Rating: M

This contains malexmale action, you've been warned!

ErenxRivialle

Filler Couples

/Edited Chapter/

Chapter 19:

Blurred Reality

It's been three weeks. Three weeks since the party. Three weeks since Eren had stormed out of the building, and an even longer amount of time since they had had sex.

At first, it was uncomfortable, awkward for the both of them. They had to keep a professional relationship, but instead, it became much more than that. It was becoming difficult. Most of the staff had noticed the strange aura around the two, but no one could seem to put their finger on it. They figured it could not be anything more than just an intern/boss situation. Only Hanji knew the true reason.

Levi acted the same. To him, Eren was the one acting childish. He didn't need to act so offended, there was no need. He had only made a little comment; it was Eren's problem that he was blowing it out of proportion. So, Levi continued to beckon Eren when he needed him, ignoring the lack of eye contact, and the way his eyes would flare when Levi would roll his eyes and comment on his work. Not to mention, the snippy comments Eren had grown into the habit of making as he left Levi's office. It was becoming troublesome, unprofessional. It was enough for Levi to want to fire the boy and let it end. But, then Eren would win.

Eren wanted him to apologize, to recognize his "mistake". But, to Levi, he saw no need to apologize for something that was so stupid in the first place. For this, he refuses to say his apologies. No matter how much Eren, and Hanji... especially Hanji, would act.

He wasn't going to buy into this childish act, not in the least. For now, he will continue to do what he does best. His job. And, if Eren oversteps the boundaries Levi has created, Levi saw no other option than to fire the teenager. It was a harsh reality, and Levi almost wanted the boy to apologize to him for making such a big deal about the whole thing. It wasn't his problem if Eren couldn't take a harmless comment.

Levi shook his head, feeling wind run through his loose hair. His hair wasn't long enough to put back, but his bangs were always in his face. He didn't mind them, however, and hasn't gotten around to cutting them. There was to much to do at work then to worry about his appearance.

He was running at the moment, finding the need to blow off steam that was desperate to be released. His feet hit the pavement with every stride as he brought his short legs moving as quickly as they could. He may be shorter than most men, but he made up for it in strength. Levi did not need to be tall to be agile and strong with his body.

He turned a corner, letting his body move while his mind wandered.

He was wondering why he couldn't stop thinking about the whole goddamn thing with Eren. The thing is, he didn't care, shouldn't care. He should just let it be. But, instead he keeps thinking about it and the more he thinks about it, the angrier he becomes. It was ridiculous of him and, although he'd never admit it, he was mostly annoyed with himself.

He had been at work 3 hours before, working overtime. It wasn't because he got behind, because he sure wasn't getting paid enough for working after hours, but he had to do something to keep his mind busy. It was his own choice this time. He was beginning to feel a bit pathetic about it. The fact he had nothing else to do at this point in his life other than work was beginning to register in his mind. It had never bothered him before; his only plan for life was to work until he died. But he finally realized something he had never thought about before. When Eren came over, it gave him something else to do. It was another outlet instead of work. It was weird for him, something completely different than he had ever felt before.

It wasn't love, that would be simply absurd. And, he wasn't just bored now that Eren wasn't coming around, but, for once, he was feeling a bit lonely. He's always been alone, everything he had done, had mostly been done by himself. Sure, he had Erwin, Hanji, Petra, Erd, the rest of the floor, but he had never truly needed their company. If they were gone, it would probably be different. Just because he found their company unnecessary now, he didn't know how he'd feel if they were to disappear. He would rather not feel anything, but that would be inhuman.

But, what was truly bothering him was... when did he start grouping Eren with them? They were the few people that Levi would call his "friends". But, how and when did Eren enter that group? He never thought of him as a friend, but was he?

Levi truly didn't know.

His body pounded against the earth, setting a speed for him, not to fast, not too slow, a pace that got his whole body moving. He had been running for a while, now just breaking into a sweat. He was in good shape. His body was toned and muscular from years of training, as well as from his past. In the years before he had become a businessman, he had been an army man, and it put years of stress on his body.

His past was something he didn't talk about often; in fact he hadn't spoke about it in years. Hanji, Petra, Erwin, and the rest of them, knew of his past military life, but none of them spoke of it. It was a touchy subject that Levi would rather not speak about.

