Cruel Beautiful World

Measuring Contest

She slipped, it may have went over the head of all the others, but Ymir sure saw it. That was a pretty big fuck up, not even she had heard the more hopelessness in the usual bright blonde's voice. Krista had been more real, more fun when the other one comes out. But Krista was the happy, positive mask that the other one wore to keep her secret.

If Ymir had doubted before, she sure as hell didn't now. The girl, sitting across from her in this shanty, dim pub was something important.

The giant wouldn't admit, but maybe she wanted to hide the importance from the world and keep it for herself. But that would be selfish. Hell, the reason she came here was out of her own selfishness.

While the rest of the group laughed and joked with each other, the blonde and brunette sat in a little staring contest. Krista squirmed under her gaze, knowing that the cat in their little game just got a bit of knowledge.

"Any drinks for ya kids? We serve Rhodes who serve us!" A big hairy man stood in front of their table with a bright smile. Celebrating killing kids, how courteous.

"Yep, one for everyone!" Thomas spoke up for the group.

"No, I actually-," A freckled hand pressed on the pale on.

"No she will," Krista narrowed her blue eyes at her partner. The man left with a grin, "we need a little relaxation Kris. Right guys?" The group yelled together. They all seemed drunk already.

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As the day turned to night, more recruits came into the pub, joining the original group. Singing, dancing, fooling about like idiots. Thomas and Mina seemed to be getting closer, Ymir sat alone, at the bar. Her tiny partner struggled to sit beside her on the stool.

Krista still had her first pint in her hands, no little then a slip was gone, and a frown lied on her pretty face. "Hey blondie, look a bit happier yeah?" Ymir patted her leg and pointed behind the two. "Successful mission," Krista just shrugged and sipped her drink.

With a few drinks already in her, Ymir wasn't thinking rightly. "Hey, come on, we got rid of sideburns," with no answer to that the giant asked for another pint. "I'll drink to that," The tan teen chugged down a good bit of her drink.

"What's the use?" Finally the blonde spoke up. Ymir looked towards her waiting for an answer. "What was really the use of doing this? When...When we are just gonna all die?"

"Come now, the other girl in you is showing," it felt odd to be the optimistic one. "When you get in the military police-,"

"I'm not going to the damn military police!" Krista shot her hand out and gripped her partner's arm staring at her. "I want to be something before I die, Ymir." The freckled girl could only stare back at her angered partner. She wasn't too sure what they were really talking about.

"Gosh, you really are stupid," she finished the pint with a last sip.

"Yeah, I guess I am. I mean I thought this plan would lead to you actually growing some balls and making a move," The tan partner sat frozen at what she heard. Even more so when the small blonde in front of her took a big swallow of the pint and walked to a group of younger men.

She went to a younger brown haired boy, barely old enough to get some hair on his chin. He wasn't a cadet, probably a worker. They spoke for a second, then he was walking her to the dance floor. Damn that girl.

"Best go get you're girl," Ymir looked behind her to see the hairy man giving her a shot of something.

"Yes, I agree," Sasha seemed to magically appear in the worst of time. The tiny blonde danced with the younger jet, and she kept glaring back at the brunette.