D- Drunk

"Another one, bartender." Ymir's deep, husky voice demanded sloppily. Annie seemed to be staring at her from the other side of the dark, musty bar. Good. Let her stare. Historia had lied to her, betrayed her. She'd had Ymir arrested. It's probably safe to say that Ymir had been drinking for about 4 hours consecutively working at about three pints an hour. Simply put, she was wasted. Pissed. Hammered. Off her face. Yet since she had brought her newest credit card with her, the drinks just kept on coming. The bartenders switched every two hours so nobody had approached her, demanding for the girl to leave yet. Before Ymir could say 'I'd kill for a nap right now' a sharp tap on her shoulder brought her back into the moment.

"Ymir. Are you okay?"

"Well yeah. Apart from the headache, the heartache and the backache I'm just fine." Ymir slurred her words to the point at which they were barely audible to Annie's ears. Annie's gaze shifted from one of the slightest concern to one of anger.

"Where the hell is Christa? She's supposed to have stopped you from relapsing!"

"Historia is off fucking playing Princesses or some shit. I dunno. I don't have to give a shit anymore so I'm not."

"Ymir you are a recovering alcoholic you shouldn't be here. What do you mean she's playing Princesses?" Annie slows down her words, in case Ymir somehow forgot how to speak English.

"She got a call from her daddy and now she's gone ZOOM back to wherever the fuck it was he lives. Fuckin' bitches." Ymir's beer arrived and the brunette took a swift gulp, downing almost half of the glass in one. Annie, starting to get frustrated, grabbed the glass and threw it into the ground. This caused a great smash that turned all heads in her direction.

"Can someone please call a taxi? Book it in the name of Leonhardt." Annie turned her head back to the almost passed-out Ymir. "Do you still have Chris-Historia's number?" Ymir replied by simply handing Annie her mobile. It had no passcode and Annie found Christa's contact easily, since it was one of five contacts on her phone. She hit the call button and held the phone close to her ear.

"The fuck you doin'?" Ymir's speech was becoming just plain lazy at this point. Annie ignored her until eventually someone picked up on the other end of the phone.

"Ymir? Oh thank God. Where are you? Look I-"

"Historia it's Annie."

"Annie? What happened?"

"I found your girlfriend here at this bar downtown drinking like four pints an hour or some shit. Where the fuck are you? You said you would help her since you were the only one she accepted the fucking help from."

"I had to leave on business and Ymir stormed out and I've been looking all over and I'm really sorry and-"

"Shut the fuck up. Look, the damage is done and she's gonna need rehab again because of this. Where are you and where can I send a taxi to?"

"I'm back in America."

"Fuck. So you've just left her? Is that it?" Annie had no clue why she was defending Ymir so strongly of all people.

"Just send a cab to our apartment, alright? I'll... I'll come right back again as soon as Dad's better." Annie felt a pang of guilt. So Christa was off with her Dad in possibly his last moments and Ymir was here drinking away the agony of being away from Christa. Instead of making a fuss of it -as most people would- Annie was used to crazy shit like this from these two. She simply texted Eren telling him that she'd be late home tonight and helped Ymir back into the taxi, telling him her address and paying for the ride.