Men liked her little playfulness, but the gorgeous woman did not.
Floch appeared to be rather impressed, he took this as his invitation to move his hand unnecessarily closer to her butt. To him, her back was like free real estate for his hand, yet they were in public, he wasn't going to publicly feel her up in much more private places.
Eren also noticed where Floch had his hands. Ah, now this was her queue, she hoped this beautiful man was going to seize the opportunity to help an innocent damsel like her out.
"Floch, your hands," Adonis sharply said. His cold stare propelled Floch to jump back like a cat jumping from being washed. He held his hands up and made some unremarkable joke, lighting the mood up for the crowd who chimed in.
Thank you, Adonis, he truly was devoted to how he presented himself. She watched him run a hand through his long hair, part of her wishing she could feel his 12' o clock shadow. Her preference was always a clean-shaven man, but his 12 o'clock shadow prickled against her skin, especially when she pressed against him for a passionate kiss. Her lips making their way over Adonis's face - oh no, less daydreaming more focus.
She mouthed a thank you, making sure he was the only one who saw it. Men love it when you acknowledge their little efforts, even if it's the bare minimum of the barest minimum. Adonis gave her a lopsided grin, then he pointed at bottles of wine laying in an iced bucket.
"Shall we continue?" He inquired. More like commanded, but it was said pleasantly enough to give an illusion of consent.
She nodded meekly. Gotta show him how she will obey him.
He looked content with her 'appropriate' reactions and poured her a stronger liquor. Finally, they were getting to the good stuff, and she was enjoying the moment she inserted herself into. The attention was starting to get to her and a flexing part of her personality came back online. She was too invested to analyze what she was actually doing - giving the alpha competition. She drowned glass after glass, keeping pace with Adonis, leaving the circle of people impressed. She was swimming in her pool of boasted ego, then it all came tumbling down when she noticed Adonis's cruel gaze on her.
Oh no. Her mind jumped into damage control, she started coughing, pretending to heave, dropping some of the glasses piled up on the table as she appeared to stumble. She did hope her performance was convincing, she sneaked a peak of Adonis's mood and he looked indifferent. Almost like a switch, he changed as it dawned on him how she had collapsed and he came to her aid.
His strong arms take hold of her shoulders, that warmed grip making her skin dance. He intensely looked at her, as the circle of people cheered. See, in the end, it only mattered that she lost and the Alpha held his place of dominance. She would have been screwed if she had actually beaten him, his kind would have taken an interest in her. Usually, that type of interest ended badly for the receiving end. She only wanted to leech off his popularity, and maybe fuck him. But nothing deeper than that.
"Can you stand up?" His voice was smooth as silk. He was so close that she had to stop her hands from clawing his face. she swallowed, looked up at him and gave him a faint smile.
"Yeah, a little wobbly," she mumbled, trying to sound like she was getting drunk.
He helped her stand up, his firm grip never leaving her and she was going to melt under this radiance. The gorgeous woman was not impressed. She cleared her throat, making Adonis - she meant Eren - pulled back, he slowly withdrew his hand and her skin missed the grasp.
"Let me help you back, it's getting late as it is." He said coolly.
You know how she said the only two things she wanted were leaching of his popularity and sex; she didn't think the latter would have been that easy. If she knew she was this good, she'd have betted $100 on her homegrown skills. But, alas, it was not to be, the gorgeous woman stepped between us.
"Babe." The blonde woman looked at him with a pout, rubbing her hand over his broad chest.
He didn't like the intervention. He roughly pushed her off and stared at her with cold, dead eyes. It appeared as if she, for a split moment, forgot her position in this rigid power dynamic. Someone was going to pay a price at some point.
"Help me." She pretended to stumble into the gorgeous woman's arms, making sure she had no reason to decline. Imagine leaving a young fellow drunk woman, defenselessly as it was getting late. Hopefully, her little stunt broke apart whatever these two were going into, yet she made sure to take a good look at Adonis before the gorgeous woman dragged her across the pavement.
