Another tipsy teenager accidentally elbows Levi in the back: that's the second one tonight, and he's only been at this damn party for a couple hours. With an irritable scoff and a glare that could throw daggers, he shoves them away again, muttering something about personal space and people touching his clean clothing, before settling back into his position sitting on the carpet, lazily leaning back onto his hands as he observes the game going on infront of him with a distinct lack of interest.

This isn't the first party Levi has gone to, but he still feels out of place in the loud, overwhelming atmosphere. The dim lights, the pounding music, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke and sweat... that was already pushing him to his limits, let alone the number of people stuffed into one pitiful student accommodation. It's safe to assume that, given the choice, he would have never shown up to any parties, were it not for Hange dragging him along every time. Sitting next to him now, leaning against him heavily, a drunk Hange is telling him some story he's already heard fifty times before while giggling hysterically, clutching their beer bottle like it's going to run away from them. Levi eyes it for a second, debating taking it away from them, before deciding it isn't worth the argument. He busies himself sipping from his own cup, a lemonade vodka mix that's definitely more vodka than mixer, as he nods absentmindedly to what they're slurring about. He isn't listening, not really. If it weren't for the heavy alcohol dulling his senses slightly, he might have already given up on being their emotional support and made the walk back to his own student dorm.

An empty beer bottle suddenly spins in the circle of people they are a part of, the dim coloured light catching the glass for a second: clearly someone else is taking their turn. He watches with narrowed eyes as the bottle stills, a few drunken oohs ensuing before some girl he doesn't know leans over the circle, lazily holding a bottle of something, and kisses another girl he vaguely recognises from one of his classes, lips parting and- Levi looks away, exhaling like he's testing the warmth from the alcohol on his breath. He could never see the appeal of this dumb game. And letting drunk teenagers at dead of night play it? An even worse situation.

"Was this really worth the free drinks?" he grumbles to Hange, hearing no response over the music. He glances to his side and realises with a jolt that they're simply not there anymore. Damn. His blood runs cold despite the alcohol in his system as he sits up, eyes immediately scanning the crowded students sitting and standing around, a small tch leaving his lips as he realises he has no idea where Hange has gone. Have they snuck off to a bathroom to throw up again...? "Your turn, handsome~" Levi is rudely separated from his thoughts as he hears that, gaze snapping forwards again with flustered confusion as the girl from before practically leans over him, pushing the empty beer bottle into his hand before he can even retort. She giggles drunkenly at the sight of his alarmed expression before sitting back into her spot in the circle again, and suddenly Levi finds himself being stared at expectantly by some of the other players, a couple whispering to each other before laughing, some clearly distracted and instead pouring shots into bottle lids on the carpet.

"No," he says bluntly, trying to stand up before a couple people grab his arms, dragging him back down to the carpet again while begging him to stay and play. Levi shoves them off, sitting for a second to feel his head throb from the alcohol, before sighing and leaning forwards, spinning the bottle in the centre of the circle with way too much force than was needed. He's already pissed off from Hange leaving him to fend for himself, and how he has this shit to deal with too. Great. It's just one kiss, I'll get it over with quickly and be done with it, he thinks, eyebrows furrowed with annoyance as he watches the bottle blur beneath his gaze, hazy with inebriation.