J- Jealousy
Ymir was perfectly aware that she was being ridiculous, thank you very much. There was no way that Sasha going out with Christa every other night was making Ymir jealous. Ymir never got jealous. Ever. In fact, to prove that she wasn't jealous, Ymir had made plans with Annie. It would probably just involve drinking and watching the Titans play against the Legion (or something, she didn't watch much American Football anymore) since those were the only two things they both enjoyed. Besides, Annie and Mikasa lived together so when Mikasa got back it was an excuse for Ymir to bail out earlier than usual. Christa wore her furry beige jacket that Ymir liked seeing her in. Why was she wearing that for Sasha? It didn't matter. Ymir wasn't jealous. Christa got out of the car and waved goodbye to Ymir who smiled and mock saluted in return. Then Ymir drove off, leaving Christa to her effeminate night out.
When Ymir pulled up outside Annie's house, she checked her phone.
Christa: Enjoy ur night out dont get too jealous! xx
The poorly written text message made Ymir sigh.
Ymir: Are you drunk already? I don't get jealous.
The lack of reply inferred that Christa was probably drunk already. Ymir would have to catch up quickly. She wandered slowly up the four flights of stairs to Annie's apartment. Well, technically Mikasa's apartment since she paid all the bills for it. Annie paid for everything else they needed. Ymir knocked twice on the door. A few seconds later she heard chains from the inside and eventually the door opened.
"Come in." Annie ordered, trying to not be as aggressive as she usually was. Ymir obeyed and put the crate of beer on the table. "I thought you were driving?"
"No I intend to get shitfaced tonight. The taxi money is right here." Ymir handed £6 to Annie. She then strutted over to the crate and grabbed her first can on the night. "Don't worry, I parked in an overnight parking zone. Calm the fuck down." Ymir could sense Annie's irritation already. It was going to be a long night. Ymir not-so-subtly pulled out her phone. One new message.
Christa: Ur sooooo jealous xxx
Ymir sighed again.
Ymir: Your spelling is giving me a headache. You must be having fun if you've forgotten English.
Christa: Jealous bitch xx
Ymir subconsciously enjoyed the amount of x's being sent to her. She'd never admit that but it was as if Christa knew anyway. Sasha must have been enjoying her company by now. They were probably making bets on when they would all go through breakups. Connie and Sasha would break up first. They always reached this conclusion. Ymir knew this from the times she'd been at their weekly meetings in the background drinking vodka slammers. That particular meeting had to be disrupted when Ymir puked up everywhere. She remembered it fondly. She also remembered the sex afterwards. Or was that a dream? Ymir couldn't tell anymore. Anyway, at some point Annie had turned the TV on and brought a small freezer on wheels over to the living area and put it between the sofa and Ymir's chair. It had all thr beers in it. Ymir downed her second beer in about three seconds. She'd need it. Images of Christa and Sasha doing very inappropriate things started to appear in her head and she began to drink at a more intense pace. It was going to be a long night indeed.