Pairing: Eren/Mikasa, Levi/Hanji, & Ymir/Christa

Setting: At the formal ball for the Scouting Legion

Words: 6167

Rating: T (Language and implied sexual situations)

Notes: Part 2 of 2 for the Formal Ball fic request! It's very fluffy. I mean very. It's the setting. I swear I can't help myself. I also suddenly like writing Levi/Hanji a lot.

Tale as Old as Time II

Eren swirled the wine in his glass he was handed when they entered the ballroom. You did swirl right? Whatever. All he wanted to do was dig into all that food over there but no, that was for later in the night.

Levi and Erwin left them to go talk to various people around the ballroom, but not before a final warning not to make them regret not sending all of them away on a life threating mission instead. Eren only recognized the other members of the Scouting Legion, and he had already looked for Mikasa and the others but they weren't here yet so he stood awkwardly off to the side with Armin, also moving the wine around in his glass. Connie and Jean had taken to sitting down while Bertholdt and Reiner got cornered by an older woman asking them questions, and eyeing Reiner's arms. Eren would've laughed if he wasn't feeling so out of place. He just wished Mikasa would get here already so things would feel kinda normal again.

He brought the wine glass to his lips; it smelt really strong but Armin was casually sipping at his next to Eren. "Have something you want to tell me?"

Armin chuckled looking over at him. "It's not that bad, just take small sips."

Eren tipped his glass letting some of the red liquid into his mouth. He resisted spitting it back out. "That's disgusting."

"Not surprising you don't have any taste, Jaeger."

"Shove it, Jean. You're just lucky Levi threatened us or you'd have more wine on your clothes than in your mouth."

"Oh no, I'm so afraid."

"Okay, Eren." Armin grabbed onto him, turning him away from Jean before Eren could snap. "Knock it off. Pretty sure I don't want to be on the receiving end of Levi's wrath."

Eren grumbled but tried another sip. Nope still gross. He glanced around the room, seeing if anything changed. More people seemed to be coming in; all dressed fancier than they were. Chattering filled his ears mixing with the light music of the string band in the background; maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Besides it was kinda relaxing to not having people yell orders at you under the beating sun all day long.

He absent mindedly took a sip from his glass when he noticed the doors opening and a familiar face walking through; if it weren't for the glasses he wouldn't have even recognized Hanji. He tried another sip as he waited for the others, but the strong liquid went right down the wrong pipe the moment one face walked through the doors. He didn't even see the others, that one was enough to have him choking on his drink. Eren nearly doubled over coughing; he felt Armin's hand patting his back and Jean snickering somewhere nearby. Clearly he didn't see what Eren did.

"I'm okay," he choked, trying to regain his composure. His eyes instantly looked for the face which had caught him so off guard.

Mikasa looked a little lost, a little uncomfortable as the girls dispersed around her but Jesus did she look gorgeous. The bright red of her dress made her stand out above anyone else in the room, but she didn't even need that; she was easily the most beautiful girl in the room. Eren's heart wouldn't stop racing as he watched her; the way her dress clung to her body, the way that slit moved against her legs. He hadn't seen her like this before and he just didn't even know what to do but stare.

"Hey, careful there, you might start drooling." Armin nudged him but Eren wasn't sure he could make a coherent response.

"Let me give you a piece of advice, Eren." He felt Armin's hands grab onto his shoulders. "Go talk to her before someone else notices the prettiest girl they'll see all night just walked in."

The wine glass was taken from his hand before Armin gave him a sharp push. Eren didn't say anything, but his feet did seem to be leading him across the room. He saw her looking around, frowning, probably as uncomfortable as he was, but he saw her face light up a little when he caught her eye. He raised his hand to wave as she took a few steps to meet him.

Even her standing in front of him Eren still had no idea what to say. All he could think of was how his breath hitched in his throat when she came to stop near him.

"Hi," he settled on.

"Hi," Mikasa said, a small smile pulling at her lips.

Eren reached a hand behind his head, scratching absent mindedly. What he wanted to do was slap himself. This was Mikasa for God's sake. He had seen her naked. Okay, on accident but still. It was probably best not to think of that right now. He never felt shy around her before. This was stupid.