When they were away from anyone's earshot, the serenity of the night was settling in. Forlorn were any sounds that followed.
"I don't owe you," the blonde woman sharply said.
Frankly, she expected to be thrown on the sidewalk but the gorgeous woman seemed to be kinder than she let on.
"I could never cash in my saviour," Mikasa mused, elevating some of her weight from the blonde woman's shoulder. It started to hurt her back considering how much she had to bend to reach the woman's height.
"Talkative, are we? What happened to the drunk whose Louboutins were failing her?" The blonde retorted.
"We all can't have Vivers, can we?" She chuckled, however, she had to admit those heels were to die for. Clearly, the gorgeous blonde was loaded and she wasn't above showing it off.
"Hardly, the matter here, love." Those deep blue eyes scrutinized every inch of Mikasa's face. "You're sober."
Caught red-handed. "I am as sober as you are my saviour," she played it off but the gig was over. Relieving them both from the misery of unproportioned bodies, Mikasa straightened up and the blonde stretched her numb arms.
"Still you stink of a freshman and I don't want you getting lost," she half-heartedly uttered, staring at her manicured nails. "Your room, which building?"
See, when you're high in the hierarchy there is a limit to your empathy. The blonde needed to mask it behind a sense of duty because any kindness could be taken advantage of.
"Inviting yourself over?" Mikasa arched her eyebrow.
To her surprise, the blonde's laugh filled the empty pathway. "Flatter yourself, you're my type but I am a woman of my words: I intend only to see you get back safely."
Interesting turn of events. Oh dear, there truly was more than what met the eyes.
"Rejection comes hard, I could never live this down." Mikasa dramatically touched her hand to her forehead and pretended to faint as a Victorian woman converted in corsets.
The blonde snorted and her nails dug into Mikasa's arm. "Let's go." The lamp light caused a soft hue on her delicate face, golden hair illuminated in places. "Direction?"
Mikasa considered it for a moment. "The old rundown one with chipped paint should be left - "
"Old Bundy, that's what we call it. Lots of weed there if you ask the right ones," the blonde went on a tangent, lost in thought. "Sasha, my old roomie would take us there banging on Tardy Tim's door and - " she looked up at Mikasa and remembered she was still here. "Anyways, let's go."
That was eventful, revealing a soft spot to a complete unknown. She simply plastered a smile over her face and acted like she hadn't paid any attention. Except she did and the name Sasha was locked in the safe containing possible vulnerabilities.
They headed down the pavement.
The blonde seemed preoccupied with her phone, slight clicks filled the dead of the night and the screen tinted her pale face. Mikasa, on the other hand, couldn't help but wonder why this didn't play out as it usually did. The usual blondes would, bless Hanna's soul, defend their boyfriend's honour and wave off anyone interested in them. Well, there was no point in dwelling on it when the answers were right next to her.
"I expected to be reprimanded," Mikasa edged her voice enough to play it as a joke.
The gorgeous blonde stopped short and looked up, her blue eyes showed unparalleled detachment. "I don't give a fuck about what he fucks."
"Then why are you here?" There was bluntness in her tone.
Now, this woman was presenting complicity that Mikasa hadn't anticipated. This was getting dangerous, as nothing was more lethal than a beautiful blonde on top of the food chain who knew what she was doing. She would've preferred a jealous neglected girlfriend than a woman who could read her like Shakespeare's without the SparkNotes.
"Helping an idiot out," the blonde huffed. "You're still new and have no idea where that could have gone." There was enough concern filling those blue gems.
Surprising, but not unexpected. "My knight in shining armour," Mikasa tittered. Her assessment of Adonis was getting validated by someone who knew the game.
"Hardly." The blonde waved her off. "I just think it's better to help the girl out who knew to act drunk when she almost dethroned the Drinking King." Ice laced every word she pronounced and her unfiltered gazed focus on Mikasa - who returned it.
They stood locked in their stance with the only sound between them was the soft breeze.
Then they broke into laughter.
