Lilac Wine | Levi Ackerman

Whiskey Business

A/N: Chapter 2! Sidenote I'm uploading this fic from AO3 where my user is Erenjaegerselbow. More Levi content >:)) Tattooed Levi headcanons are just >>> and you're gonna learn more about his tattoos and what they mean soon enough!

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One thing you hate about tired-you is that you never remember to close the goddamn curtains.

You were painfully reminded of that fact the morning after your rendezvous at the club, being blinded by lazy Sunday morning light. Your eyes were rimmed with black, forgotten eyeliner, and your dress was wrinkled halfway up your stomach. You groaned. Guess I better wash up.

But before you could even stand, you received a loud pinging text from your phone, startling you out of your wits.

"Who the hell is texting me at 8 in the morning?!" you grumbled to yourself, picking up the device. It was an unknown number.

Unknown: Yo! Have any plans this Thursday night? U can come by before our shift and meet the rest of our lil gang

You furrowed your brow in confusion, wondering why some stranger would want to know your schedule, before remembering the events of the night before, including your long exchange with Hange, who the number must be. You hummed in recollection, changing her contact name and texting back in fervor.

Y/N: Hi! Yeah, I think I'm free. I'll drop by the club to hang. Mayb I'll bring some1.

Hange sent a thumbs-up emoji in response and you shut off the phone, opting to go back to sleep instead of actually rising early. That is, you wanted to go back to sleep, but as soon as your head hit the pillow a loud knock hit your door, causing a groan to rip from your throat. Cheshire entered gracefully, sporting obviously someone else's clothing and a large, sly grin.

"G'morning sweetheart," she mused, smirking down at your defeated form on the bed. "I had a fantastically average night. I do wanna hear about yours, though, and the hottie bartender you were chatting up." You grimaced, sitting up.

"When'd you get back, Chesh?"

"Just now. He lived pretty close. Let's eat some breakfast." She dragged you from your spot with gusto, eager for some of your famous (Name)-style eggs. You made them, and after Cheshire practically inhaled her omelet, you told her the story of your night, making sure not to miss the details about the creep, how awful your high school friends were for leaving you, Levi's attractive intensity, and Hange's antics. Once you finished the story, you looked over at your roommate and best friend who was practically on the edge of her chair and about to topple over. She always had been a sucker for some good drama, -- that, and hot people who were also major douchebags-- especially when it came to your usually uninspiring life experiences.

"Oh my god. Oh my GOD! This guy Levi totally saved your ass! Ooh, this is juicy stuff. You so have to talk to him again," she squealed, placing both hands firmly on your knees. You half smiled at her, plucking her persistent fingers off.

"Don't worry, I will. Hange invited me back to the club this Thursday so I can meet some of the other people she's friends with, including Levi." You noticed her gleaming eyes and you knew that look all too well. "You can come with if you wa-" "YAY! I'm excited. And honestly, this Hange girl sounds kinda rad. Should I try to tap that?" You smirked, snickering at her blatant disregard for nice, committed relationships in favor of a quick fuck.

"Sure thing, Chesh. You guys are actually pretty similar, now that I think about it. I bet you would have a fun time with her. I'll put in a good word if Hange's interested in women." She clapped you on the back, sending you a closed-eyed smile before retreating into the bathroom.