The Intern

Chapter 22

"Please tell me that this is all some kind of joke I don't understand."

The cold air swirled around us as I stumbled along behind Hanji, propelled forward only by the unrelenting grip she had on my wrist. Armin was following at my side with a worried look on his face; clearly unsure of whether or not he should rescue me from the situation. He had tried when we were still upstairs, but Hanji hadn't even noticed his presence when he attempted to convince her that breaking and entering was not the best form of introduction. She had been far too caught up in the plan to drag me to The Wall for some kind of early morning striptease practice, and it was clear to me now that nothing was about to change her mind.

"It'll be fun!" Hanji flashed me a grin from over her shoulder, not once breaking her stride.

"I'm pretty sure you and I don't share the same definition of fun..." I muttered, glancing back at the glass doors leading into Trost. Even if it wasn't too late to turn back now, I knew she wouldn't let me. I had already run over every possible way to get out of this and I was coming up empty.

"Oh, but we're going to, sugar cakes." She continued, practically bouncing along on the sidewalk now that The Wall's entrance was in view. "Trust me, you're gonna love shaking that tight booty!"

"I don't need to shake it." I tried my best to keep my voice stable, but the thought of me shaking anything in front of anyone, especially Levi, had me blushing to my ears. "It's not even that tight anymore. I just had fries. It'll probably jiggle!"

"Well, honey, that's what butts do. It's not like they're supposed to be immovable landmasses." Hanji laughed as she dragged me up the steps to the entrance. "A little bit of jiggle in your wiggle is a good thing!"

"I can't believe this is happening to me," I groaned, glancing over at Armin. The most he could do was offer me an apologetic smile. There was really no way out of this and even he could see that.

"It's just a little dance, right?" Even Armin sounded unsure of himself as he tried to offer this small morsel of reassurance.

Hanji barked out a laughed as she grabbed the handle to the door, "A little dance? Hell no, you butterscotch crumpet! This is going to be huge! There's going to be a pole, a stage, lights, music, and a crowd... Eren? Hey, Eren!"

I was trying to tug myself loose as I backed towards the nearest step, my whole body deciding to give a resounding 'nope' to the entire scenario she had concocted. No way in hell was I going to shake my ass in front of a crowd of strangers. I wasn't even sure I could properly shake my ass without falling down on it, and I had no plans to find out any time soon. They could figure out something else for Levi's birthday, so long as it had nothing to do with me making a fool out of myself in the middle of his club. Not that I hadn't done that before, but I wasn't about to add to it.

"Come on, Eren," Hanji gave another tug as I tried to pull in the opposite direction. She could keep my damn arm if it came off. "Don't make me get the bouncers."

I would have little to no hope at all if she did that, but I was willing to bet that they weren't inside at this time of day. If it had been closer to the evening I would have had a reason to fear her threat, but right now Muscles One and Two were probably fast asleep. It was obvious that she was bluffing, and I was about to call her on it when the doors to The Wall opened up.

"Hanji, what are you doing?" Petra frowned as she folded her arms across her chest. She was dressed in comfortable clothing, despite the place she had just walked out of. Clearly The Wall was not open for business during the day, because I couldn't imagine jeans and flannel shirts were on Levi's approved clothing list. "You look like you're going to pull his arm right out of the socket."