Mikasa and Sasha oneshots + annie

I love her anyway

This is not my story! I found it on a03 author is LuciferneverLies. So yeah this one was cute and funny so yeah.
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Sasha wasn't sure when exactly it happened. She knew she was invited to the party, she triple checked her phone. Most of her friends were going to be there, not that it was a private event of course, Ymir tended to throw the wildest parties.

She had arrived without incident going as far to have a meet and greet with everyone she knew before heading towards the kitchen for Ymir to make her the drink she could never quite pronounce with her native accent. People told her college would be a drag. A small town girl like her was lucky to work for that 4.0, and leave her dead end town. But the thing was she's going into her third year for Bachelors in Fine Arts, and she finally hit the peak of feeling drained – and she definitely needed that drink.

Though that hadn't been her problem, no. Any person had their woes with college to begin with, even those bright eyed first years who thought they were going to conquer the world. Laughable notion really, one to really get drunk over after the first semester pounded into one mercilessly.

Three drinks had gone without incident. Light conversation with Ymir, getting teased for worrying over her studies more than getting out and enjoying life. A few innuendos and jokes, a typical time with Ymir. It had been nice thanks to the busy schedule Sasha had, and she very much missed her best friend.

Maybe it was the fourth drink? Sasha vaguely remembered bumping into someone when bolting out of the kitchen to dance. Her roommate Connie was practically doing his boyfriend Reiner on the dance floor, not a sight Sasha really wanted, but it helped the partying spirit. Plus Ymir kept the drinks coming, Sasha had no room to complain.

Six drinks, two songs later, everything was still pretty much a blur. The bass loud, the beat thumping well into the floor, and transferring itself into every living soul that dared to dance. Ymir had been grinding behind Sasha, who waved her drink without a care in the world.

Things between Ymir and Sasha never transpired any more than a few careless dirty dancing moves. Ymir was taken and Sasha was not in the mood for the Queen of the campus to kick 'Country Bumpkin Hick' Sasha flat on her ass; shaming her so bad that she'd have to change names, practice a new accent, and really leave the country.

South Africa seemed like an ideal place this time of year? Sasha shook her head, panting hard against the dirt ground. Focus, focus, she grunted towards herself. What happened after dancing with Ymir?

By the eighth drink or was it the ninth? Sasha had detached herself from Ymir and the dance floor. She was a little too hot, and Ymir had a pool in the backyard. Her current drink then had been in her hand, sloshing with each hazardous step she took.

Not that she was drunk, no. Buzzed from the alcohol, but still coherent enough to know right from wrong.

At least it felt that way.

Her brows furrowed, there had been a moment on her way to the pool, someone bumped into her in the hallway leading outside – sending her drink forward. Sasha remembered uttering an apology without looking at who her drink had landed on, not explaining that she had been pushed.

Hazily Sasha looked up, heart thundering in her chest. That mattered little now of course, since the person she dumped her drink on was glaring down at her. If looks could kill, Sasha was sure she'd be in hell by now, except she'd welcome it.

Anger had bubbled within her, jaw clenched tightly as she pushed herself upright.

"Oh, look Mikasa the little bumpkin's getting up."