ILOMILO, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳．

XII

𝘍𝘖𝘖𝘓𝘚
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－𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 －

your hips swayed to the beat, while sipping on your sixth sex on the beach. the lights moved slower, vision blurry and disoriented. people in the club with hands in the air and touch all on each other.

"see i told you that you'd have fun!" mikasa laughs, rubbing her hands down your arm. the girl was drunk and very touchy. but you didn't mind. feeling the beat of the song, you continue to dance without a car in the world. no matter how much the ground beneath you felt like jello.

whilst stumbling from the crowd, you found yourself at the bar again, glass empty, hopeful. the bartender gave you and raised eyebrow, leaning over the counter as he began to speak with you.

"can" hiccup. "i get another sex onnnn the beach!" you plea, not able to fully stay still. your body rocking from side to side.

"hm, i don't know princess. you seem very drunk to me, yeah?" his eyes trail yours as he wipe his hands on his shoulder towel. reaching his hand out, he asks for your phone. "do you have anyone i can call to pick you up? a best friend? boyfriend?"

mikasa's grating voice interrupts. "call connie! that's herrrr ...person." the break in her voice wasn't good. holding her hand over her mouth she sprints for the bathroom. the bartender snaps at his female coworker.

"can you make sure that one gets home safe too?" he points to the now bathroom bound girl. she just nods, lifting up the door to go help.

"so connie?" you sigh, laying your face on the counter. the stinging was still there. hearing his name hurt. why though? he didn't do anything. "n-no!" you hiccup out.

"sorry doll. i need to call someone for you. can i please have your phone? i wanna get you home safe." hey do you give in do easily. even while under the influence. you slide him your phone.

the man's fingers scroll carefully as he ignores all the texts coming in. then he finds it.

'𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦．🎭' outgoing call

"hello? yn?"

"no this is jackson! she's drunk at the bar right now like .. wasted."

"i am NOT!"
you whine behind the phone.

"who the hell are you? whatever, i'm on the way."

the phone call ends. jackson slid you your phone and a glass of water.

"drink this." he says, while going to help other customers who were more than capable of taking more drinks. unlike you who was seeing the world in slow motion. the lights dances across the sweaty bodies and semi wet floor. mikasa comes from the bathroom with the female bartender, walking over to you.

"eren is coming to get me!" she says, taking a seat.

you knew that eren and mikasa had a small amount of history but they're only best friends to this day. for some reason, you couldn't do to london what she was doing to you. you couldn't bring yourself to be that cruel.

connie and eren walk in, sweatpants on and loose shirts. connie's eyes soften as he sees you. you smile, sipping on the water.

"mama. what's in that cup?" he asks, sliding it away. his hand grips your chin softly. looking up at him, you notice that he's now turning sideways.