AN: Please direct your hate at me for this chapter. Love, Bookie 🗿
TRIGGER ⚠️: this chapter contains mentions of abuse and substance abuse. Viewer discretion is advised.
-(Credit goes to the artist for the art. HE SO FACKING FINE)
"The game is simple. This is the "Story Starters game" and the original rules to this game apply"
Everyone in the room either made a sound of understanding, others said nothing while others made comments such as:
Oh..is that it?
This should be easy
Didn't this game's popularity decline in like.. the '80s?
Connie rolled his eyes because he could clearly hear the remarks. Clearing his throat, he interrupted their thoughts "Anyways, the catch is, the more you refuse to add on to the story, the more you drink"
"Oh? that shouldn't be too bad," Ymir chimed in confidently, a bit too loud for everyone to hear while she pretended to lean back in her imaginary chair to place her arm around Historia who sheepishly rolled her eyes.
"HMMM, are you forgetting I'm not good with my alcohol?" you intruded on which Ymir sucked her tooth, shrugging. "Take little sips. I promise you'll do well. You're a tough cookie"
"I'd like to agree. " You quickly turned to Armin, who nervously finished his sentence. "I a-agree with y-you. Not Ymir" he now set his attention on Connie who posed on top of the table, his arms crossed across his chest as his head swerving dangled the earring attached to his ear.
Armin gave him a condescending glare. "Half of us are not at the legal age to drink"
"I'm truly concerned about the number of people that enjoy alcohol. It's kinda bland. Just saying," Sasha stated, scrunching her bag before throwing it near the closest bin.
"Also, I thought we were playing spin the bottle. " Historia pointed at the bottle in the middle of the room and you could hear some murmurs of agreement.
"What is your thought process, Connie? Are you trying to get a bunch of freshmen/sophomores in trouble?" Sasha added, glaring at Connie, who avoided her gaze, mean-mugging her to shut up.
"THIS is not my first rodeo"
His eyes shifted to the bottle, then back to Armin. "And I changed my mind on the game. " He cleared his throat "Plus, we'll be fine. We got Natasha. " He gestured toward her.
Natasha was just sitting, looking back at everyone while guggling even more of her drink. Her eyes searched for that one individual she wanted attention from but to no avail, he always refused to look.
"Y-yeah. Right. I got y'all or wha-tever"
Eren finally spoke, sighing from both annoyance and exhaustion. " Bro, was this truly the only game you could think of? Not against it, but.."
"WELL, IT WAS THAT OR WATCHING Y'ALL SWALLOW EACH OTHER'S FACE PLAYING HORNY GAMES LIKE 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN," Connie screeched as he sat on the bar " Which frankly is weird and I do not wanna see you..in those acts. You're pretty okay, but no. "
He made his whole body display this exaggerated sign of disgust, pretending to get shivers.
The college students simply laughed from the interaction while Eren rolled his eyes, catching sight of your obvious exhaustion, but he wasn't sure what it was. He couldn't help but keep glancing at you, analyzing your whole aura.
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