𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐍 || eren jaeger

28

a/n: 4.7k words... yall in for it lmao

the underground nightclub and bar was dim, strobe lights slowly alternating around the room, the deep bass of the rap music reverberated throughout your body as you and ashanti walked in. the atmosphere was high and upbeat, dozens of drunken bodies on the dance floor to your left, grinding and gyrating on each other without a single care in the world.

"ouu this place is a vibe~" ashanti exclaims, whipping out her phone to snap a picture of the pinterest-worthy ambiance of the venue, and you follow suit with a quick boomerang of your own, tagging the location and uploading it to your story.

"ugh i wish kimora were here to see this, we're boutta get sooo fucked up tonight, i can feel it in my hair follicles," ashanti sang, and you look at her crazily.

"bitch? are you sure you're not already drunk?" you ask as you narrow your eyes at her.

"i may or may not have had a shot or two before coming, but that's not the point~" she giggled, pulling you gently over to a pair of barstools lined up in front of the bar. you lay your phone face down and place your crossbody purse on your lap, while ashanti calls for the bartender.

a short, lightskin female with long hair and a fitted tank top comes over, the top hugging her slim waist as her hips naturally sway with every step. she adjusts the small fanny pack that sat around her waist as she leaned in, and you notice her face decorated with light freckles as her features caught the light. you thought she was absolutely stunning, and ashanti didn't hesitate to comment on it.

"oh shit, i think i'm gay," ashanti confessed out loud, and the woman chuckled a bit as she pulled her notepad and pen out.

"what can i get for you pretty ladies tonight?"she said in her velvety voice, her full eyelashes batting as she stared at the both of you in expectance.

"well if i can't have you, i guess i'll just have a rum and coke," ashanti sighed, mock disappointment on her face, and the bartender giggles again as you nudged your bestie, rolling your eyes.

"can i just have a pomegranate martini please? light on the alcohol," you raise your voice a little to be heard over the music.

the bartender nods and writes the order down in her notepad, "do you guys want some food? we've got a grill upstairs if you like," she asks, looking from ashanti to you. you and ashanti glance at each other, silently agreeing, you weren't starving, but you knew you needed to eat to be able to ingest alcohol without the negative effects.

"could we just get an order of fries please? ketchup on the side too," you said politely, and the bartender obliged, a smile appearing on her face, "let me just get your drinks first." the bartender says as she walks towards the drink towers.

"light on the alcohol? you're no fun," ashanti complained as she pouts at you, and you playfully roll your eyes, "well someone has to be at least a little sober, how are we gonna call a ride back home if neither of us can even think straight?" you replied, and your bestfriend shrugged, begrudgingly agreeing with you.

even though you were ultimately the reason why y'all went on this impulsive night out, you were still the older of the two, and in turn, more responsible. so even if you didn't get to drink to your hearts content—and lord knows you really needed it—, you at least wanted to make it up to ashanti for your behavior the past week.