For the first time in her life, Ymir was officially invited to something: a party. Don't get her wrong, she's been to plenty of parties before whether it was a huge social gathering where no one specific was invited or when she actually crashed a few just to piss off people. But to be personally invited was a first for her.
Historia must've known this, although she doesn't recall ever telling her that, because the little kitten took the time to actually handwrite an invitation for her. In beautiful calligraphy, it stated her name and the time and place for a before-school-starts party that was going to be held in their own condo (which Historia's super rich and important dad paid for). Her blue eyes lit up as she informed her that she left a note at the boys and girls dormitories and personally invited some old friends from high school to come to the gathering. She went grocery shopping that day and bought a bunch of food, drinks, and other basic party essentials. She even got a hold of Reiner Braun and Berthold Hoover to come over early and help out with organizing the event.
She couldn't help but to give the goddess a big, sloppy kiss upon her perfect lips.
Now there wasn't a lot of people here (probably because of such short notice) but Ymir still found it enjoyable. College students were either sitting on the long couches drinking punch (Historia tried to avoid serving any alcoholic drinks) or standing around and mingling. Low music hung in the background and was mainly drowned out by other people's conversations. The smell of baked goods and spicy foods lingered in the air. It was nearing 10 PM and the only lights they used were the city view outside their large bay windows and everyone's cell phones.
Ymir also experienced another first that day: she didn't care what others thought; she only cared that she and Historia were having fun. That's all that mattered.
She was leaning against the door to her and Historia's bedroom, conversing with Reiner and Berthold. The blond giant was recalling high school memories and the shy turtle next to him held a red solo cup which he occasionally drank from and nodded along to Reiner's stories.
"Can't believe we're in college, man," Reiner said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Time really has flown by."
"It sure has," Berthold replied. "I feel like college will be faster, though."
"I sure hope so." Ymir pulled down on the grey beanie she wore. "That means studying will be over soon and then I can finally get out of here."
"Classes haven't even started yet."
"I know. Schools in general just piss me off."
Reiner laughed. "I guess that explains all the suspensions you got in high school. How many was it again?"
Ymir grinned mischievously. "A grand total of six. Three for starting fights, two for smoking on school property, and one for dropping a cherry bomb down the girls toilet." They had to cancel school for a week. She was doing everyone a favor; it was exam week so they should've been thanking her.
Reiner snapped his fingers in realization. "Oh yeah, I remember that! You should've told me you were planning to do that. We could've thrown a whole cartful of those things down the drain and explode the entire sewage system." He looked into the crowd of people, mind focused. "We could still do it now."
Ymir snorted. "Like hell you would've done it. Dear old Mommy would get upset if she heard of you hanging around anywhere near me."
His small blue eyes flicked back to her, smirking. "Well, Mom isn't here and I no longer care what she thinks of me anymore." He peeked at the corner of the room and called out in a loud voice, "Isn't that right, Annie?"
The said girl didn't reply. She only continued flipping through her phone and acted as though no one else was in the condo.
Reiner went on with asking Annie questions (to which she didn't answer) and commenting on anything that came into his mind (to which Berthold politely nodded to) while Ymir easily lost her focus and ended up looking around the room, searching for Historia. She finally found her standing by the bay windows, talking excitedly with Sasha Braus and some random girl with black pigtails. Pigtails was adding to the conversation with as much enthusiasm as Historia had, but Sasha simply nodded along while she ate from her own pile of chocolate chip cookies, clearly giving all her attention to her tastebuds.
The all-too-familiar feel of her chest sparking up appeared again for the countless time that night. Ymir always felt a little jealous whenever she found her girlfriend having a great time with someone else, with someone that wasn't her. The feeling was stronger, surprisingly, whenever she was with other guys. Even though Historia had openly admitted that she was a lesbian way back in junior year of high school, Ymir still felt like she had to protect her from the dumb and perverted ways of men.
