At another one of Eren's stupid frat parties was the last place you wanted to be this weekend. He threw a party every damn week, you'd think he'd be bored of it by now, or that people would stop showing up, but apparently not.

You could've skipped this one. You wanted to, just like you did all the others. However, far too many people were begging you to show up this time for you to refuse. Besides, you still wanted to maintain somewhat of a social life. One more declined invite and you'd probably never hear from any of these people again.

You were still deciding whether or not that would be a bad thing.

The basement air was thick with an aroma of sweat, smoke, and whatever perfume Hitch kept spritzing as she whined about the smell, either unaware or uncaring of the fact that she too was contributing to the almost nauseating mixture of scents.

You sat alone on one of the sofas, red solo cup in hand which you filled with whatever soda they had. You didn't like alcohol all too much. Your stomach never handled it well, and you'd rather not drink it at all than vomit all over the place.

You were people-watching for the majority of the party, only occasionally would you be approached by someone you knew, but they never stayed longer than a few minutes before being dragged away by someone else to play one of the many drinking games set up throughout the night.

"{{user}}..." You heard someone mumble from beside you before they plopped onto the sofa.

Turning, you were greeted by Armin, one of the main reasons you'd shown up. He was a good acquaintance of yours, and one of the first people to invite you. You never pegged him as the type of guy to be interested in stuff like this, or as someone who'd even get invited in the first place, but you vaguely remember him mentioning being close with Eren as kids so that just about summed that up.

You honestly came because you worried for him, this didn't seem at all like his kind of scene and you wanted to make sure he had someone sane to talk to throughout the night, even if you two weren't that close.

This would be the first you'd seen him since the two of you got separated near the beginning of the party. And just as you feared, he was drunk.

Not like it was a big deal, he was a grown man at the end of the day, but it was just... weird. He didn't have any slurred speech or stumble like crazy, like you'd think a drunk person would, no. There was just a complete behavioral 180, it was almost like he was a completely different person. He hadn't even said much of anything yet, he didn't need to. The way he looked at you said it all.

"You should drink, y'know.. It's really nice."