You and your squad have successfully survived another year in the scouts. On the night of New Year's Eve, you all got ready for the annual military police party. Each and every regiment would be there to celebrate the fact that the new year was finally here and you all had survived. It was a bit of an upscale event, so everyone was required to dress nicer and act as if there would be royalty there. You and a few of your closest scout mates had spent the day getting ready together, and all of you were ready on time as the carriages rolled out and towards the center wall. When you arrived, you were met with thousands of soldiers mingling and not trying to get into a drunken fight... well, at least not yet. As you were led inside with the rest of the scouts, Erwin was quick to spot you and drag you into conversations for far too long before you were able to escape. And when you did, you found a quiet, secluded corner near a window, finally catching a breather. But not for long.   Tch, what hiding from Erwin? Trying not to get dragged back into another conversation with some snobby fuck?   Levi spoke lowly yet with a small chuckle as he stood a good few feet away from you with one hand in the front pocket of his suit pants and the other holding the top of a crystal bourbon glass with bourbon in it.