The freckled girl had started to make her way over to the group of girls, intending to sling her long arm around the short girl, to identify the blondie as hers and hers alone, when the doorbell rang throughout the condo.
Historia whipped her head to the front door and whimpered like a little puppy, apparently disappointed that she would have to end her conversation in order to answer the door. But she noticed Ymir standing a few feet away and shot her a smile. "Ymir, can you answer the door?"
"But I was just heading over to introduce myself to your new friend..." She glanced at her other companion. "...and Sasha's handful of cookies."
At that, the ponytailed girl widened her brown eyes and then narrowed them like daggers, pushing the goodies toward her chest in a protective manner.
"Please? I wanna finish telling Mina my story." Historia then fired one of Ymir's greatest weaknesses: her most loving and gentle smile. "Please?"
Ymir blushed a little but quickly shook it off before anyone else could see. "Ah, fine, you cheater! But you owe me a beer sometime tonight."
"Thank you!" She rapidly turned her head back to her new best friend.
Ymir huffed under her breath and pushed pass all the party-goers before reaching the door. She peeked into the peephole with one of her coconut brown eyes. She spotted four people: one looming over the rest while sporting a stupid undercut, one dude with bright green eyes who wouldn't shut up, another with a blond bob haircut (she couldn't really tell if they were a boy or a girl), and an Asian girl with a long red scarf around her thin neck.
She opened the door halfway.
"Hey." She stared at them with a deadpan look, her signature expression. "You guys here for the party?"
"Yeah," Green Eyed Dude answered. "We saw the note at the boys dormitory."
"You know anyone here?" She asked mainly because if they knew Historia, she wanted at least a background check and any criminal records they might have carried.
The Asian girl spoke up. "Two of my roommates are Sasha Braus and Annie Leonhart. They said they would be here."
A grin curved upon her lips. "Ah, those two. I like to call them Potato Girl and Heartless Bitch. Yeah, come on in." She opened the door all the way now.
The new party-goers entered in; the guy with the undercut seemed to glide in though like he was a ghost. He paused for a moment and then turned to her. "Where's the booze?" he asked. "I'm probably gonna need the whole bottle."
She snorted. "Man, I wish I could help ya. My girlfriend said it was a no-no because she didn't want to be responsible for anyone dying." She nodded in thought. "Smart, but damn I want a drink."
"I hear ya," he mumbled grumpily.
She was about to close the door when she felt something quick and heavy land against it from the other side. "Wait!" came a voice she recognized. She opened the door back up a little and peered outside and groaned out loud.
"Connie! What are you doing here?"
The small boy panted heavily with his palm against the door and looked up at her. "Coming to the party," he managed between breaths. "What else?"
"Dude, you live at a frat house now. I figured you'd be totally satisfied there and would never want to communicate with me ever again."
He narrowed his eyes. "As much as I'd like that, I came because the others are here. You know, my friends since childhood."
"It's friend, Connie. Friend as in singular. Why don't you give Sasha a break every once in awhile?"
"I'm friends with Reiner and Berthold too!"
"I'm gonna go with nah on this one." She went to shut the door but Connie was quick to strike out a foot, nudging it between the threshold and the door. She swung it back open again. "Get lost, Con-man."
Just then, a sly grin etched up on his face. He reached out behind him and showed a gigantic pack of beer. "Will beer let me in?"
She glared at him, over to the pack, and then back to him before snatching out of his hands. "Gimmie that."
"Knew it'd work, you sad alcoholic," Connie sneered as he waltzed into the room and into the crowd of students.
Ymir ripped open the cardboard box and handed a can to the guy next to her, who witnessed everything with an I'm-already-regretting-my-life-choices expression. "Keep quiet about this, Horseface. If you end up drunk, I'mma kick your ass."
"No promises," he muttered back before briskly walking away with his drink.
She smirked as she opened her own can and took a long and refreshing sip from it.
