Once dinner time came around Christina pulled me over to her bed where clothes were laying in a big pile. "What is wrong with what you are wearing?" I asked her. She had on tight black pants and a red shirt that showed her midriff, a little fancy for dinner in my opinion but around Dauntless she would fit right in. "There is nothing wrong with what I am wearing," she replied, emphasizing her eyes on me.

"No way, I am not wearing your clothes." Once I realize she wanted me to change into something flashier.

"Tris come on, you are Dauntless now, get out of your training clothes just for one night," she begged. I looked down at my black training pants and long sleeved shirt. "At lease wear something people can see your new tattoo." I looked at her begrudgingly. "I bet Four will like that you have the Dauntless flames now like he does…"

"Fine! But just to shut you up," I laughed. I didn't want her getting any ideas about me and Four. I grabbed a clingy black tank top off her bed that was shiny under the light and went to change.

"These too!" I caught a small handful of black fabric and realized they were shorts. I had never worn shorts in my life, let alone shorts that were so tiny. "Live a little Tris," Christina said before flashing a huge grin at me. I took the shorts without an argument and changed so we could go already.

I felt exposed walking towards the mess hall; it felt like everyone was staring at me though I knew I hardly stood out. A lot of the initiates were dressed in normal clothes; it appeared everyone was excited for our night off. We found Will, Al, Keke, and Erin at a table and joined them.

"Wow Tris, are you sure you are from Abnegation? Those are some nice legs you got there," Erin said as I sat next to him. I could feel the burning flush in my cheeks, and chose not to respond as I did not want to embarrass myself further. I looked around for Four but didn't see him, and decided I would look for him after I ate.

"So what is the plan for tonight?" Keke asked. She and Erin had become good friends of ours, most of the Dauntless born initiates were friendly but Keke and Erin seemed to like sitting with us the most as they always found our group when there was free time.

"We are headed down to the pit to drink after we finish eating," Christina piped up, excitedly.

"Oh perfect! That is exactly what I need to forget about how sore all my muscles are," Erin said.

"We can dance too!" Keke added.

"Dance?" Al asked, not sounding very enthusiastic about the idea. I couldn't see this big fluffy man out on a dance floor with any kind of rhythm, the idea of it made me laugh slightly.

"Don't worry I can show you how," Keke said, winking at him. This time Al was the one who had burning cheeks. And just like that everyone was up and we were headed for the pit. I was starting to get excited about the prospect of trying alcohol; the Dauntless energy was hard not to get caught up in, especially down in the pit. We walked up to the bar and it was clear to me that none of the transfer initiates had ever ordered a drink before, as we all froze when asked what we wanted to drink.

"Give us a round of fireball," Keke exclaimed. I did not like the sounds of that.

"What is fireball?" Will asked.

"It taste like cinnamon, you will like it trust me," she assured us. We all took the glasses in our hands and looked at each other expectedly.

"Here is what you do," Erin started, seeing all of our apprehension. "Tap the glasses together, tap the table and then shoot it back." He all nodded in understanding. "Cheers to good friends living large in Dauntless," he added. We all raised our glasses to cheers, tapped them down on the wooden bar and then shot it back.

The burning sensation was unbelieve, it did taste like cinnamon but acid cinnamon, I tried my best not to cough but failed Al and Will handled it better than me but Christina seemed to struggle the most. Once we had regained our composure and Keke and Erin had stopped laughing at us we all agreed we would try another shot as long as it wasn't fireball.

"How about a lemon drop?"

"It has lemon juice and vodka in it," Erin explained.

"I do like lemons," I said, it sounded a lot less aggressive than fireball that is for sure. We all got our second shots and tried for the second round. I was prepared for the burn this time and the taste was much better, I was able to keep from coughing and by the looks on everyone's faces they all had the same feeling about the shot that I did.

"I like that one a lot better," Christina voiced.

"How many are we supposed to drink?" Al asked.

Keke and Erin just laughed, "We can get a mixed drink and walk around you are all going to be light weights since this is your first time." Erin handed me a drink and explained it was a long island, I took a small taste and it actually tasted good, no burning at all, he did warn me to drink it slow though. Once everyone got their drinks we headed to the dance floor. In the short time I started to feel myself getting lighter on my feet, I knew it was the alcohol but it felt good, my muscles hurt less and it was a freeing experience, my worries were fading and dancing almost seemed like a good idea.