But, it was one of those things that had made him who he is today. His biceps, triceps, and deltoids were trained to be limber and strong, leaving definition in his skin. While, his rectoris femoris , gastrocnemius, and bicep femoris muscles in his legs were shaped to withstand his broader body, moving on command to withstand impact with any terrain, and move for long periods of time. He had learned to train, engage, and push his muscles to their full ability, to their limit. Learning the everything he can about the muscles in his body was just beginning. He knows exactly how to tone each and every muscle. Levi's body was conditioned to the finest; every divot of his skin showed the outline of a fine muscle, his stomach had the sketch of his abdominal muscles.

His body was one of a survivor, built to live. He lived very healthy, never found a liking in junk food, eating just what he found necessary. A glass of champagne or a beer every now and then kept him sane.

Levi never saw himself in such a career as he was working now. A businessman? It was never a career that truly suited him, but he has worked hard to get where he is today. His pay was good; he had a place to live, not too big, not too small. His life was simple and normal, and he thought that would be enough.

But, then Eren came along, and he realized that his life might not be as simple as he hoped it to be. He thought of their relationship as simple. Simply boss and employee. Simply fuck buddies. But, the more Levi tried to convince himself of this, the more his mind told him it wasn't. And, Levi wasn't going to ignore the obvious.

So, was a bit of this whole thing with Eren nagging him? Yes, unbelievably. But, he knew Eren wasn't going to back down till he got what he wanted, an apology. He'd rather the uncomfortable aura between them just continued, so he wouldn't have to give in. But, at this rate, they were at an armistice.

He'd been running for a bit now, and no matter how fit he may be, he was beginning to lose his running composure from before. In rough, harsh breaths, Levi felt his body slowing, his footsteps getting louder, his steps choppier. But, he continued running, letting the wind push his hair back with its invisible fingers, the cool winter air leaving red marks across his cheeks. The frost was freezing the sweat that was threatening to fall towards the ground. Even his thick winter jacket couldn't protect him from the cold.

Levi didn't know where he was running, but when his body finally couldn't run anymore, he was close to a building that was very familiar to him. He didn't know why his legs had chosen to take him there, although he might have come subconsciously. Either way, he was here now. Slowing his jog, his legs protesting for holding him up for so long, he transitioned to a walk. He ignored the aching feelings in his calves and lower back. At the walk, he let himself cool down, taking his time.

In front of him, stood a two-floor building that was wider than tall. It matched many of the surrounding buildings; only the walls were freshly painted a bright white, compared to its neighbor's grey walls. There weren't any windows, just a door where a security guard let people in. It was noisy as groups of people of all different types were walking around. It was still early, about 8:00 on the dot, so Levi could expect there would be an assortment of customers. Young or old, age did not matter here.

He caught snippets of conversation, nothing that interested him. The smell of smoke entered his breathing space and a group of young people passed him, cigarettes hanging from their fingertips. Although he was only in sweatpants and t-shirt, he wasn't to underdressed compared to them. The regular customers of men never seemed to wear more then jeans and a shirt anyways. The women were a different story. They usually were in short dresses and heels even in this weather, matching the people they were coming to see. The effort the men put in for their night out was very different.

A grand sign hung above the door, tall and wide, announcing the name of the Club, as well as, giving hours and special offers. The sign itself must have cost quite a lot, especially due to bright neon lights that were known for shining all through the night. It only proved the Club is very well off.

When he finally got a hold of his body again, willing it to relax, he moved forward without a second thought. His feet hurt a bit after he had been on them for so long, but he continued walking until he had joined the line of those who were waiting for admission. He truly didn't know what he was doing at this point, but he was curious. A part of him wanted to see Eren dance again, and another part of him actually just wanted to see Eren, but he waved away all those thoughts, telling himself he was just curious (even if he knew he was lying to himself).

He dug through his pocket, pulling out his simple leather wallet that held only a couple cards and some quick cash. Holding the amount he believed he needed, he returned his wallet back to his pocket, standing quietly.

Levi was sure he looked revolting. He had sweat clinging to his body, frozen in their place. His body probably reeked of the winter air, as well as body odor. He could tell his hair was obviously disheveled, his bangs splitting in the worst of positions.

