lived in this apartment with Marco before he had passed away. He sighed and pushed himself up and out of the couch, where he was previously lounging upon, as he stumbled to the door, his foot kicked an empty beer bottle, sending it rolling quickly towards the wall. Jean yanked the door open and stared at his visitor with hazy eyes. After taking a few moments to recognize the grumpy face that was staring at him intently, he frowned and muttered "wha' do you want, Eren…" his words had slurred as an effect of consuming a large amount of alcohol by himself. Eren glared at the obviously intoxicated man "You've drunk yourself stupid again, horseface…" he stated bluntly, not bothering to answer Jean's question, nor bothering to wait for an invitation inside the apartment as he stepped inside. The brunette man's green gaze darted around the messy apartment; it was a disaster, to put it lightly. Dirty clothing and food wrappers rested upon every visible surface, empty beer bottles and cans were strewn across the floor. The stench of it all would have made a person who barely had a sense of smell want to turn their head away and vomit. Jean grunted irritatedly and scowled at the other " I said… What are you doing here, Eren?!" he repeated, his voice a low growl. Eren turned to look at the other. "Levi asked me to check on you today… You've been turning up at work late, when you come at all, and you do a completely shitty job when you do work." Jean looked down and took a moment to process what was just said through his mind. "Yeah, dumbass, you're most likely going to get fired." Eren stated, looking somewhat smug. Jean suddenly lunged at Eren, curling his fingers into a tight fist as he punched Eren across his face. Eren cried out in shock and pain, not expecting the sudden blow to his face, he gritted his teeth and pushed Jean to the ground and kicked him hard in the stomach. "What the hell was that for?!" He yelled at him as he continued to kick the sandy-haired male. He stole another glance at him and noticed that the horse-faced male had passed out, from the alcohol or from his blows, Eren didn't know, he turned to leave the scene. He swiftly pulled the door closed behind him as he left the apartment, he sighed as the chilly November wind ruffled his hair as he walked to his car and drove away from the apartments, muttering profanities about a horse-faced bastard and tenderly touching his bruising cheek for the long drive home.
