Faith [Eren x Reader]

Perfect Crime

HEY!!! BEFORE YOU READ!!!!!!!
WARNINGS: lots of drugs usage and hella drugged up sex! you are WARNED!
also please please please listen to the after hours album by the weeknd while reading it DOES make a difference! thanks! enjoy!

You were a partier, but only on special occasions. This included: birthdays, holidays, and Friday nights. Your favorite party, however, was always New Year's Eve. The new year's anticipation had everyone in a good mood, and you always managed to get the perfect amount of fucked up. When one of your closest friends suggested heading to New York City for New Year's Eve, you did not spare one second of hesitation to reply with a firm yes.

The party was in the biggest penthouse you had ever seen, as someone with dirty money hosted it. The view from the glass pane windows overlooking the city lights and fireworks was beyond breathtaking. When taking your first step into the loud and crowded party, it seemed like the people around you froze as you stared out to the view. Bodies were bustling against yours, and you were brought back to reality by your friend, Deja, grabbing your arm and dragging you away.

"Let's get fucked uuuup!" She shouts over the music and pulls a bottle of Hennesy out of her purse. You don't know how it fit in there, but you smiled in reply and popped the lid off. The first swig was always the worst as the bitter taste of alcohol nestled into your empty stomach. You were planning on having an unforgettable night, which you probably will forget about the next morning.

Someone's elbow managed to jab you as you were taking your last few gulps, half the bottle already being diminished between the two of you, and you whip your head around to see who had bumped into you. A man with hair pulled back into a loose bun apologized with a smile and went about his business.

"Did you know that guy?" You ask Deja, and she nods eagerly, screwing the lid back on the bottle and shoving it back into her purse.

"His name is Eren, I think he's hosting, but I'm not sure." She yells into your ear, and you nod to confirm you heard her. "Do you think he's cute?" You nod once more, already feeling the buzz from the alcohol starting to kick in. The music's bump and flow were hitting just right, and you sink into the dancing crowd.

Deja stays close to you, of course, and you manage to grind and dance with a few other hotties. The feel of a person rubbing against you from behind and someone else getting low in front of you felt so good. When it came to dancing, you loved to get lost in the groove, even if you looked stupid. There was no shame to be had—everyone was having a good time, and no one cared about what you were doing.

You eventually become tired and feel sweaty from the dance floor and squeeze your way out of the crowd back to the bar counter. People were seated doing lines and smoking, and you being you, try to weasel your way into getting freebies. You straighten your back out and hold your head high as you pour yourself a grey goose and cranberry juice mix.

"There are so many options better than that." A voice from beside you interrupts your pouring, and you set down the grey goose bottle. It's the same guy from earlier, Eren. You hadn't even noticed him standing next to you.

"Like what?" You give him a little sass, to tell him you're okay with being flirty. He cocks an eyebrow and leans into your ear, inhaling. You almost expect to say something scandalous, like 'you' or 'me.'

"I have hella weed in my room if you want? I'm keeping it on the DL." He pulls away, telling you he has you flustered. You raise your solo cup to your lips and pretend to consider his offer even though you know your answer.