But, he was never one for appearances, and hardly gave a damn what people thought he looked like. They were the ones in a strip club.

The door was closer to him now, the only thing separating him from entering the building, was a large man cashing the money. For the first time in a while, he felt a sense of nervousness flow through his stomach. He did not want to understand why and just chose to ignore it. It was easier then trying to understand it.

Levi kicked a small rock, watching as it flew across the gravel. He was growing bored. He didn't want to think anymore. He just wanted to be inside. His bones protested his waiting, but soon enough the bouncer had let him in when he had handed him the right amount for admission. The admission into the place wasn't too bad, as many lower income people could probably afford it on a night out.

He's only been inside the Club once before, with the company. He had heard the name before, knew it was popular, but it had never truly interested him to enter the place on his own.

But, here he was for a second time, standing in the entrance of a dimly lit space. There were booths in front of him to the right and left. The big, circling booths had plump, deep-pink cushions that seemed to shine off the beams of light that were flooding the room. The booths didn't fill a full round circle, but instead ending in a waxing gibbous circle, with a table in the center where various types of foods were being eaten.

The food here was very acceptable, perfect appetizers that allowed a person to have a good time and eat well. To be honest, it looked more like a fine restaurant, if not for the huge stripper pole and stage in the back of the huge room. The place was loud as well, people drinking to get as drunk as possible. This was a place for people to escape.

Various workers walked around in small, similar-themed outfits. They were all of various sizes, different hair colors, different genders, but they were connected by the same job. A couple of them sat at selected booths, dining and entertaining the customers. They had smiles on their faces, clinking their glasses with their clients. Levi wondered if any of them actually enjoyed it. Or was it just a part of work.

None of them looked like Eren, but Levi was still early. If things went as they did last time he was here, Eren was sure to come on stage at one point or another. Levi was sure he was looking a bit lost, when a boy came up to him.

"Hey, would you like me to grab you a seat?" The boy asked asked him, a smile plastered on his face. But, Levi knew the smile was only a ghost. He looked tired, deep bags underneath his eyes, his skin a bit pale. The corners of his mouth might be pulled up by its muscles, but his eyes didn't follow. Levi noticed the way they didn't crinkle at the corners in a sign of happiness. It was proof that it was only a facade.

"Please, table for one." The boy gestured for him to follow. His hips swayed with every step. His tight ass was wrapped finely in its booty shorts. The shorts themselves looked like something a teenage girl would wear. The dark blue jean fabric, clung to the top of his thighs, where the bottom of the legs were folded up. A thick brown belt lopped itself around his hips, a buckle with fake diamonds as its border, sat right above his crotch. A white, silky shirt was tucked in, the sleeves rolled up to the indent of his elbow. The buttons of the shirt were opened to the point where his stomach began. You could see his nice tan, a naked chest, and a nipple peeking through the shirt every time he moved.

The outfit didn't suit him well; his shaved head made him look like a child playing in cowboy clothes. He didn't look particularly bad, attractive face, average body, but there was definitely something better he could have worn.

Levi was led to one of the few empty tables. It wasn't one of the big booths, but a small table in front of the stage, meant to seat single or double parties.

"My name is Connie, and I'll be your waiter for tonight. Have you been here before, sir? Would you like me to explain your entertainment for tonight?" Levi took a seat, patting down his pants from winkles.

Levi thought for a moment, "Please do."

The boy pulled out a small pamphlet, putting it down on the table in front of Levi. He opened the inside flap and pointed.

"This is your menu for today, we serve mostly appetizers, made as a quick food, however, we have a few entrée's that can be seen here. If you'd like something from the bar, you can either go to the bar and ask our bartender Annie for a drink, or you can order one from me." He added added a wink after this and Levi scowled. Connie was about to continue, but Levi held up a hand, interrupting him.

"If that's the case, I'd rather be seated at the bar, I'm not interested in food."

"Of course, I'll direct you to a seat." Connie moved out of Levi's way so Levi could stand, pushing back his chair.

He was redirected to the bar, a rowdy area, where men and women alike were yelling for drinks. Money and hands seemed to be flying. Already, most of them seemed drunk, while others were just getting started.

"Give me an end seat." Levi told Connie, and Connie nodded.

