FRIENDS ➳ jean kirstein

004. SPIN THE BOTTLE

Charlie - October 31, 2020
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Excuse the somewhat crude detailing, but Charlie had to admit she was a little impressed that Eren managed to satisfy her in the short seven minutes that they spent locked inside Connie's closet. They still had a few seconds left to spare when Charlie came down from her high, clinging to Eren like her life depended on it, all the while he buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing tenderly at her burning skin.

"You okay?" Eren asked, placing Charlie carefully back on her feet. Although she felt perfectly fine—and she nodded to confirm this—Eren must have still had the nagging worry that her legs would give out beneath her, so he kept a firm hand on her waist as she pulled back on her shirt, then he fixed his trousers and pulled on his jacket.

He had just finished dressing when the door rattled, key turning in the lock, and swung open. Even the purple glow of the LED lights was harsh on their eyes after the dimness of the closet. Connie grinned between the two of them, drinking in what he thought was a hilarious sight of flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair.

While Connie thumped Eren on the back, Charlie's eyes scanned the spacious living room, skimming over Jean Kirstein and Sasha Braus, who were deep in conversation. Armin and Annie had vanished entirely.

"Where's Armin?" Charlie questioned Connie as she and Eren crossed the floor, dropping into their seats from before.

Connie snorted. "He didn't exactly want to sit around and listen to his sister—" His sentence stopped there, but he made a vulgar movement with his hands, resulting in Charlie shoving his shoulder and him collapsing into a fit of laughter.

"You were a little loud," Mikasa confirmed, quirking an eyebrow, her lips twitching. She grabbed Charlie's bottle of vodka from the table and passed it to her, meanwhile Eren draped his arm around Charlie's shoulder.

"Alright, who's next?" Connie said loudly.

Another spin later, and Sasha Braus was slipping inside the closet with a girl from Charlie's biology class whose name she didn't even remotely know. Connie had offered to take Sasha's turn, gazing almost longingly at the girl, but Sasha declined. So Connie turned the thumping music down, and everyone listened closely for seven whole minutes, but there was no racket or lewd sounds from the closet. When the pair emerged after their set time, they were smiling like they had just had a rather pleasant conversation.

Connie looked somewhat disappointed, but he quickly perked up, rounding on Jean Kirstein and pushing the empty bottle towards him.

"Jean, you're up."

Kirstein rolled his eyes dramatically but, nevertheless, he reached out and gave the bottle a spin. As it wheeled around, Eren leaned closer to Charlie, pressing his lips to her ear and whispering, "Imagine it stopped on Connie."

Amused at the prospect of Kirstein and Springer's horrified expressions, Charlie laughed before bringing her bottle of vodka to her mouth. She drank, watched, eyes widening as the spinning bottle came to a slow and steady stop.

A whistle sounded from one of the other couches. Charlie looked around sharply, searching for the source of the sound. She wasn't at all surprised to see that it was Floch Forster, the only person in the world that Charlie thought was as insufferable as Jean Kirstein.

"Oh, Jaeger's not going to be too happy with that," Floch chortled, a devilish grin plastered on his face. "This should be interesting."

And he was right. The bottle was pointing vaguely at Charlie, but it also could've been pointing at the brunette girl who was seated next to her. Charlie felt Eren's hand clamp down more firmly on her shoulder.