"You, ah," Eren started, feeling his cheeks heat up as he spoke. "You look beautiful tonight. Not that you don't always look beautiful because you are just the dress is really nice on you too." Well, now he really wanted to slap himself in the face. Eren was ready to turn around and just walk away before he embarrassed himself anymore. Yeah, not so smooth at all, but a small laugh from Mikasa stopped him. How long had it been since he heard that?

"Thank you, Eren," she said, her cheeks tinted red and with a smile that took his breath away. Mikasa reached up to adjust his tie for him. "You look very handsome tonight."

He looked down at her hands, her red dress standing out next to him, but not too much strangely enough; his shirt seemed to match her outfit perfectly. He remembered what Levi said about it being straight from Hanji, what a coincidence.

Eren wasn't sure what to say, so he just extended his arm to her like he had seen some of the other guys do. Mikasa slipped her arm through his and placed her other hand right on his arm. She looked up at him with bright eyes he hadn't seen in what seemed like years.

Yeah. It wasn't gonna be such a bad night after all.

Mikasa never had anything to worry about, Hanji thought with a smile as she watched Eren take Mikasa's side. She had a feeling no one else was going to get a chance to dance with the dark haired girl tonight.

"What are you grinning about?"

"I, unlike you," Hanji glanced over to see Levi standing next to her. "Like to see the young ones happy. It's a rare event these days.

Levi scoffed slightly, signaling Hanji that her prediction was right, but he didn't respond.

"Where's Erwin?" Hanji asked, glancing around the now rather full room.

Levi gestured to a group of people standing around their tall, blond commander. "He wins over people far easier than I do so I'm leaving it to him."

"I know the feeling." Hanji didn't mind being here; it was a nice break from the tedious work she normally would be doing but that didn't mean she felt at home here. She could only imagine what people would have to say about her given the chance.

"You look nice tonight."

Hanji recognized the voice of course but she had to physically look over at Levi to acknowledge it came from his lips. His dark eyes were looking over at her so she supposed he was talking to her.

"My, my. A compliment from Lance Corporal Levi. What a night it is," she said, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Don't make me regret it." Levi was back looking out at the ballroom, his arms crossed.

"Thank you. You look nice tonight too. Though, I do believe we match."

His eyebrow arched as he looked back to her. "Did you plan that one too?"

"Hey, even you have to admit those two look good together tonight." She gestured over to where Eren and Mikasa were talking to a rather smug looking Armin.

"As long as they don't start acting disgusting I don't give a shit what they do or how they look."

The band took on a louder tone as the first part of the night came to an end. Couples took positions on the dance floor, long dresses swaying and suit shoes lightly tapping on the hardwood floor.

"What do you say, gonna ask a nice lady to dance with you tonight?"

"I think you know me better than that. The faster this night is over the better."

"That doesn't mean you can't enj-" She felt Levi's gaze narrow on her causing her to not even bother finishing her sentence. "I'm saying we're stuck here so might as well make the best of it."

"I'm gonna see if Ewrin needs any help."

"Okay I'll…" He was already walking away, not paying attention anymore. "Find something to do."

Despite the warm atmosphere of the ballroom Hanji felt her smile fade away. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she understood what Mikasa was afraid of as she watched Levi disappear into the crowd.

Well, this was boring. Connie had his head propped up on his hand, staring out at the colorful dresses and dark suits twirling around. He at least figured they would let them eat while all the fancy people spent their night dancing and talking and yet here he was, sitting at a table with an equally bored Jean and Sasha.

"Why'd they have to leave out all the food if they weren't gonna let us eat it," Connie grumbled.

"They will let us eat it; they just have to do it after the first round of dancing or whatever." Jean seemed a little more irritable than usual; Connie had a feeling it was because Reiner was the only one out of them who had gotten asked for a dance. Granted it was a woman twice his age, but it still didn't take away from the fact they formed the loser's table; even Historia and Ymir looked much cooler than them sitting across the room at their own table. Connie couldn't understand why Sasha was still stuck at the table with them; she looked gorgeous but no one really seemed to be paying attention to them at all.

