(Hey-oooo! I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin, and thanks to everyone for favoriting, leaving reviews, ect. I appreciate it greatly. Here we go. ouo)
Playing games with Armin for hours had not been very fulfilling for Jean.
Partially because he'd lost every single one, and the other reason being that the mere thought of Shorty McShortstuff was with Eren.
Though, he would never call the Corporal that in front of his face. If he had, the Corporal would probably personally feed him to a titan.
Dealing with many conflicting emotions was not something Jean needed. First he thinks he hates Eren, but then admires her for her will to fight as long as she had a chance, and now it's a different kind of admiration and he. Cannot. Deal.
He sighed. "Armin."
Armin, who'd been telling someone about the sea he'd dreamed about visiting, turned his head and focused his attention on Jean. "What is it, Jean?"
"I wonder what it's like to drink alcohol." He muttered, a solemn expression on his face and a gleam in his eye screaming mischief.
And instantly, Armin knew Jean was going to do something terribly stupid and rash.
Eren walked through the halls, looking as if she was daydreaming and was wandering aimlessly.
That was partially the case.
She was pulled from her reverie when she caught the slightest sound of giggling.
And the brunette would've thought someone was laughing at a joke if not for the screaming, shouting, and laughing ensuing simultaneously.
Raising an eyebrow in curiosity and slight confusion, she followed the sounds.
It wasn't too long of a walk before she'd found herself standing in front of a door.
With hesitance, she slowly turned the handle.
And noted three things.
One: This is where all the soldiers appeared to rest.
Two: Wine bottles littered the floor.
Three: The soldier's faces looked flushed.
Eren stood, dumbstruck as the realization crossed her mind that everyone was drunk.
Her first reaction to it all after finally catching an idea of what happened was to pinch the bridge of her nose, something the Corporal did from time to time when he was a little tired, or getting a headache.
A drunken soldier, who's name she couldn't process at the time, stumbled over to her and collapsed on top of her.
With a cry, she went down as the other fell asleep. The brunette held her arms up to keep him off of her stomach. With a grunt, heaved the soldier off of her.
Eren dusted off her hands, and caught sight of Jean. He looked pretty out of it as well.
She had a feeling he had something to do with this, considering most of the bottles were centered around him. Some unopened, even.
The titan-shifter stormed over to him. "Jean, what's going on? Where did you get these?"
Jean looked over to Eren, dazed, before he started to tear up. He grabbed her arm, and she, for the second time that night, cocked an eyebrow in question.
"Why are you crying? Did you hurt yourself or something?" She asked, and Jean hiccuped.
"Errreeeennn..." He spoke, saying her name in a slur. She attempted to brush his arm off, and he merely used it to pull her closer. He pulled her into a bear hug, sobbing uncontrollably, like a child.
Eren found this weird, considering Jean never really cried, and was the kind of guy who was afraid of looking weak. Or so, in her opinion.
(Jean is respectible in some ways, though, and she'll admit that.)
The brunette grimaced, feeling slightly uncomfortable and confused. "Uh... Jean?"
Jean sniffled, and started to speak. "It'sh n-not, uh, not faiirrr..." He trailed off, as if he were falling asleep.
"What's not fair, Jean?" She asked, softly.
"Yer sho pretty aaan' yer with -hic!- Coperal.. Corpal... Carpal SHORTY! An' I, I..." He went silent, and Eren realized he'd fallen asleep on her, snores emanating from him. She sighed, and laid him down on the bed he was on, moving the wine bottles out of the way.
Eren sighed, and caught a blond head of hair out of the corner of her eye.
"Armin?" Said boy turned to her, looking greatly upset, and had badly-applied make up slathered on his face.
Armin rushed over to her, hiding behind her as a few drunken females (Sasha, a grinning Ymir, and Hanji) ((She wanted to get in on the fun)) hobbled over to Eren with random and messy tools for make up.
Eren frowned. "You know, I wonder would would happen if the Corporal found out about this.
Even though everyone had been in a drunken stupor, the room went deathly silent.
It was nice to know that even when drunken, the soldiers knew when enough was enough.
"The Corporal probably heard you guys, too. If you clean up quickly, it shouldn't be a problem."
And with that, Eren sprinted out of the room, Armin in tow. She shut the door, hearing the many footsteps of people stumbling around, trying to get things done while drunk, and falling over each other.
"Thanks, Eren..." Armin spoke, wiping his face down with a handkerchief.
"No problem. What happened?" She dared to ask.
"Well, Jean said he had an idea after asking what it was like to drink alcohol..."
~FLASHBACK~
"Jean, this is a terrible idea!" Armin stated, trying to convice Jean to stop what he was doing.
"Come on, Armin, it's just once." Connie tried to reason, whispering as Sasha tried to run from the chef, bread in hand for a diversion.
All the while Jean grabbed some wine from the wine cellar and high-tailed it out of there, Connie and Armin in tow.
~BACK~
"Oh. And this was JEAN'S idea?" Eren asked incredulously.
Armin nodded quickly. "I was surprised, too. He's usually the kind of guy who likes to follow the rules."
Eren looked thoughtful for a second, before speaking again. "Was he upset about something, maybe?" She'd questioned, thinking back to his frantic motions and how sad he seemed.
Armin looked surprised. "Uh, well, Eren... has it ever occurred to you that Jean likes you?"
The brunette went silent with shock.
The other went on, rubbing salt in the wounds unintentionally by saying, "It was pretty obvious."
The titan shifter finally frowned. "Uh, I... uh?" She stuttered, intelligently.
"Sorry. I feel like I dropped a bomb on you with that." Armin spoke softly, fiddling with his fingers.
Eren shook her head, chestnut hair swaying with her movements. "No, it's not your fault. I should have noticed earlier. But why was he upset?"
"Well, he didn't know you were... in a relationship with the Corporal."
".. So he just found out, then?" Eren said, thought, a light pink dusted her tanned cheeks.
"Mhm. He seemed pretty upset." Armin looked at the floor, worry obvious on his face.
Eren sighed, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. This mess is basically one I've made, so I intend to clean it up."
The blond looked a bit surprised for a moment, before giving her a small smile. "Okay."
"Of course, tomorrow. I think I should talk to him when he's more... comprehensible. Until then, good night, Armin. Oh, and one more thing." Eren stopped.
"What is it, Eren?"
"You have a bit of lipstick right here." She pointed at her own face to show him where it was on his own.
She walked off to the Corporal's office to ask him to lock up the dungeon once she was down there, leaving Armin frantically scrubbing at his face to get the rest of the make up off.
(Oh man.)
(I NEED TO ADD MIKASA SOON HOO BOY.)