“Bottoms up!” Ymir declares heartily, clinking a mug of wine with Reiner before she grabs the back of Christa’s head.

“Ymir— Mmph!” Christa tries to protest before Ymir starts to practically pour the wine down her throat, getting it all over her clothes and her chin as she sputters and chokes.

“There we go, Christa!” Ymir laughs at her friends suffering, loving to give her a hard time.

It had been a quiet night in the barracks, that was until Reiner and Ymir came back, sneaking in a crate with three large bottles of wine they knocked from an Ale house. Despite the two of them only being 17 they looked old enough to be let into those places.

You were never one for such indulgences, coming from a rather strict village. But you were also never one to ruin someone else’s fun because of your upbringing. You stand next to Reiner and Bertholdt as the two talk over their mugs of wine (Bertholdt really only drinking because Reiner encouraged him to).

That was until you saw Ymir with Christa and Sasha. Ymir was practically drowning Christa with wine. You sigh, excusing yourself from your conversation with Jean and Marco before walking over to them.

“Come on, Church Mouse…” Ymir drawls out, no longer smiling once you’ve pulled her mug away from Christa. “Lighten up a little…”