"It could be worse," Bertholdt said from his spot standing behind the table. "That lady doesn't look like she's ever gonna let go of Reiner."

Sasha snorted in laughter. "Can't say none of us got any action tonight."

"Oh Jesus please don't," Jean put his face in his hands shaking his head slightly.

Connie snickered as he looked back around the room, trying to find the other people he knew. He had no idea where Levi went off to after they got here and he had only seen Hanji for a brief moment and Erwin was pretty east to pick out; he was dancing with some lady nearby. Armin, Mikasa, and Eren weren't too far away; they were standing near the edge of the dance floor just talking.

"Just go ask someone to dance if you're gonna sit around sulking all night, Jean. I'm sure there are a lot more older women in need of a strong young guy," Sasha said with a grin, eyeing Jean around Connie.

He slapped his hands over his mouth trying to hold in his laughter.

"Yeah, maybe I will." Jean pushed his hands against the table, standing himself up.

"I think your first choice is accounted for," Connie nudged his head towards the trio of childhood friends nearby. He could see Jean's eyebrow twitch but he didn't seem as mad as Connie would've expected.

"Yeah well, it's about time Jaeger grew some balls." He held his hand out over Connie's head.

"I'm pretty sure dancing with me is not the way to solve your problems."

"Not you, asshole." Jean used his hand to slap Connie on the head before holding it out again. "Sasha?"

She made a strange choking noise out of surprise Connie assumed but she still stood up. "This dress makes me look a lot more graceful than I actually am."

"Just don't accidentally kick me and we'll be good."

Sasha shrugged and placed her hand in his. "I can work with that."

"Hey!" Connie shouted as they started to walk away. "She's the only girl at this table, you better share!"

Jean just waved him off but Sasha gave Connie a thumbs up.

"Well, just me and you, Bertholdt." Connie turned around to the other boy just in time to see a woman that rivaled his height dragging him off to the dance floor. Connie sighed and let his head hit his hand once more. Well, this was boring.

Ymir pressed her wine glass to her lips, letting the alcohol into her mouth. Historia sat nearby, her eyes watching over the crowd of people dancing. Ymir had snagged two wine glasses off one the trays from a waiter who walked by but Historia hadn't really touched hers. Ymir didn't care whether Historia drank it or not, Ymir was still enjoying herself; sitting back in her chair with a content sigh she watched the people out on the floor. They all looked ridiculous dancing around in circles, just showing off their fancy clothes, chatting away about who was richer or whatever.

Historia on the other hand seemed a little mesmerized by them. She watched them with a small smile. Well, as long as she was enjoying herself too, even if it was for the opposite reason.

"Look," Historia said, gesturing out to the dance floor. "There's Sasha and Jean."

"Jesus, that one looked like it hurt."

"He seems to be okay." She winced for Jean.

"Yeah unless she gets him again. I'd love to see his excuses for why he can't train tomorrow."

Historia covered her mouth trying to hold back a laugh but it didn't work so well for her. Ymir took another sip from her glass. She was more than happy to sit here with Historia and not be bothered by anyone. It was the first time she felt like she could sit on her ass for a long period of time in ages uncomfortable ass dress and all.

"Ymir?" Historia looked over at her mid sip.

"Hmm?"

"Would you want to dance?"

Ymir had to put down her cup before she choked on it in laughter. "With one of those bastards I don't think so."

"No," Historia said, looking away slightly. "I meant with me. It's not that uncommon for two…friends to share a dance together when all the men are preoccupied." She looked over to meet Ymir's eyes. "Only if you wanted to."

Ymir was feeling perfectly fine just sitting here, sipping at her wine, but she suddenly felt a strong urge to take up Historia's offer. Ymir didn't dance, ever in her life and yet she wanted to. She wasn't about to admit it to anyone but it was solely because how could Ymir say no to her? The thought of dancing with Historia, having her hands on her, was also the very opposite of appalling.

"If it makes you happy," Ymir answered pushing herself up to her feet.

