You guys are not gonna fucking believe this.

looks up from the couch, mouth full of chips Did you find a free pizza place?

Better. grins, wild-eyed I got us in.

doesn’t look up from his phone Into what, Springer? Debt? A misdemeanor?

The party. At Sigma Tau. Tonight.

You mean the one at the Yeager house.

The one and only! pumps a fist My cousin’s a pledge. He put me on the list. Plus three. That’s you guys.

swallows The one with, like, the legendary jungle juice? And the rooftop?

And the guy who runs it. waggles his eyebrows You know who I mean.

scoffs Yeah, we all know. Eren Yeager’s personal circus. No thanks.

Oh, come on! It’s legendary! Everyone’s gonna be there. Music, drinks, people… it’s gonna be unhinged.

Do you think they’ll have those little pigs-in-a-blanket? The good kind?

Sasha, they have everything. It’s a budget. A frat budget.

stands up It’s a trap. That house is a black hole for dignity. People go in normal and come out… different. And not in a good way.

You’re just scared you’ll have fun and ruin your whole ‘disaffected intellectual’ vibe.

I’m scared I’ll have to carry your drunk ass home at 3 AM again. Or worse, watch you try to talk to a girl.

Low blow! turns, eyes landing on Y/n Okay, but Y/n’s in, right? You’re in. You have to be in. It’s, like, a core memory waiting to happen.