𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳]

011

eren: where aree yuo?

seeing the text, you sit up in bed and your eyebrows draw together in confusion.

it's obvious he's drunk given the easy spelling errors, and he'd only texted you about 10 minutes ago. what if he needed your help or was in some kind of trouble?

you shake your head and put your phone back face down on the bedside table. if he was in some kind of issue he would have to handle it himself. you'd just gotten into bed and 

you're right on the brink of sleep when you hear the familiar repetitive whir of your phone ringing. with a groan you roll out of your, ready to yell at a telemarketer when you see different name lighting the screen.

eren.

"god this better be good," you mutter before picking up. 

"hello."

"hello?" you hear in response.

"i'm sorry did you not call me at," you pause to look over at your alarm clock, "-2:00 in the morning?" you say with annoyance. 

on the other end of the line, eren giggles. 

"sorry i just wanted to hear your voice," he says so nonchalant. you feel your stomach flip with a strange feeling before stifling it.

"well you've heard it so bye," you say and move to hang up.

"wait!" you hear being shouted from your phone. you put the phone back up to your ear.

"what."

"where are you," he asks, you can hear the smile in his slurred speech. 

"i'm at home," you reply shortly. 

"well," he says, dragging out the 'l', "where's home?" he asks and you roll your eyes.

"none of your business," you reply shortly. 

his voice shifts to a slightly deeper tone, "but i want to see you," he says.

you sigh, "eren what do you want?"

"i just told you i want to see you."

"okay well i don't want to see you, so if that's all then i'm going to hang up now," you tell him.

"nooo," he practically whines into the phone. he must be really drunk if he's acting this way. 

"eren where are you? is everything okay?" 

"i'm great, but you know what would make me feel even better?" he takes a dramatic pause, "if i could see you," he finishes, smile evident in his voice. 

"well tell me where you are," you sigh in exasperation, "i'll come pick you up if you need to get home," you tell him. you couldn't just let him wander drunkenly around the city, especially since he was your partner. yes he annoyed the shit out of you, but you knew that you wouldn't dance the same with anyone else in the company. 

you begrudgingly move to grab your things. 

"well if you really wanna know so bad," he starts and you wanna strangle him, "i'm where we first met," he says in a much more suggestive tone of voice. you pause. 

"okay well stay there, i'm on my way," you answer shortly, determined not to convey any emotion he could take the wrong way because, as you've quickly learned, when he gains an inch he takes a mile. you hang up before he can say anything else to make you flustered.

you throw on sweats and make your way out of the apartment and into the cold night air. you should've brought a thicker jacket. 

the club is only a couple blocks from your apartment so the walk shouldn't be too difficult, but with the biting cold creeping deeper into your body you're starting to regret offering your help more and more.