Historia also jumped up to her feet, and held her hand out to Ymir. "Shall we?" she asked, trying to keep a serious face, but her smile was pushing through making her eyes light up and taking away from that attempt at a serious face.

Ymir rolled her eyes, but even she was having a hard time keeping a straight face too. They walked to the edge of the dance floor, not really wanting to be mixed up with everyone, just off to the side in a quiet corner of the room. Historia was a lot shorter than Ymir but not enough to be uncomfortable. She placed a hand on her waist, willing her fingers not to press up against her soft side, while she held out her other hand for Historia to take. She placed her hand on Ymir's shoulder and her other hand right on Ymir's outstretched one.

Ymir didn't actually know any of the dance that was currently going on but she didn't give a shit. She swayed her body to the upbeat music, though she felt a little ridiculous. This was not her forte at all, but Historia had a smile on as she followed whatever shit Ymir was making up on the spot.

That was enough to make Ymir enjoy her night a lot more.

Armin walked back over to the table where his other friends were, but only found Connie left at the table. The poor guy looked like he was going to fall asleep.

"Everyone abandon you?"

Connie nodded his head wearily. "I don't care about that; I just want to eat already. How are they all not passing out yet?" He gestured frantically to all the people dancing.

Armin pulled a chair out next to him and sat down, looking out to the ballroom. There were quite a few people out there; not many were left around the sides of the room.

"You get abandoned too?" Connie asked, putting his head back in his hand.

Armin shook his head. "Nah, I forcibly shoved them away from me." He gestured over to one pair standing a little away from the crowd. Both Eren and Mikasa looked a little bit lost; Eren managed to hold onto her right, his hand on her waist but at an arm's length away from him. Her hand was brushing against his shoulder, the other one being held onto by Eren, but they were both so stiff about it. It was uncomfortable just watching them, let alone being them.

"Come on, Eren," Armin sighed slightly to himself. "Man up already." It wasn't always easy dealing with his two best friends who had been in love with each other for as long as Armin could remember but refused to admit to themselves let alone each other. In fact, it was normally very frustrating.

"He looks like he has the plague," Connie said, leaning forward to get a better look.

Armin snorted. "I expected Mikasa to take the lead, but I think she got a little star struck out there."

Eren was looking around, maybe trying to see what he was doing wrong; hopefully at least. Armin was about one step from sending Connie to go bump into them when he saw Eren slide his hand from her waist to her back, pulling her into him much closer than he before. Mikasa looked surprised from what Armin could tell, but she had a smile on her lips, using her hand on his shoulder to pull herself closer. Eren said something to her, which of course Armin couldn't hear, but that was okay. Mikasa talked back to him, her eyes watching his; at least they stopped looking like they were strangers who never saw each other before; though Armin kinda wondered if it wasn't really too far from the truth.

"Huh," Connie squinted his eyes trying to get a better look. "Mikasa looks really happy; a lot more than I've ever seen her."

She really did. Despite what he knew people thought about Mikasa being emotionless, it wasn't anywhere near the truth. Armin saw her happy, he saw her heartbroken and he saw everything in between; more so than even Eren who Armin knew Mikasa hid a lot of her feelings from.

"She's waited a long time for him." Armin leaned back in his chair.

Eren let her go to spin her around where the music indicated, the rest of the dancers doing the same. He pulled her back in, probably with a little more force than he intended, causing her body to fall right into his, both hands pressed up against his chest. She looked up to him, Armin figured she didn't quite want to move, as Eren reached up to brush some hair out of her face.

Armin had to bite back a grin. He felt like his children were growing up in front of his eyes but it was up to them now. Armin looked over to Connie who wasn't paying attention at all. "Come on," Armin pushed himself up from his seat. "Let's go see if we can find waiters with some food lingering around."

Connie jumped up to his feet. "You don't have to ask me twice."

Armin glanced back over at his friends. They were still swaying to the music, but Eren hadn't let her go from her close proximity. Armin wasn't sure he ever would at this point.

Atta boy.