Christina grabbed Will and joined a bunch of Dauntless members out on the floor. Keke dragged Al along with her and placed his hands on her hips and more or less just dance in front of him which he didn't seem to mind in the slightest. "What do you say Tris?" Erin asked looking at me. I looked around the dance floor and had mixed emotions. Some people were just bouncing around looking like a good time but others were dancing much closer together and it made me very uncomfortable to even watch.

"Maybe next time," I finally decided.

"Okay stiff." I knew Erin meant it as a joke but it felt a little harsh to me, as he walked over to Keke and twirled her away from Al. I watched for a while drinking my long island before remembering I was supposed to find Four after dinner. I looked for a clock and saw it was 11:30. When I went to take a step I found my legs to be a little wobbly and my balance was off, it made me laugh as I stumbled towards Erin.

"Hey!" I yelled. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him.

"Hey, how you feeling? Looking a little drunk," He replied. Normally I would have been very uncomfortable with him having his hands on me but it didn't seem to bother me tonight in my hazed mind.

"Where do you think Four is?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"Probably in bed," Erin replied.

"Do you know where his apartment is?" I asked.

Erin shook his head with a huge smile across it "you think it is a good idea to wake him up?" he asked.

"I was supposed to talk to him after dinner, it is really important." I couldn't remember exactly what we were supposed to talk about but I knew I needed to see him.

"He lives on the 7th floor, apartment 1010. Do you want me to go with you?" Erin offered.

"No that's okay I can find it. Tell Christina I went back." I glanced over at her and saw her and Will kissing, I flushed and looked away immediately. "Never mind she looks busy," I added.

"Tris be careful, you are drunk okay?" Erin said.

"No, I am fine! I feel great," I assured him, before walking away. My balance was really struggling, I found myself hugging the wall for support to keep myself up straight. I found the staircase that led to the apartments and started climbing, my breath escaped me quickly, normally I would have no problem running flights of stairs but tonight they seemed to best me.

Once I made it to the 7th floor I began to look for 1010, I read each apartment number with focused thought, I did not want to miss it and the numbers were very blurry. Once I found the numbers 1010 in black bold paint on the outside of the door I knocked three forceful times.

It was then I became nervous, I could not remember what I was supposed to be doing here, what Four would think having me outside his door at such a late hour, I became very self-aware of my shorts and clingy shirt and felt my face becoming hot. Even feeling all these emotions I couldn't stop myself from banging 3 more times. It took me by surprise when the door next to Four's opened, apartment 1011.

"Who the hell is fuck is making all that noise."

Out walked Eric, I felt myself become very small and freeze, when Eric saw me I could see the frustration in his face. "What do you think you are doing here stiff?" He walked out of his doorway now and over to me. What I wasn't expecting was him to be only in his boxers, I had seen other initiate boys in their underwear when changing in our dormitory but none of them looked like Eric. He was so much bigger in stature as well as muscle mass. I could count the deep lines in is chest, see the solid muscles that covered his arms. He was impressive to look at, I could also see the sleepy look in his eyes and his messed up bedhead.

"I asked you a question," he said, once I didn't respond.

"I came to talk to Four," I mumbled.

"You are not allowed up on the leaders flat, nor should you be at such a late hour," it was then he paused to look at me. And I noticed he grinned slightly but I couldn't come up with a reason why. "Are you drunk?" he asked, taking a step closer to me, I stepped back bumping into the wall.

"Some of us had a few shots," I admitted. I felt courage growing inside of me liquid courage maybe but courage nonetheless. "We are allowed to drink." I stated.

"You are not allowed to be up here and you are not allowed to talk back to a leader of this faction." He stepped closer to me forcing my back tight against the wall. I placed both my palms on his chest and pushed back slightly. I felt a small spark inside me when I touched him; I had never had such close intimate contact with any man.

"I am not scared of you."

He batted my hands down from his chest and pushed my shoulders against the wall with is hands. He leaned in close and for a second I though he was going to bite me but he just whispered. "You should be." He jolted me back against the wall hard enough for me to lose my balance, but that could have been due to my liquor legs.

