Sasha Blouse was arm-wrestling Connie Springer, her face screwed up in concentration while he grinned madly. Eren Yeager was leaning across the table, arguing passionately with Armin Arlert about something, while Mikasa watched them both, sipping quietly from a mug. Reiner Braun and Annie Leonhart sat in a quieter pocket, speaking in low tones. Levi Ackerman was at the very end of the table, meticulously cleaning a speck off his glass with a cloth, and Hange Zoë was enthusiastically explaining something to a very patient-looking server.

And then there was Jean Kirstein. He was already several drinks deep, leaning back in his chair with his boots propped on an empty stool. His face was flushed, his smirk wide and unsteady.