Mikasa could barely hear the music in the background the way her pulse was pounding in her ears. Her fingers grasped onto the front of his suit as she looked up at him; both his hands were resting on her waist, still keeping her close to him.

"Sorry," he murmured. His apology made Mikasa think he was going to let go, that they'd go back to their at arm's length dance but his grasp on her only got tighter.

She reached her hands up and around his neck, her body following the motions he was making. She was sure they weren't right for whatever dance was playing, but she was having a hard time actually caring. His warm breath was on her face as he looked at her sending chills down her spine, his hands on her bare back making goosebumps rise on her skin.

"Thanks," he said, kicking her out of her thoughts. He had a small smile on his face, one she hadn't seen in a long time.

"For what?"

"For making this stupid thing completely bearable."

Mikasa tried to bite back a laugh but it didn't work. He did have a point; she had a feeling she wouldn't be feeling so light and so carefree for once if it wasn't for him.

"But," Eren spoke again, his eyes locked onto hers though he seemed a little different. "I guess that shouldn't surprise me. You make my life more bearable, make it worth something."

There was no hiding the heat she felt flush her cheeks now. That was…he never talked to her like that before; not since they were children. "Eren?"

His eyes widened, like he understood the implications of what spilt from his mouth. His own cheeks tinted red. "Well, it's the truth. I…" he hesitated, his jaw clenching.

Mikasa watched him carefully; this wasn't like Eren. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched him, as she felt his body stop swaying.

"I couldn't imagine my life without you. Its, um, easy to see when we fight that I don't want anything to happen to you but…" he paused again, reaching a hand up to her cheek, brushing his fingers by. "But even in the everyday. Er, well this isn't really every day but I…"

She couldn't hold in her smile at his words, though he seemed to be struggling with them. Mikasa wasn't much of a talker either, so she understood the difficulty he must be having; she thought it might be best to put him out of his misery.

"I know," she said, nodding to let him know it was okay. "I understand."

Eren leaned his head down, pressing his forehead to hers; his breath on her lips. "I know you do, better than anyone I'm sure." He tilted his head slightly, his lips just barely brushing hers, like he was unsure of what to do; unsure if this was okay.

Mikasa met his lips with such force she thought she was gonna knock him over. She felt him gasp against her mouth but he didn't pull away; he reached his other hand up to hold onto her face as she felt his lips move with hers. Her heart was pounding in her chest, heat filling her body.

She pulled away from him slightly, but still keeping her face close. His cheeks were tinted red, but there was a grin on his lips while his hands held onto her, seemingly unwilling to let go. She reached her hand up to place it on top of his.

"You really do look beautiful tonight."

"When did you get so smooth, Eren Jaeger?" she murmured, well aware her own cheeks were flushed.

"It's the suit."

Mikasa laughed as his hands dropped back to her waist. She reached her arms back around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. His body started to move once more, swaying hers to the soft beat of the music. She felt her age for once. Just a girl; no uniform, no weapons, no fighting, just dancing with the one boy whose arms she was happy to be in. She was more than ready for this night to last for as long as it could.

No one had really wanted to talk to Levi, which wasn't too surprising; they were too busy over getting in line to dance with Erwin next. Levi, on the other hand, was leaning up against a table keeping an eye on those shitty brats so they didn't embarrass him. Most of them seemed to be doing okay. He had already watched Jean, with a slight limp in his step, hand over Sasha to Connie who wasn't very graceful stuffing his face with some of the food he found with Armin; maybe Connie would've better luck dancing with Sasha. Reiner seemed to be rather popular with the women, of all ages, but Bertholdt couldn't seem to get away from the woman who had never met a man her height before; Levi only hoped he didn't start sweating on her or some shit. He couldn't see Ymir and Historia but he figured they found some dark corner of the room to live in. Of course, Eren and Mikasa were acting disgusting on the dance floor like he figured they would.

"Keeping a close eye on everyone I see."

Levi glanced over to Erwin who had come to lean on the table next to him. "Yeah, rather beat them myself than have them being embarrassing."

"They seem to be getting along just fine. I've heard many compliments on their behavior for being the youngest ones in the room." Erwin looked over to Levi, a smile on his lips. "All thanks to them being terrified of you."