"Here you are, sir." Connie held out a seat that Levi took. It was on the end, so drunks and elbows wouldn't smash Levi, but it was close enough that Levi could still get a view of the stage. He knew what was still to come.

Connie put the pamphlet back in front of him, continuing his explanation from earlier, trying to drown out the noise from all around them. The people speaking from all ends of the Club were loud enough, but with the music added, it was becoming quite hard to even hold a conversation.

"You may ask our bartender for anything, we have a variety of liquors and alcohol that is sure to please your taste. There is no limit here, so drink as much as you'd like." Levi nodded along, letting him continue.

"Our dancers begin at 10 for your entertainment. We have 4 dancers tonight. And, if you'd like to leave and come back later tonight, they will be dancing at 1:00 as well. After the performances are over, they will be here on the main floor, to speak with you if they are available or if you're interested. They appreciate tips and good compliments. But, we also ask that you be respectful to our employee's, as they are here to please you. I hope you enjoy your time tonight, and please do not be afraid to call me over if you grow hungry or, um... if you need some company." Levi's eyebrow rose at his pause. Everything Connie had been saying was leaving his mouth smoothly and easily, but suddenly, he seemed to get distracted. But, Levi quickly pinpointed the source of his changed demeanor.

A hand had sneaked its way onto his hips. Fingers were drumming against his ass, but Connie stood still, his body a bit rigid, but he continued to smile. Levi couldn't help but look disgusted. It was as if this boy was used to this treatment. He knew the feel of unwanted hands on his hips, unwanted eyes on his body, and he simply continued with his work as if there was no issues. Levi's eyes wandered to the guy behind the doing. He was yelling for another beer, but was fully aware of where his hands were.

"That's it, thank you." Levi said, quickly. Connie bowed his head, making a beeline out of the sea of people. Levi watched him go, he didn't look shaken up, just simply accustomed to this treatment. The man with wandering hands did not even look frazzled by his obvious harassment of the employee. He simply got his drink, threw a twenty-dollar bill on the bar and moved away.

Levi moved on, turning towards the bar, watching everything going on around him. The bartender seemed to notice him in that moment. She's a pretty woman, fine blonde hair, put back in a high ponytail, a sharp nose, and stern face. She did not have much emotion across her features, and through the chaos that was ensuring around her bar, she kept her demeanor, filling drinks and collecting tips.

She kept up well, doing her job as needed, ignoring some of the insolent men and women who used rude words to address her.

Levi waited a bit, for the line to calm, and after a bit, he grabbed her attention, asking for a beer. He paid her, grabbing his drink and waited.

Eventually, the crowd around the bar dispersed to just a couple people sitting on the bar stools. Waiters came and went to grab drinks for their clients. A girl with shaggy brown hair came by, mumbling under her breath, her pleated skirt hitched up. A different girl with braids was drinking a scotch of her own, downing it before getting back to her job.

Levi knew he had waited for quite a while until the show Connie had told him about had finally begun. The lights on the stage began to flash, one turning on, while others turned off in a beat with the music that was slowly increasing in volume. The knew this was the sign that it was time for what they were waiting for.

A cheer came up from the crowd, a couple people rowdier than others stood up, yelling. Levi shook his head at them; they were acting like they were at a sporting event. It was distasteful.

"Hello, exquisite customers, we would like to thank you for coming out tonight." A loud speaker addressed the Club. Levi watched with interest, it was just the same as when he had come with the company.

"We'd like to present to you some of your favorite performers, who will be dancing for your entertainment tonight. We would like to remind customers that our employees enjoy your feedback and tips. Thank you, and enjoy the show." More cheering could be heard as the music grew even louder, the lights changing color, one light directly on a pole in the middle of the stage.

Levi found himself almost anticipating seeing Eren on stage again. It had been months before since he's been here, but Eren had a way on stage that intrigued Levi. He didn't think he'd see it again, coming here had always seemed unnecessary, but he had proved himself wrong.

In a matter of seconds, the curtains opened, the song reaching its climax. However, the person who had come out was not, in fact, Eren. Instead, it was some tall boy with soft brown hair. He had soft features, a long face to match his slender body. He was at least a foot taller than Levi, his long legs were squeezed into a pair of cut off jeans at the knee. He wasn't wearing a shirt, showing off his thin chest, but well positioned muscles. He walked with determination, seeming like one of those men with a strong demeanor.

