AOT Strutter

Silver Spiders

After they ate, Eren rode with Erwin to the bank. It wasn't far. In fact Eren could walk there, if needed. They met with Pixus, an old military contact of Erwin's. He was a small, blunt, gruff man who smelled like cheap whiskey. Eren liked him. He set up an account that gave him a debit card.

After that he went back to work in the kitchens. Lunch was a nightmare! It had never been so busy. Eren found himself blocking, tripping or getting in Jean's way at every turn. Finally it was three! The rush died down.

"That was insane. I'm sorry." Eren sank down on to a seat in the kitchen. He hung his head.

"You weren't that bad! You should have seen Sasha back here." Jean rolled his eyes.

Eren chuckled. He was sure the petite brunette would have eaten more food than she made! For someone so small he wondered how she could eat the way she did. But he didn't have time to think about it. Marco came in with the other tall bartender.

"Hey Eren, this is Bertolt." Marco introduced them.

He went on to say the band was out front. They wanted to do some practice with Eren before playing that night. Eren nodded.

He walked out. But was stopped by Levi. The small hot looking man thrust a sub, chips and a drink at Eren. The teen took it.

"Thanks." He muttered.

Eren ate the sub, washed it down with the drink, but didn't touch the chips.

Levi frowned at this as the teen went up to the stage. They practiced for over an hour. When Eren got back to his phone, the chips were gone. Instead a different brand sat there. He looked at his phone.

"You don't like barbecue?" Levi texted him.

"I can't sing well after eating salty stuff that cracks and can get caught in my throat!" Eren clarified.

"Noted. What's your favorite chip?" Levi asked.

Eren glanced over. The bartender was behind his station.

"Cheddar and sour cream." Eren told him via text.

He then went to shower again. It was only another hour or so before he would be needed to play. He glared at his clothing choice. None of it was good for a band gig. He frowned. There was a knock on his door. Eren turned. Armin held out a bag with a huge grin.

"Stopped by your favorite thrift store." He smirked.

Eren pulled out ripped jeans, a chain belt, tight fitted tank top with a white button up. He smiled at the extra's in the bottom.

"You are the best!" He cried, hugging the blond.

Armin went back out front while Eren got ready. He took his long hair down, brushing it out, he left it hanging around his shoulders. He spiked the front, pulling some over his left eye. He glanced in the mirror. Damn he looked good.

As he went back to the bag, he pulled out the makeup. Adding black eye liner with some blue/ green glitter made his eyes pop and shine. He then painted his nails a black. He waved them in the air making cat claws. Laughing he added the final touch, his old collar.

Eren was a bit surprised that Armin had kept the studded dog collar, but now he was glad. It set the tone for his entire look. With the jeans hugging low on his hips, Eren put on the very last thing his best friend had brought him, a pair of black studded combat boots. He stood up. At over six feet, with the two inch platform bottoms to the boots, Eren felt invincible!

He strutted out to the main room. A squeal of his name gave him barely enough warning. Two women launched themselves into his arms. Laughing he hugged the twins tightly. Although they looked exactly like, they were very different. Eren loved them both because of this.