"Whatever works."

Erwin chuckled, crossing his arms across his chest. "Everything else seems to be going well. I've talked to many people tonight and they seem to have a more positive light for us now."

"Just get us the damn money and I'll be happy."

"Are you even gonna try and enjoy yourself?" Erwin turned to look at him again, one eyebrow arched.

"I am."

"You aren't and neither is she." Erwin gestured off to the side causing Levi to follow Erwin's hand, but Levi already knew who was sitting there; he had been keeping an eye on her too. Hanji was there for a while, sitting down in her chair, looking out over the room. She didn't give any indication of being upset, but she didn't really look all that thrilled either.

"I'm not Hanji's babysitter," Levi said.

"You aren't anyone's babysitter, Levi. I never asked you to be so stop avoiding actually trying to have a little fun."

Levi chose not to respond, he merely looked back out to the ballroom, but of course Erwin didn't want to give up that easy.

His commander leaned in, his voice low. "I don't think I need to explain to you what it's like to regret all the things you could've done once it's too late."

Dammit. Erwin had to pull that card. He really was a bastard of a commander but one who was right. Levi wasn't about to admit that to him though.

"Fine," Levi grunted, turning around before he had to bear witness to Erwin's smug face. He walked over to where Hanji was paying no attention at all from her seat. He didn't even bother trying to get her to look he just extended his hand to her. "Come on."

Hanji jumped in her seat a little, clearly surprised. She looked to his hand and up to him, blinking as her eyebrows furrowed. "Levi, wh-"

"Are you coming or not?"

She placed her hand in his as he helped her up onto his feet and led her out to the dance floor. One hand on her waist, the one still holding her hand raised and he started to lead her into the dance.

"What's gotten into you?" Hanji asked, still eyeing him.

Levi arched an eyebrow at her. "It's rather boring standing there doing nothing. Just as I figure it was boring sitting there doing nothing as well."

Hanji didn't deny it.

"Besides," Levi grunted. "I thought it was a shame you got all dressed up and were sitting alone."

She let out a loud laugh. "Bullshit, Levi. I know you. You can't even begin to fool me. It was Erwin wasn't it?"

"Yeah, he's a conniving bastard."

A smile was still pulling at her lips. "Thank you for trying."

He let her go, letting her spin out and back into him. He had been to enough of these stupid things to know how this went. "I still don't know why you were sitting alone. It's not like you don't look better than half these hags here."

Hanji chuckled, as her hand landed on his shoulder again. "I appreciate that but my reputation precedes me. I don't think they want to have a conversation with someone like me."

Levi snorted. "Then they're the ones missing out."

Hanji looked surprised for a moment. He didn't know why, he was only telling her the truth. Yeah she liked some weird ass things, but that didn't take away from herself as a person. He'd trust his life with her. That wasn't something he did with everyone.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"You can be really sweet when you want to be, you know."

"Shut the hell up."

Ymir really wasn't that great at dancing, but Historia figured she wasn't much better. They basically just swayed back and forth on the spot, with a dip once or twice from Ymir who thought her face looked funny when she did. Historia laughed as Ymir pulled her back up. No one bothered them, no one even really noticed them and for once it was nice. She felt like her uniform, that symbol on her back always gave her unwanted attention, but here she could just be happy, even if just for the night.

"You're a horrible dancer you know," Historia laughed, placing her hands around Ymir's neck again.

"Like you're miss twinkle toes either. I think I'm gonna have bruises from how many times you've stepped on my feet."

Historia slapped Ymir on the shoulder, but she was still grinning; it was hard not to. She could stay here all night just swaying with Ymir, laughing.

Until the music stopped that was.

Historia turned to squint at the stage, some guy was talking and most everyone was leaving the dance floor to various tables set off to the side.

"Looks like we can finally eat," Ymir said, but she hadn't let go of Historia yet.

As hungry as she was, she had been having plenty of fun without an interruption like this; sitting down around a table with a bunch of people seemed to be the opposite of fun. She looked up to Ymir.

