As Levi pushed through the big glass doors of the lobby the wind hit him. It had snowed lightly during the day and the street was a dirty, slushy mess. He took a second to pull his coat closed and then frowned.

A stupidly ostentatious Jeep was pulled up very close behind his bike but it was not at the curb, it was on it. The rear end was part way out into the road and the right front tire was up on the sidewalk.

"The fuck?" He looked around for the driver but there was no one to be seen. He glanced into the lobby of the building. One of the elevators was going, heading up. He shrugged.

"Drunk fucker."

Halfway to his apartment, Levi thought of the Jeep again. If someone worked at Eren's building and was running around drunk, what was he doing at his workplace so late? And so drunk he couldn't park his car?

Levi felt a vague sense of unease.

The lift came up just as Eren was trudging back to his office. He turned, brightening. Had Levi changed his mind and come back?

The elevator doors slid open with a ding.

Nile Dok appeared at the opening.

Eren's eager smile vanished.

Nile, gripping the edge of the doorway, swayed slightly. Eren frowned.

Was Nile … drunk?

Sure enough, he had a bottle of whisky clutched in his hand. It was already down by half. He stepped out of the elevator and staggered.

"Nile … maybe you should sit down?"

Nile righted himself with obvious difficulty. "Don't tell me what to do, you … you punk."

Eren didn't know what to do. He waited uneasily. Nile took a huge gulp straight out of the bottle and wiped his lips. He looked around unsteadily. "Where's your janitor? Giving the urinals a good scrub before you fuck?"

Yeager's temper flared. He'd love to just curse Nile out. But he couldn't. He reined in his temper and stayed carefully silent.

"You wait until …" Nile belched loudly, "...until I catch you two rabbits at it. Then I'll get you. I'll get you both!"

Eren's anger boiled up. His fists clenched. "Nothing like that is happening, Nile!"

"Yeah, I've heard that before!" Nile roared suddenly. "That's what Marie said when I asked her if she was fucking her fucking … child of a yoga instructor!"

Eren was confused. Marie? Wasn't that Nile's wife? What did she have to do with—

"Looks just like you, you fucker. He does." Nile took another long draught of whisky and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "About fucking nineteen, he is. Prances around in those tight-ass spandex shorts …" He swayed suddenly and had to grip the receptionist's desk to keep from falling. "He's probably laughing at me behind my back, too."

"Nile, I'm not laughing at you. Didn't I help with the bridal account?"

"Fuck you and the bridal account! You told Dot that you did the work!"

Eren shook his head, hard. "Nile! I didn't, I swear!"

"Then how did he know? He asked me today about it!"

"I … I don't know."

Nile suddenly looked thoughtfully up at the corners of the room where the walls met the ceiling. "You know … there's no cameras on this floor," he murmured.

Eren looked puzzledly up where he was looking. "So?"

A sly, ugly look came over Niles face and he grinned. He wagged a finger at Eren. "No caramas … cameras … means just your word against mine."

"My word …? About what?"

"Fucking the fucking sandwich guy, Eren."

Eren went white as a sheet. "Nile I told you …"

"I'll bet you two have butt-fucked on every surface in here, and that's nasty. And who's to believe you haven't?"

Eren's hands clenched into fists. "Nile, you're making me mad."

Nile barked out a laugh. "So get mad, boy." He pushed himself off of the desk and crossed unsteadily to the elevator. He hit the down button. "Why don't you punch me then? I'll tell everyone Levi did it after I found you both with your trousers down around your ankles."

"Goddammit, Nile!"

The lift doors opened and Nile staggered in. Eren stood frozen. "Why are you doing this?!"

"Nighty-night Eren, my boy. Just shee … see what happens tomorrow!"

The doors closed and Eren leaped forward, pounding on the metal.

"Nile! Nile, you bastard!"

For an awful moment after the elevator had left Eren just paced and grabbed at his hair, thinking. He had to reason with him. He had to stop him. He sprinted for the stairs.

The snow was falling faster as Nile made his unsteady way across the lobby. He was gingerly climbing up into the Jeep when Eren burst out of the building doors. Nile sneered at him through the windscreen, locked all the doors, and took a long drink of his whisky. It took him a couple of tries to start the car and Eren pounded on the passenger side door.

"Nile! Damnit, Nile! You can't do this! Stop! Let's talk about this!"

Eren was dimly aware of an engine noise behind him as Nile put the tall Jeep into drive.

"NILE!"

Nile gave a cheeky little wave and floored it.

For a second the tires spun on the slushy road, then the car lunged forward. There was a sickening crunch.

Eren spun around. There wasn't anything in front of the Jeep, not that Eren could see. Nile couldn't see either and hit the gas again, trying to get over the obstacle. Another crunch and the wail of metal on metal. Eren could hear Nile cursing as he finally put the car in park and swung the door open. He slipped, almost fell, and shuffled to the front of the vehicle.

"Oh, fuck me."

Eren slipped and slid, working his way forward too. When he got there, a horrible noise left his throat, a cross between a moan and a scream.

It was the Shadis's Sandwiches Triumph. And Levi had been on it.