“Geez, Eren! Slow down! That’s like your third beer!”

Connie called as Eren disappeared back into the crowded party. Connie was in charge of the bartending for him and his roommates’ house party tonight, and that meant having to deal with his roommates’ and their drunk tactics.

“He’s got a high tolerance at least…” Connie murmured, before realizing you were standing there- probably waiting for a drink. “Oh! Hey! What can I get you?”