"Don't look at me like that," Ymir mumbled. "You know someone's gonna come looking if we don't show our shining faces."

Historia let out a huff of breath that blew her bangs up a little bit causing Ymir to crack a grin. "After you, c'mon, let's make sure those goons don't embarrass themselves."

She nodded and followed after Ymir, but Historia hoped there would be another round of dancing after dinner.

Everyone had made the way back to their seats but Jean was already sitting down. Sasha was a nice girl but, Jesus, was he gonna have bruises on his shins, and his thigh? He shook his head. He was more than ready to eat.

"Don't eat like the asses you all can be," Levi warned as Armin sat down next to Jean, Sasha and Connie sitting down on the other side of him. "And don't over eat. If you think I'm catering to any of you if you get sick you have another fucking thing coming."

"Bon appetite," Jean muttered causing a choked laugh from Connie. Well, at least he seemed to have fair better with Queen of the Legs over there. For the first time all night he saw Ymir and Historia sit down at their table. Where had those two been all night? Reiner plopped down on a chair before Jean got a chance to ask.

"Those women are relentless."

"It's not their fault you're built like some god of their dreams or some shit," Ymir snorted, leaning her arm on the table.

Reiner opened his mouth to argue but he seemed to like the term god of their dreams because he didn't say another word on the matter. Figures.

"Where's Bertholdt?" Sasha asked, peering out into the room.

"Here, sorry," he panted jogging over to take his seat at the table. "I didn't think she was gonna let go. Ever."

Must be oh so difficult for you. Jean rolled his eyes. Why did those two end up with all the women and all he got were bruises? Granted, it hadn't been all that bad; Sasha was funny and entertaining at least. Jean was still holding out that Eren would take his eyes off Mikasa for two seconds so he could ask her for…a dance…Where the hell were they anyway?

"Hey, where're Eren and Mikasa?" There was no one left on the dance floor, and all the other tables seemed full, just the two empty seats at their table.

"Huh," Connie said. "I dunno, haven't seen them since they were dancing."

Jean tried to stand up in his seat to get a better look of the room, but Levi's hand came clamping down on his shoulder pushing him back down into his chair.

With a grunt, Jean turned to Armin. "You always know where they are. When was the last time you saw them?"

Armin got that look on his face, one Jean had seen a few times had that grin on his face, those knowing eyes. "Jean, I don't think you should ask questions that you don't want the answers to."

Sasha clasped her hand over her mouth nearby, while someone, Jean wasn't quite sure, tried to stifle a laugh.

"Don't be shitty with me. I want the answer. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

Armin shrugged, that grin still on his lips. "Last time I saw them, they were by the front doors. Eren seemed to be enjoying Mikasa's dress, since most of it was hiked up in his hands as he pulled her through the doors."

The table erupted in mock gasps and laughter.

"Shut up, you shit heads," Levi called over from his spot nearby.

"Aren't you gonna go after them or something!" Jean gestured to the doors but Levi's expression didn't change.

"Fuck no. I'm too busy to go deal with some horny brats. They can find their way back." He had his hand on Hanji's back as he led her over to their own table with Erwin.

Jean's head hit his palm that was propped up by his elbow on the table. Well, at least some people were enjoying their damn night; a little bit too much if he had anything to say about it.

"Your face…Jean," Connie choked with laughter and Jean wished he had something to throw at him.

"Cheer up," Armin said, slapping a hand on Jean's shoulder. "Maybe Reiner can share his lady friends with you."

"I'll dance with you again," Sasha offered up as well.

"You can keep the one who keeps dancing with me," Bertholdt said. "No really. Please."

Jean snorted; though he wasn't sure if it was disapproval or laughter.

"The night is still young," Armin shrugged, though his eyes glanced over to the people bringing out the food to all the tables.

They were right. After all, there was still much more to happen, or go wrong however you wanted to look at it and knowing this group go wrong was more likely. "As long as Jaeger doesn't come back with some smug ass look on his face so I don't kick him in the face."

Armin snorted. "That's not likely."

Well, at least the rest of the night would be interesting, Jean couldn't complain there.