When I looked up at his something caught my attention, it made me forget that he had just pushed me. "Your tattoo," I said. Eric looked at me and then at the flames surrounding his arm.

"What about it?" he asked, seemingly annoyed I had pointed it out.

I tried to push myself off the ground but found trouble getting up. I looked at Eric and he rolled his eyes before lifting me to my feet. Without really thinking I put my hands on Eric's arm tracing the white flames. I had never seen a white tattoo and as I traced the flames I could see they were there as a cover, it was really difficult to see but I could feel it under my fingertips no problem. The while flames had been tattooed over a scar, the white ink covered it well, I am not sure how I noticed it at all, even more shocking to me was we both had Dauntless flames around our arms, his was higher up closer to his shoulder which explains why I may not have seen it before.

"There is a scar here," I said, mindlessly tracing the pattern now, I finally looked up to meet his gaze glaring down at me.

"What makes you think you can put your hands on me Tris?" he asked, it was then I realized I had done it twice now, last time he pushed me off.

"Why would you cover a scar? I thought Dauntless were supposed to be proud of our scars, celebrated for them?"

He took both my wrists into one of his hands and put them over my head, leaning in till he was just an inch away from my face. "Put your hands on me again, or talk about tonight to any of your initiate friends and we are going to have a problem. Do you understand stiff?" The threat was very clear but I didn't feel nervous for some reason.

"I wasn't going to tell anyone," I responded.

He dropped my arms and banged on Four's door so loud it made me jump. He gripped my right bicep in his hand; it was so massive he had no problem getting his entire hand around my arm. He traced some of the black Dauntless flames with his thumb, before releasing me.

"Sit down," he ordered, before applying pressure to help me find the ground.

"What is going on?" I looked up to see Four's apartment door open and him looking down at me.

"Your initiate is on the leaders flat, drunk off her ass is what is going on." Eric said. I began to feel very dizzy. "I suggest you take care of her before I do." With that Eric walked inside his apartment. Four bent down so we were eye level.

"Can you stand?" he asked.

I placed both hands firmly on the ground in an attempt to pick myself up but was unable to get off the ground. I shook my head in defeat. Four put both arms under my legs and hoisted me off the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself. He walked me into his apartment and straight back to the bedroom, placing me softly on the comforter.

"Why did you come here, like this?" Four asked, he didn't seem mad just confused.

"I don't remember," I admitted.

"You wanted to talk about what you said after knife throwing."

I thought back to knife throwing but it was all blurry, all I could remember was Eric telling me I needed Four around to help me. "Oh no!"

"What is wrong?" Four asked, examining me.

"Eric thinks I am weak, he thinks I need you to protect me. I am dauntless, I can protect myself," I said.

"Tris no one thinks you are weak, I am going to get you through initiation, once the physical tests are over you will exceed in the mental parts," he assured me.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I have been watching you Tris, fear doesn't shut you down it wakes you up. You are braver than most the Dauntless members in this compound, you will make it through initiation."

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?"

I realized the question didn't make sense but I wasn't sure how to ask him, "why have you been watching me?"

He immediately straightened up and looked down on me with disappointment. "It is my job to watch all the initiates, and by your state it seems I have been lacking." He was clearly referencing to my drunken status. "Get some sleep."

"What about you?" I asked.

"Tris you are going to have to make more sense, what about me what?" I could tell he was annoyed and I could hear the slurred words coming out of my mouth, but had no way of fixing them.

"Where are you going to sleep?"

"On the couch."

"Why don't you take me back to the dormitory?" I asked. I attempted to stand but just ended up on the floor, the world spinning around me. I no longer liked the idea of alcohol and it made me wonder how everyone else was feeling.

Four bent down to look at me, "What do you think people would say about you, if I dropped you and your tight shorts off at 1 in the morning sloppy drunk?" he asked.

I tried to think it through but was not getting very far. He huffed after a moment of silence when he realized I had no answer. He picked me up and placed me back on the bed. This time I used what little strength I had to keep a grip around his arm. "Don't sleep on the couch," I muttered, and then everything went black.

A/N Hi! Starting to get things rolling here, let me know what you think!