"— jesus christ."
unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car, mikasa made her way towards jean, a tired frown on her face. what time was it anyways? two, three in the morning? well, whatever the time, she was definitely feeling it in her body as she picked him up, draping one of his arms around his shoulders.
"don’t puke," was all she said before heading back towards the car, dumping him in the front seat.
"no promises, babe."
falling into the front seat, the world spun. or maybe it was just jean's head doin some ballerina twirling shit– either way everything was topsy turvy again as he reached out to grab mikasa's arm back for support.
"fuck i'm dizzy."
getting drunk was always either horrible or fantastic, there was never really any so-so moments when jean was wasted. he slumped further into the passenger seat, not quite ready to let go of her, even if the tight, very necessary, grip on mikasa's arm had settled into jean holding her hand for god only knows how long just for the comfort of it all.