Levi noticed a woman sitting next to him, drinking a martini. She looked as if she had hearts in her eyes as she watched the man grab at the pole. It was amazing how captivated the audience seemed to be now. Even the drunkest of fellows, instead focusing on the stage before them.

"Who is that?" Levi asked her.

She turned to him, looking offended he had interrupted her goggling, but even more offended by the idea that he didn't know who was on stage.

"Bertolt." She spat at him, watching him with slit eyes. Levi gave him a confused look, wondering why she was being so possessive over him. He doubted this Bertolt would even recognize who she was in a crowd.

Usually, Levi would simply ignore people as such, but he decided to engage her. She seemed to know much more of her surroundings, than he did.

"He dances well. Is he one of the better dancers?" Her eyes shifted over to him for a moment, before she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. She stayed silent a moment, assessing the situation, before fully turning his way.

"Essentially, yes. He is well aware of what he's doing, but his height is his disadvantage. See there…" She pointed and Levi followed her finger. He was spinning quickly around the pole, a leg bent to grip the metal. Bertolt's right hand was softly pressed against the rod, fingers outstretched to prove he wasn't holding on, and instead using his balance to cause him to spin.

The crowd seemed to be very into it, clapping and whooping. Many were downing drinks like they were drinking from a bottle of water. The longer he went, the more the crowd seemed to be into it. Levi didn't remember it so rowdy last time he was here.

"Your point?" He asked, curiously.

"He slipped. That's why he chose to spin." Levi frivoled his eyebrows, impressed, but confused. A part of him wanted to ask her how she had known such a thing, but the other part of him didn't care to know. In the end, he chose to let it go, nodding his head to show her he understood.

She looked back at him, giving him a curious look of her own, wondering what exactly a man like him was doing here. She's been coming to this Club for some time now, and she's seen quite a lot of people come through here. Although they were all very different from one another, they had this aura about them that was the same. They looked as if they were only looking for lust. Or an escape. Something to do that could save them from reality.

However, this guy didn't have that look about him. He looked a bit comfortable. He could have easily blended into the crowd, however, something differentiated him from the rest, and she couldn't quite place it.

"Lynne." She held out her hand, uncovering it from her sweater sleeve.

"Hmmm?" Levi's attention was back on her.

"Lynne. It's my name."

"Obviously. Levi." He shook her hand, liking how she held a tight grip. She seemed sincere. Lynne scoffed at his sarcasm, turning her attention back to the stage where Bertolt was exiting.

"Seriously? I missed the rest of the performance, because of you." She seemed genuinely disappointed, shaking her head. Levi rolled his eyes at her in annoyance. Lynne seemed younger for her age, a dark haired beauty with a glint in her eyes. Wearing a red wool sweater, she swirled around on the bar stool where she sat.

The upbeat music continued, and in a few moments, the next dancer entered the stage. This time a girl walked across the stage in a much more conservative outfit than the performer before her.

She wore a cream sweater, thin but covering, a bit low cut, and jean denim shorts. To pair it off, she added a pair of cowboy boots, which Levi identified, was the theme for this evening.

She smiled to the audience, and the men and women of the Club went wild, chanting, what Levi believed was her name, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Christa. They are chanting the name, Christa." Lynne mumbled to him, rolling her eyes at his easily recognizable incompetence. Levi gave her a harsh look, noticing how bored she looked now.

"What? You don't like her?" Levi watched as this Christa walked across the stage, her blond hair moving with her. She had an almost angelic way about her, a smile that lit up her face. Baby blue eyes that only made her look younger, even with her petite body size.

Even though the outfit didn't show as much of her body as did the others, the audience was just as wild. Levi could see why, Christa had the aura of a young woman, pure and innocent, and in a place full of perverts, it was almost as if she was a godsend.

"It's not that I don't like her. I just hate how they fawn over this type of chastity act." Lynne observed. She was biting her nail now, crossing her legs. Her skirt hitched up a bit higher on her knees, showing off her calves.

Levi watched for a bit longer, understanding what she meant. It didn't disturb him as much as it did for her. Christa was probably older than Eren. However, he knew he saw it in a different standpoint than a woman would, so he left it be.

