Petrasexual - Petra x Reader CRACKFIC

6.B.

You chose to hang out with Petra, but got seven points or less during the previous chapter. You haven't wowed Petra yet, so instead of having one-on-one time, she invites you to a party. Because you already agreed to hang out, you decide to go to the party with her. If she hadn't given you her snapchat, you can assume that she's given it to you now.

You feel fresh and well dressed as you get a text from Petra, notifying you that she's arrived at your house. 

Hey I'm here 

Cool. Be right there.  You type back, checking your breath a final time and fix any loose strands of hair before you leave your house and climb into the car with the cute girl.

"Hey, you look really good, (y/n)," she says, looking over at you and smiling. It's been nearly two weeks and you still haven't gotten used to her smiling at you. Each time, you seem to notice more striking beauty than the last, because each time, she gives you a slightly longer smile to look at. 

"Thanks, you look beautiful," you reply honestly, feeling heat creep into your cheeks again. She's wearing a tight black dress and pumps you think you'd break your ankles trying to wear, but she doesn't seem to have a problem. Her hair and makeup looks nearly professionally done, accentuating all of her best features.

Petra giggles at you when you turn red. "You're so cute," she twitters, tapping her thumbs to the rhythm of a made up beat on her steering wheel. The two of you arrive at the party, and can hear loud music shaking the entire house the party's in. "You ready?" she asks and you nod at her 

"Yeah, for sure," you say, climbing out of the car and running around to her side to help her get her balance being at least six inches taller. It's then that you show up to the drink table with the woman that looks like a model, all the curves on her body hugged by her tight dress, and even her fishnets don't look out of place as she struts forward and takes a shot. 

"You're eighteen, right?" she asks, and you nod, being older than Eren, but having been held back a grade in elementary school. "Good, then I officially don't care. Come get lit," she offers, waving you over to the table. "Something tells me Eren would be really fun to drink with if he wasn't dealing with all the other things that come with alcohol."

"Something tells me the same thing," you reply, shrugging your shoulders and eyeing the drink table. You take:

A) 0 shots. Somebody needs to drive home.

B) 1-2 shots. You're not even that drunk, chill.

C) 3-4 shots. You should probably lay off for a while. Don't text any exes. 

D) 5+ shots. Sknbdyis drfnk. (Somebody's drunk.) Call an uber. 

If you choose option A or B, go to Chapter 7.A.

If you choose option C, go to Chapter 7.B.

If you choose option D, go to chapter 7.C.