Modern AU


The music was loud, the lights were too bright and the drinks were disgusting. This was not Sasha's idea of a good time. Worst of all, their 'Girls' Night Out' had been interrupted when Mikasa received a call from a very distressed Eren, talking about some group project or other. After that, Historia and Ymir left together, leaving Sasha alone with Annie until their rides home arrived. Not that Sasha didn't like Annie, but she wasn't the liveliest clubbing companion. So, when Annie excused herself to go to the bathroom, Sasha couldn't find it in herself to offer to go with. That would only end up in even more forced conversation and tense silences. That could only worsen a night that was already ruined.

But not going with ended up badly for her anyway.

Backed up against the bar, Sasha tried desperately to find a way out of the strange man's grasp. His breath, bitter with the smell of alcohol, warmed her face and made her dizzy. His raspy voice sent shivers down her spine. He was using his body to keep her in place while he spewed nasty pickup line after nasty pickup line, and Sasha couldn't find the right opportunity to ask him to kindly sod off.

She made to move, saying that her friend "got totally wasted and is probably in need of immediate help", but the man sat her back down with a heavy hand on her shoulder and waist. Sasha's stomach clenched.

She looked around for the bartender, or for Annie, or for anyone. She prepared herself to shout, to scream and kick if the man didn't remove his hands from her body in the next few seconds. In the end, it was not necessary. Just as she was ready to burst, she felt someone push themselves between her and the strange man. His heavy hands left her body, and Sasha was able to breathe easy. But neither the man nor her saviour seemed quite ready to leave yet.

"Hey, what the…" the man was not drunk enough to fall over with a single push, but he was tipsy enough to be unable to put up much of a fight as Sasha's saviour shoved him away.

"That's enough, stop bothering my girlfriend," Sasha's saviour- a young man with honestly ridiculous hair and a voice that grated Sasha's ears- said. Sasha felt her cheeks grow warm. The way he'd said it, the word girlfriend. It sounded weird on his lips, but somehow the force he'd put into it made it feel true. Truer than it actually was, anyways.

Sasha's boyfriend snaked his arm around her waist. It felt awkward and forced, but it seemed to be enough for the strange man to leave in a fit of tipsy rage. As soon as he was out of sight, Sasha's saviour snatched his arm away and made to leave before hesitating and turning back.

"Hi, er, sorry about that. I-I'm Jean, just thought I'd help you out. I'll be leaving now." He waved goodbye, bowed his head, and turned on his heels. Sasha watched him make his way through the crowd, her "thank you" caught in her throat and her hand still in mid-wave.

Grabbing her purse, she made to follow the man, Jean. As luck would have it, a particularly popular song came up and the crowd seemed to swell up. Sasha was pushed and shoved around, and she lost sight of her saviour. Making her way to the edge of the dance floor, Sasha sighed dejectedly.

A small, warm hand touched her shoulder. Annie.

"I think we've waited long enough. Let's just go home, we can share a cab."

Sasha sighed and followed Annie's lead. Once in the cab, Sasha heaved a big sigh. Annie remained quiet, but sneaked a piece of napkin with scribbled on it into her purse, with a small smirk on her lips. It wasn't until the next morning while she was cleaning out her purse that Sasha read the message on the napkin.

I didn't catch your name. Give me a call?

Jean K.

How's that for a really sappy, really cliché ending?