A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.

And nope, I in fact do not own Shingeki no Kyojin or anything else I write about.

Flashback sequences are meant to be seen and told to all three, enjoy!

Chapter 2

"The beginning?" continued Mikasa.

"It's so fuzzy...I can't," Eren protested.

"I dropped you off at Jean's house, remember?" interjected Armin. "Then went off to cover the late shift at work."

"Right..." Eren said weakly, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

"Is any of it coming back?" asked Armin.

"How long before you came back to get him?" Mikasa interrupted.

"About three hours-"

SIE SIND DAS ESSEN UND WIR SIND DIE JAGER!

Everyone jumped at the loud blast of Eren's ringtone.

"Turn it to vibrate...someone," moaned Eren.

"It's Sasha," said Armin, grabbing the phone from the nightstand.

Eren grimaced, "Then turn it off."

"I think you remember more than you're leading on," Mikasa pointed out.

"...Just...bits and pieces," Eren said half-heartedly. "Playing quarters with Jean and Ymir...a few card games...falling off the roof..."

"You fell off the roof?!" exclaimed Mikasa.

"...Twice," admitted Eren.

"Even I didn't know about that," exclaimed Armin.

"How did you even-" Mikasa began.

But Eren cut her short, knowing she would ask. "There are trees."

"You might have broken something, are you hurting still?" asked Mikasa, still pissed.

"Everything hurts!" Eren shot back.

"But why the hel-" began Mikasa again before the sound of Eren's phone vibrating next to him went off.

He opened his eyes and looked down to see the same caller on screen, 'Sasha Braus.'

"Ehh..no," Eren said softly, hiding the phone under a pillow.

"What did you do to her?!" Mikasa said loudly, her temper still hot.

Eren choose to ignore that and closed his eyes tightly again and tried to shut down. The world was still spinning him around in the darkness, but it was better than being interrogated. Oh, if only last night could be a dream...just wake up already.

Mikasa temporarily let Eren be and turned to her right. "Well, Armin, what is the first thing that happened when you went to pick him up?"

"Well...that's a bit extreme to start with..." Armin said, slyly rubbing the back of his neck. He wouldn't lie to Mikasa, but he hoped that she wouldn't find out everything that happened.

"Out with it," Mikasa said, slightly dangerously.

Armin looked over to Eren but got no response, so he began. "Well when I got there, everyone was pretty drunk. I went to where I heard the most noise and found everyone gathered around," Armin paused for a moment. "To where Eren and Reiner were...wrestling...in the dining room."

"Wrestling..." murmured a deadpanned Mikasa.

"Wrestling?" Eren questioned, opening up his eyes.

"Well...I think that is what you two were doing," Armin explained. "To me it looked like you were just throwing each other around...and laughing."

"Ohh..yea.." Eren chuckled softly, closing his eyes back.

(Flashback)

"Youu can' swin Braunieee," slurred Eren in his determined voice as he forced Reiner's size against him and hurled him over the dinning room table.

The crowd of eager drunken spectators encircled the room, barely giving them enough space. Reiner rebounded quickly from across the table and charged at full speed. Eren smoothly dodged the Reiner to his left and the one further to the left but was grabbed by the one on the right. Eren flailed around like a fish but Reiner held him too tightly.

"D'he endd, Yeaggar," Reiner burped, and that was all he wrote.

He turned and suplexed Eren onto a dining room chair. The poor defenseless chair was smashed to pieces on impact as the sound of the crash filled the room. Leaving Eren laying on his back on a tiny mountain of rubble and loss. Connie begrudgingly handed Ymir a twenty dollar bill.

But suprisingly, "...A ha..ha..HAHAHA...OW...AHAHA," resounded from Eren, laughing like mad on the ground.

"HEY!" yelled Jean as he worked his way past the crowd. "You're paying for that Yeager!" his buzz was beginning to fade.

"Duon't sworrrry soo mooch Jeean-boyyy. Chour motther knowws I swel' vix it awl upp," Eren slurred as Reiner helped him back onto his wobbly feet.

"You some-bitch," Jean rushed forward.

But Marco was quick to stop Jean and Armin stepped into the light to get a hold of Eren. Both were led away to cool off in their own way.

(End Flashback)

"So that explains some bruises," sighed Mikasa.

"Yea...that happened," said Eren, still with a slight smile.

"Then what?" Mikasa asked Armin.

"Well...I tried to get Eren to calm down and sober up...but he wanted to keep on drinking. Then...old man Pixis showed up," answered Armin.

"Mmmm..." sighed Eren with tightly pressed lips and closed eyes.

"Then he really got drunk sharing a flask with him...talking about politics," Armin continued. "Then...I think Eren disappeared, I couldn't find him anywhere."

"Disappeared," Mikasa said flatly.

"Well...I found him later on...next to Annie," Armin admitted slowly.

"Gah..(cough)..what?!" Eren said, springing up.

"Talking?" Mikasa said, her voice deadly low. "I will know if you're lying Armin."

Armin recoiled sharply, he knew he said way to much, way to late. Eren and Mikasa stared at him, waiting for an answer. Their attention was completely on him.

"Wellll...no..." Armin started, being extra careful with his words now. "He was...coming to...second base," Armin's hands flew to cover his face, he couldn't bear to see.

"WHAT?!" Mikasa said, her neck snapping to the right to zone in on Eren.

"WHAT?" Mikasa towered over Eren, covering his field of vision.

"WHAT!?" said a Mikasa, centimeters away from Eren's nose.

End of Chapter 2