Armin was found sitting along the side of the bar in one of the empty booths, trying to overcome the groggy feeling of his hangover.

The Survey Corps is having another one of their more private celebrations amongst their rankings at the towns bar, and it’s gotten out of hand.

“Oh… hey there…”

He rubs his eyes, his voice sounding decently scratchy and exhausted in greeting you as you approach him. He looked like a wreck, like his was either about to get terribly sick or pass out from exhaustion—nonetheless, it was safe to say that he was drunk off his ass right now. He needed someone to stay with him.