Levi watched a bit longer, ordering another beer. Christa didn't do much, but still some how was able to engage the audience. She simply strutted around stage, grabbing at the pole, rolling her hips, but never doing any tricks. Just the same, the people were yelling her name, completely enticed by her movements.

Her act went on for another dozen minutes or so, until she exited. There was to be a short break, the speaker announced, and so Levi sat there, waiting. He was growing impatient, almost convinced that Eren wasn't dancing tonight and he had wasted just another night with his mind on Eren.

"You look bored. Waiting for someone?" Levi gave an irritated growl. This girl just had to keep talking. It was his fault for engaging her in the first place.

"Not in particular." He answered, turning away from her, trying to tell her that he would rather not speak. However, she seemed not to get the message.

"You're lying."

"And, you're obnoxious." Lynne huffed at that one, turning away; annoyed with what she thought could have been her date for tonight. She downed her martini, swiveling in her bar stool once again. Once the short break was over, the music grew louder, in order to introduce the next dancer. As the curtains opened, the crowd went up in a chorus of shouts, an obvious new excitement to who was coming on stage. And, as Levi looked up, he didn't know if he had either made a dumb mistake, or if he had made the right decision.

In front of him was Eren, in all his glory, standing confident and easily recognizable. Unlike the last time, he was without a mask and now Levi was able to see every little detail of Eren's body underneath the glowing spotlights.

His soft brown hair was shaggy and unkept. It looked as if he had only used his fingers to comb through it, pushing his bangs back with a clear, gel. It caused a couple of strands to stick together in thicker heaps, giving him a clean cut look, as his hair was pushed away from his forehead. His green eyes seemed to pop under the lights, seeming bigger than normal as his soft features were accentuated by the make up he used.

Like the other employee's he wore cowboy boots, but the rest of his outfit was more original. He stayed in the state of the theme, without keeping anything too ordinary. His shorts were the color of blue jean; ripped at the ends, like cut-offs, that wrapped around each of his thighs, tight, hugging his ass. The pockets were popping out from how tight they were on his body.

He was in fact, shirtless, his bare chest showing for all to see. His pink nipples were perky and hard, probably from the frigid air of being exposed. Eren's stomach was more toned than muscular, more of a straight definition of muscle then bumps across his abdomen. It was from a different type of workout.

Bright red suspenders looped themselves around his shoulders and connected to the front and back of his shorts with metal clips. As he began walking to the center of the stage, the suspender fabric would rub against his nipples, causing them to be hidden, and then to appear, allowing the nipples to look as if they were being pushed around from the movements.

There was something intoxicating by the way he moved. Eren looked as if he had experience, expertly grabbing the pole with two hands, taking a couple steps around it before lifting himself up in an almost effortless way. One of his hands snaked around the pole, fingers grasping just enough before he extended his legs, putting his right foot underneath the crook of his left leg and letting himself spin slowly towards the ground.

The tight mounds of his ass flexed as he slowly spun, making definition in the shorts he was wearing. Although, his arms usually looked thin and underdeveloped, here, they were defined, his biceps proving themselves to be larger than one would first notice.

He reached the ground, putting one foot against the ground, leaving his left leg extended. Using the heel of his right foot, he pushed himself up, jumping to grab a higher part of the metal, Like so, he held strong, wrapping his legs around the pole and crossing them, so it was between his legs.

Using the leverage he created for himself, he used both his hands to slide himself up and down the pole, just enough to extend and close his arm. It was a simple move, but the audience was a tell of its effect. It was provocative. The metal obviously nestled in the crook of his crotch, rubbing against his clothed cock. He threw his head back, closing his eyes for extra effect.

If Levi hadn't known Eren's true erotic face, he would have thought he was getting off on this. Most of the audience did, anyways. Many of them were hollering to Levi's disgust. It hadn't bothered him as much before, but as he watched Eren preform, he realized the true nature of the people watching. Women had this glint in their eyes, looking lustful at the moving body, a couple shifting in their seats, making it very apparent they were turned on by what they were watching.

Levi watched as some of the men, were almost licking their lips, watching intently as Eren went into his next move. They were loud, drunk, and sexually aroused to his utter disgust.

