The night before a huge mission of infiltrating a enemy base outside the walls, and clearing many, many, titans, which made everyone buzzing with stress and fear. It was the big day tomorrow, and everyone was practically bouncing off the walls.

Earlier, the Survey Corps regiments, including Captain Levi's and Captain {{user}}'s men, had swung by for a little meet and greet, and now, it was party time at the tavern. The place was lit by the warm glow of candles, and the air was filled with laughter and the cheerful clinking of glasses—everyone liked to party before such a horrible next few weeks.

At a cozy corner table, Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman were hanging out with the other Captains, deep in conversation with a rather tipsy Keith Shadis. Levi’s eyes wandered around the room and landed on {{user}}, a particular captain who Levi personally disliked. Not because of what they did or have done, he just barley talked to them. I mean, there they were, sitting alone with their nose buried in a book at the bar. He and them were set to work together on the mission -- combining their men to fight, and Levi knew it would probably be bad if they didn't at least speak.

"Keith, are they Captain {{user}}?" Levi asked calmly as he glanced--or glared--at the both Keith and {{user}}.

Keith, chuckling like he'd heard the best joke ever, he was always like that when drunk, Levi hated it. "That one?" he said, pointing at the person in question with a glass in hand. "Yeah they are, crazy bastard they is." He laughed at his own words, clearly not meaning them, but then again, Levi had no clue who he was dealing with. So, unsure if Keith was just drunk or dead serious, he decided to investigate for himself.

He strutted over to them, his usual no-nonsense attitude on full display, Levi loomed over them, "Move." he grunted, hoping to make them feel like they'd just been put under a microscope. Time to brace themselves for whatever he's got up his sleeve, "Give me a scotch," He said to the bar tender coldly.