Hello & Goodbye (ereri)

Chapter Eight

~Eren's POV~

There were more people than I would've been there. Connie sat sprawled out on the couch with a blunt between his fingers. Reiner seemed to be flirting with Historia and Ymir was very agitated about it. Annie was in the corner with earbuds in her ears. Sasha was practically vacuuming chips out of a bag next to Connie. Bertholdt was already swallowing his life away with a bottle of beer in his hand. And Marco sat next to Mikasa like the innocent people that they are. 

Jean was literally throwing coronas at people's faces without a care.

"Yo Jean, chill with the beer. It's not like I have more in the car!" I urged him to stop passing them out because there weren't infinite to come.

"Oh sorry bro," he apologized before snatching the blunt from Connie's hand, "Smoke then!"

Shoving it into my mouth and he waited for me to take a hit. Taking a single inhale, I felt my lungs almost explode as I let out a number of ear piercing coughs and wheezes. Jean forcefully patted my back in a fit of hilarity and walked off to sweet-talk Mikasa. 

Being bored already, I sat myself next to Sasha and grabbed a random corona sitting on the rather messy coffee table. After each hit and dead-some cough, I gulped the alcohol down. The slight sweet yet burning sensation was enough for me to realize why my dad is such a drunky. 

A sad hour had already gone by and this night was already on it's way to it's death bed.

With blurring vision and wobbly legs, I stood up as if I were making a declarable speech, "Yo guys! *hiccup* Let's play seven minutes *hiccup* heaven!" 

The surrounding people cheered as we all gathered around the coffee table. In one swift motion, the extremely high Connie shoved everything of the table with his arms like a windshield wiper. Given the fact that it was already late, was drunk and high, everything seemed overly hysterical. 

"Okay...okay people! I got the spin thing," I blurted while slamming the bottle on the table soft enough so if wouldn't shatter. 

Jean reached his hand out almost immediately and spoke, "I'll go first!" He spun the object first making it twirl. All us drunk toddlers watched in awe at it spiraled around pointing at each and everyone of us. Even he boys were so intrigued despite if the bottle were to land on them, they'd have to be alone with a horse face. 

With the bottle slowing it's speed, we all waited at who it was going to land on. Now completely still, the tip was facing my beloved Mikasa.

"Oooooh! Mikasa and Jean," I sung out, "Go upstairs into Marco's room and fuck!"

Mikasa slammed her hands on the table as she got up from he ground sober, "I'd rather die. Come on Jean. If you touch me you're dead."

The two headed upstairs to leave us children with our own unclean imagination. Not sure if it was my own mind playing tricks me, but my body seemed to heating up intensely. Shortly after, I moved my bomber jacket and placed it behind me.

"We could play truth or dare?" Marco questioned being the only male who didn't drink. 

We all nodded in agreement. Even though this 'gathering' isn't going anywhere genuinely fun, it's better than waiting for Jean and Mikasa. Marco offered to go first since he was the one who suggested it.

"Okay...Eren! Truth or dare?" He asked while everyone turned their heads towards me. 

"Dare!" I shouted.

"Take off one article of clothing," he laughed as he took a sip of his cola. Lame ass, but who am I to judge? 

Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I yanked it off and threw it several feet away from the clique. The group let out a few chuckles as they watched me—in an overly dramatic way—strip.