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.

Apologize for the delay, I've been drinking a bit too much my damn self.

Chapter 3

"DAMNIT ARMIN!" Eren shouted as he reeled back from Mikasa. "DID YOU HAVE TO SAY ALL THAT?!"

"Everyone calm down, it's not such a big deal," Armin said with a raised voice.

"Not a big deal?!" Mikasa seethed.

"I...really don't think he knew what he was doing anyway. By then Eren had lost about all control," continued Armin.

The situation in Eren's bedroom was becoming less tense...until.

"Oh yea," Armin said brightly as though the lightbuld in his head turned on. "I remember now, that's where you lost your shirt."

Mikasa snapped back into kill mode before Armin finished speaking.

"ARMIN STOP IT!" shouted a frightened Eren as Mikasa slowly advanced. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!"

"EVERYONE CALM DOWN!" commanded Armin in a suprisingly strong voice. "And take a deep breath."

He reached out to place a hand on each of their shoulders to steady them back. Eren still looked worried and Mikasa was quiet, the dangerous kind of quiet. The tension was easing again, Armin was successful in keeping his mouth shut this time. Despite the several things floating around in his brain that sounded positive to say out loud. Eren's phone began vibrating under the pillows again.

"She took advantage of you, is that it?" said Mikasa, her voice still low and scary.

"Annie had a lot to drink too," answered Armin.

"Oh yeah!" spat a skeptical Mikasa. "How could you tell?"

"Well...she was blushing really heavy...and smiling," Armin answered again.

"Hmmm," Mikasa hummed, very aware of Annie's sober behavior.

"Plus, when I walked in Jean's room and found them, she didn't seem all that embarrassed," Armin finished.

"Well it's a good thing you showed up when you did," Mikasa said, pointing her finger at Armin, before turning said finger towards Eren. "And you're never touching alcohol again."

"If it means that this headache and all this pain goes away...fine," resigned Eren.

The phone continued vibrating, the caller was the same without any of them having to check.

"What is it with her?" sighed Mikasa with a hand going up to rub her face in frustration.

"Well...that's the next part," Armin stated. "The part where things really got out of control."

"How much worse could it have gotten?" Mikasa sighed again.

"You're about to find out," he answered.

"Armin...some things I don't want to remember, like the rest of last night," Eren said before drinking the rest of his water. He could no longer close his eyes and rest, Mikasa had him too worried to drop his guard.

"But some things you have to, go on Armin," said Mikasa.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure how it got started...Eren managed to disappear again. But when I found him again it was in the middle of a crowd with the most noise. To where he and Sasha were arguing," said Armin.

"Do you remember what we were arguing about?" Eren asked eagerly.

"I have no idea...both of you were slurring so badly that I couldn't figure hardly any words out," answered Armin. "But then...you did the unspeakable."

(Flashback)

"Yeash..." Eren slurred loudly, his temper reaching a fever pitch. "Sor jus' an blucho bluh"

And with that said, Eren leaned his whole body to the right and swung his left hand in an arcing motion. Using all his drunken force, he smacked the potato out of Sasha's grip. Everyone in the room inhaled sharply. The potato slammed against a family portrait on the wall and busted the frame, then slowly started sliding down.

By the way, this wasn't just any normal spud, oh no, this was a masterpiece. A work of art that Sasha spent at least half an hour working on. Stumbling around the kitchen, missing most of her times when aim was crucial, falling down more than once. But when it was finished, it was perfect. Just the right temperature, covered in butter, sour cream, chives, ham...perfect.

Sasha lunged forward, gripping his shoulders and knocking him to the ground. She was bestial, ready to tear him apart. Perhaps would have if everyone around couldn't separate the two.

"Dethhh..daeethh," snarled Sasha as Ymir and Connie struggled to keep her contained. She was adamantly flailing around trying to shake free to attack.

"Eren!" Armin said loudly into his ear. "It's best if we head home now."

Eren was led away to Armin's car without much resistance.

Jean discovering the potato in the picture and shouting "You some-bitch" was the last thing they heard before walking out the front door.

(End Flashback)

"That's ridiculous Eren," Mikasa said with a heavy-handed sigh.

Eren kept his silence so Armin continued.

"I almost had you in my car, you were just about there...but then you ran away."

"Hold on, there's no way I would just run away," spoke up Eren.

"You took off running Eren," said Armin.

"I don't...why would I do that?" Eren said, puzzled.

"I don't know why," Armin answered in a flustered tone. "But you just did, I can't explain it."

Mikasa was the one keeping her silnce now, most questions would only make understanding it worse.

"You were too fast and disappeared again," Armin went on. "So I had to get in my car and drive around looking for you."

"Ugh...I'm sorry Armin. How long were you looking?" said Eren.

"Not long, maybe ten minutes. I saw your pants on the sidewalk so I knew I was close," Armin answered.

Eren and Mikasa both had hands move to their face.

"Then on the other side of the park...blue lights," Armin said.

"Oh, the police...I kinda remember this part," admitted Eren.

(Flashback)

Armin quickly parked his car by the street and ran over to the scene. Two police officers had Eren handcuffed on his knees in front of them. The two cops were very different in size, one was tall and solid, the other short and lean. They were trying to question Eren, but he couldn't give them any answers. Eren was swaying back and forth, slurring when he spoke and not even paying them that much attention. Naked except for his briefs and oddly enough his shoes.

"He's my friend," Armin said breathlessly as he came close enough. "He's just had too much to drink."

"We can see that," said the short one.

"I'm Sheriff Smith," said the other one as he walked towards Armin. "And you are?"

"Armin Arlert sir," he answered and shook his hand.

"And you know him?" Sheriff Smith asked.

"Yes, he's a good friend, I'm just trying to get him home." responded Armin.

The short cop was standing in front of Eren, staring down at him disapprovingly. Eren stared back as the top half of his body bobbed left to right. The sheriff kept asking Armin question after question until another officer showed up.

"I'm here sir," a spectacle wearing female officer brightly said.

"Wait on stand-by deputy," Sheriff Smith responded. "I'm sorry Mr. Arlert but we're going to have to take your friend downtown tonight."

"But...why? I just need to get him home and let him sleep it off," pleaded Armin.

"Laws have to be upheld young man. Your friend could face a lot of charges, but if he behaves himself we will release him in the morn-" but the sheriff was cut short by an all too familiar sickening sound.

Everyone looked over in horror as Eren vomited nearly all the contents of his stomach onto the short officers' pants and shoes. Everyone was still and quiet for a moment, a very long moment. Eren stared back up at the cop and continued on swaying. The short cop didn't flinch an inch and held his footing as he casually reached over for his nightstick.

"HEY," the deputy sheriff said brightly, putting her arm across Armin's shoulders. "Isn't that your car parked on the street over there," she pointed over into the distance. "C'mon, lets go move it," she said escorting Armin away from the scene. "Wouldn't want anything to happen to it."

The short officer had his eyes fixed on the handcuffed Eren as he gently swung his nightstick into the palm of his opposite hand. "I just had these pants starched," he said softly to himself. His motions stopped and he gripped the stick tightly at both ends, "Double starched!"

(End Flashback)

End of Chapter 3