Off Record [Ereri/Riren] ✓

63 ⚕︎Security ✍︎

Off Record
Chapter 63
⚕︎Security ✍︎
Levi

se·cu·ri·ty

/səˈkyo͝orədē I9

noun

the state of being free from danger or threat

Having all of Eren's and my mutual friends over sounds like a good idea in retrospect, but then you remember who our friends are:

Xander the freckled-faced frat boy.

Ryder the blushing Disney Princess who can't hold his alcohol.

Melanie the bottomless alcohol pit.

And Lynne the badass lesbian who Titan seems hell bent on getting a rematch with.

Izzy grins as said "adults" file into the house, the redhead jumping up and down excitedly.

"I brought alcohoooooooool!" Melanie and Xander sing in unison, Lynne and Ryder roll their eyes.

I just scoff. "Welcome to our house. Don't fuck anything up."

"That's a bad word!" Xander points at me.

Izzy furrows her eyebrows, giving me a pointed stare. "Bad, Papa."

The room is graced with my signature eye roll.

"Hey everyone." Eren smiles, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

Melanie waves with a large grin, moving her hair behind her ear. "How does it feel to be home?"

"Really fucking good." They smirk then head over to pick up Izzy.

Izzy kisses them on the cheek and Xander pulls Ryder onto his lap, making himself situated in my recliner.

I glare at them.

"What?" Ryder asks. "Are we not allowed to utilize the furniture?"

"It's his chair." Xander chuckles, burying his face in his boyfriend's neck.

"Just don't get it dirty." I spin on my heels and head towards the kitchen, pulling the chips and dip tray out along with some soda, solo cups, and a Sharpie. When I turn around, I notice Melanie reacting to grab some of the food substances.

"Thanks," I say sincerely.

"No problemo." She hums.

We bring everything into the living room and set it on the coffee table.

"Babe, could you pour me some soda please?" Xander asks Ryder.

"Yeah," Ryder leans over and pours both him and Xander a soda.

"So obedient." Titan teases.

"He's loving. Are you saying that if Levi asked you nicely, you wouldn't do it?" Xander quirked an eyebrow, kissing Ryder as a thank you.

"Tch, whatever." They roll their eyes and set Izzy down.

Lynne grabs herself a bowl of chips and kicks back on the sofa. "So, Levi, what's the party plan?"

"I'd like to know who is staying sober," I smirk, "'cause I sure as hell am not."

"I am," Lynne grumbles. "Unfortunately."

"Should Izzy be here if we're drinking?" Ryder asks nervously. "Especially considering, uh, how you get after a few drinks, Levi."

"I won't drink until she's gone," I give in.