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NOBODY'S BUSINESS

Connie felt like he was going crazy . Him and Hitch? Oh my god. He had been laughing non-stop for the last ten minutes, to the point where Eren came out of the bathroom to see what was going on. He had a towel wrapped around his hips, using another one to dry his hair. Connie, on the other hand, was so out of it that he hadn't even felt Eren's arrival.

"Hey. Idiot. Are you high or smth...?" Eren asked, trying to contain his laughter.

Connie jumped, his smile disappearing instantly.

"What?" "What kind of drug have you had to be like this?" Eren leaned on one leg and put his hand on his hip. "I want some too," he joked.

"If I told you Hitch and I might be a thing... What would you say?"

"I'd take you to a psychiatrist."

Connie decided not to continue with words and simply showed him his phone screen, which displayed his match with Hitch.

"How much did you pay y/n?" Eren laughed again, not even considering that what his friend was showing him could be real.

"Nothing?" "Come on, Connie... go to your date with Miss Math and stop fooling around," he finally said, putting on his clothes.

Connie sighed and desisted to continue trying to convince him.

~Meanwhile, in your room~

"That you have done what?"

You nodded in response to Pieck's question, defeated. You were a mess after the previous night. Your makeup was smudged and all over your face, your hair looked like an ostrich's nest, and let's not mention nothing about your pajamas, which was mismatched and inside out. A work of art.

Pieck rolled her eyes and tossed you a towel.

"Go take a shower... And as for what happened yesterday... Well, who cares now," she gave you a reassuring smile. "Just pretend it didn't happen, and you'll be fine."

"Yeah. That's it."

You got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up. Your head still hurt a bit, which made you swear to yourself that you'd never set foot in a nightclub again, not to mention that you were done with alcohol, for real.

After your shower, you saw a couple of messages from Colt and one from Hitch. Colt had messaged to confirm your plans for the afternoon, and Hitch seemed to be in panic mode. Her message read:

Hitch: H E L P.

You decided not to overthink it and replied to Hitch first. Just as your message was sent, you received a call from her.

"Connie WANTS US TO MEET UP TONIGHT," she said, clearly desperate.

"Don't shout..." you automatically pleaded, as it was still a bit overwhelming for you.

"What should I do?!"

Hitch was on edge, but despite that, a part of her was enjoying the whole situation. It was so bizarre that it even seemed funny to her. She was curious to see what would happen. Still, her more rational side wanted to pull her hair out, one by one. Or maybe Connie's, if it's possible that he has some hair on that bald head of his.

"Just... meet up. I don't think it's going to be that terrible."

"Don't you think so?"

"We'll see each other in your room at 6 pm."

With that said, you hung up the call. The best way to calm her down was to go help her get ready. You knew deep down Hitch was eager to go, and you weren't going to let her fear hold her back.