Her mind was recontextualizing everything and a new thrill filled her. Questions sprung in her mind like tulips in spring, especially relating to the woman's relation to the Adonis. If what she said had a hint of truth to it, then Mikasa was getting rusty. Or this gorgeous blonde couldn't be fooled by basic party tricks. Ah, it was exciting.
"Is the poshness an accessory or you're from overseas?" She ended up asking the most non - threatening thing. It was always advisable to learn about those who could prove to be an obstacle.
"My father's family, been spending too much time with them," the blonde explained, dragging her loose strands behind her ear.
She caught the disdain in the blonde's voice and wondered what sort of father this man was. "What about your mot - "
"Chatty, aren't we?" The blonde offered a bright smile in place of answers.
Mikasa duly returned it. "Only small talk, wouldn't want to bore my white knight."
"She is already bored," the blonde tilted her head. "So take her to your dorm and offer some champagne, maybe then she won't be."
Calculated move. To learn her room for future purposes, the blonde knew she had slipped up one too many times and learning Mikasa's room number was the least she could do. Calculated, but sloppy. Perhaps the gorgeous blonde was a little tipsy. Nothing was better than a tipsy hierarchy constructor who still hadn't evaluated Mikasa's threat level. Loose lips, oh dear, more wine.
Mikasa interlocked their arms and bent to her side. "Your demand is my command."
Several faces looked up their way when the popular woman was shouldered by a new face. The building where she lodged was quietened, the wind filled the corridors and only souls with earphones loitered around. The blinking lights couldn't offer many sights, especially with every door looking the same. Ultimately, they stumbled upon the right door and a knock was administered.
Cans could be heard being shoved around and the two girls gave each other a side glance.
The door was left ajar, with a single brown eye studying them. "You're back early."
Mikasa shrugged while the gorgeous blonde remained silent by her side. Careful, a new word she had attached to the blondes type. The kind who evaluated the situation before opening her mouth.
The door opened and the woman blocking it had stepped aside.
"It's day one and you already brought someone back with you," Ymir's snide remark left much to be desired when it came to addressing her innocence.
Ymir was wearing glasses now, which hung unnaturally low on her nose bridge. Lovely Mina, beautiful Mina always messed up like this when she wore spectacles to impress her dates. The smart ones, she often said, liked those who looked smart but had nothing but dried husk up there.
"I was already rejected," Mikasa dabbed around her eyes like she had the worst sob of her life.
The blonde held back her giggle. "Cross my mi heart, it was a hard decision."
Ymir looked between the two and understood whatever actually had occurred was never going to be said. "Any introductions, Mikasa?" She folded her arms and sat down on her bed.
"This is Gor -'' Mikasa was this close to saying gorgeous blonde out loud. It finally occurred to her that they hadn't even exchanged names and their rapport was strong enough to represent old acquaintances. She peered down at the blonde, who returned the expression.
It was an easy question: what's your name? Ah, how much her mind wanted to conclude when the blonde took an interval to reveal such common information. The wait offered meaning, meaning that could come in handy later.
"Historia," the blonde finally spoke.
Historia. It almost rolled off the tongue like chocolate on a sunny day.
Ymir planted her hands on the bed and leaned back, the movement almost caused the bed's wood to squeak.
"Nice, fancy name. I am Ym - "
There came a can of beer rolling from under the bed. All three eyes watched it clatter and stop next to Historia's stilettos. The eyes followed the trail back to Ymir who looked embarrassed like a thief who called the police on accident.
"You got more of that?" Historia snorted.
Ymir couldn't utter a single word where she had shredded every bit of her appearance. A single nod was manageable when the awkwardness made home.
"Please say yes, I am too broke for the lady's champagne wishes," Mikasa joined in the fun.
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Author's note: You should thank Mikasa for the meet-cute between Ymir and Historia. xD There is one other thing I don't like are two female characters fighting over a guy; queue legally blood where Vivian and Elle were better off as friends than fighting over a guy. That is essentially the energy this chapter channels but at the same time, both are too bitchy to be vulnerable. . Writing the dialogue was the most fun part of this chapter, hope it comes across as fun as I had writing it. .
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