But, he didn't fully realize to the extent it bothered him until he watched a man's hand go into his pants, right there in the room. But, he wasn't the only one; a couple others were doing the same thing, even a woman or two. What they were touching with their filthy hands was obvious as they got off on it.

Now, that Levi thinks back, some were doing the same thing for the other performers as well, but it hadn't affected him quite like this until Eren had come onto the stage.

Turning his attention back to Eren, Levi watched as his back was now against the pole as he slid down using his legs to support him. It was obvious the cool metal against his back was causing his skin to twitch, but that was what made it so heated, so intriguing.

A man moaned out loud, but it was drowned out by the noise of the crowd. Levi looked for the source, a different type of anger flashing across his features.

"Told you. I knew you were lying." Lynne popped in an instant, taking the opportunity to mess with Levi. Levi sent almost a death glare towards her, causing her to flinch in surprise.

"Is it always like this?"

"Like what?"

"Touching and hollering men and women?" Levi replied, his body reacted in irritation. He suddenly felt like moving again. He was annoyed and he needed to blow off steam. Lynne let out a short laugh.

"Right to the point, I see. For the most part, it's kind of inevitable." Lynne actually enjoyed watching Eren. He knew what he was doing, and he had the body to do it. She couldn't help but appreciate the technique and style in front of her.

"Is it always like this for them?" Levi mumbled. Lynne gave him a funny look, trying to understand him, but failing.

"Worse when they get off stage, because then, they get to touch them as well." She was honest, as she watched the insanely quick change of emotion cross Levi's face. All these thoughts seemed to enter his mind at once, and Lynne couldn't place exactly one emotion.

"Thank you for your help. I'm leaving." Levi announced, leaving his seat, grabbing his coat and wrapping it around himself. Eren was still going, but he had lost the want to keep watching. He put a couple of bills on the counter for Connie and the bartender to split.

Lynne looked up quickly as he began to leave. She chased after him, trying not to trip in her heels.

"Hey, wait, where are you going?" She asked him, breathless from trying to run with so much alcohol inside her.

"I just said I was leaving."

"Wait, I want to take you out for a drink." She finally got around to asking him out and he was just going to leave. Levi gave her a small look, assessing her, before replying.

"I'm actually taken." With that, he moved away, letting her stand by herself. Levi rubbed his eyes, trying to rub the annoyance out of his eye sockets. He made it out of the Club, making his way to a bus stop that would take him home.

He refrained from doing anything dramatic but he was annoyed and angry at this point. But, the worst part of it all was, he was annoyed and angry with himself. How could he have been so stupid?

Did Eren really go through something so energy draining and absolutely demeaning on a daily basis? If Connie, a regular waiter was being harassed as so, who is to say what kind of treatment Eren has been through all these years.

Levi realized his mistake in words; it was something he should have never said. He hated knowing he had been wrong, and that, he would have to be the one to apologize, but he was smart. He knew that if he didn't apologize soon, he would just be like one of those people in the Club. They were simply using Eren to get a quick sense of arousal, and at this point, Levi as just the same. He was disgusted in himself.

Levi went to bed that night, annoyed and disappointed. There was a sour taste in his mouth, one that wouldn't leave him. Unfortunately, that taste only got worse as time passed.

Because, in the morning after Levi's visit, he had been making breakfast, watching the news when something of interest had come over the media. It seems an employee from a popular Club has been put into urgent care at the hospital last night.

Levi didn't think much of it, since the news refused to include names in the story, but when it did mention the employee was from the very club he had attended the night before, he dropping the apple he was cutting, grabbed his keys and wallet, and was out the door in a matter of mere seconds.

Hello, yes, I suck. I am so so sorry this is so late. Last week was exam week for me, and then the week after was just an overall shitty ass week. I have decided to write another special, only this time it will be for Valentine's day (like every other shipping fanfic writer), and yes, it will most likely include a type of food.

ALSO PSA: RESPECT YOUR SEX WORKERS. You ever go see a stripper? You better keep your hands to yourself (unless told otherwise) and tip them WELL. If you a true fan of this fic, you'll be good to them!

Btw, Lynne is a real snk character if none of you knew!

While I suck, you guys rock for being great sports, so please continue to Follow, Fave, and Review!