Yayo

"I'm sorry (y/n) but we have to let you go."

Your (e/c) eyes widened momentarily and you proceeded to let out a deflated sigh, "I see."

"Once again, I'm very sorry." your now ex boss said with a wince.

"It's alright Rick, I understand." You gave him a sad smile and stood from the chair.

"Good luck." He said sincerely.

You nodded and you collected your final paycheck and belongings and bid a farewell to your old co-workers. Then you left the office building immediately. You were pretty bummed you lost yet another job, The you groaned at your realization.

What am I going to tell Annie?

You were Annie's younger, adopted sister. Her father took you in at the age of ten, four years before he dissapeared. It was a rough time for both of you. You had no money, you lived it a cabin outside of Shiganshina. But several years later and you and Annie now live in a nice apartment in Stohess, Sina.

You walked to find your car, which you parked on the side of the road two blocks away because the parking garage was full when you arrived. You finally spotted your sleek black Chevrolet camaro and clicked your keys for it to unlock. As you approached your car, you noticed a white paper placed under the windshield wiper. You grabbed the paper and yelled, "Mother fucker!"

'Can my day get any fucking worse?'

You threw open your door and tossed the parking ticket in the glovebox. You groaned and slapped your steering wheel. 'I need a drink.' you thought as you put your keys in the ignition, you started the car and shifted gears from park to drive. "Garrison here I come." you muttered as you sped off.

                              *°*°*

You arrived at Garrison shortly. This time, you parked in an actual parking lot to avoid another ticket. You got out of your car and entered the pub.

Looking at all the familliar faces you smiled in content as you greeted a few of the usuals and made your way to the bar. You took a seat on one of the maroon leather barstools and were greeted by the smile of the owner, Pixis.

"Hey Pixiedust." you said with a smirk.

The old man gave a hearty laugh, "Hello (y/n), Long time, no see."

You sighed tiredly and replied, "Yeah, shitty day."

He patted your shoulder, "Ah, we all have shit days. A drink could help? It's on the house tonight."

He smiled. You smiled warmly back at the man, "That's one of the reasons why I came, A Jameson on the rocks, and thanks Pixie."

He nodded and grabbed a glass down. He scooped a few ice cubes and tossed them in the glass, "What was the other reason you came?" Pixis asked as he started to pour the Jameson.

"I can actually talk to you and you'll listen instead of interrupting me to tell your life story." Pixis gave another laugh and handed you your drink. You nodded in thanks and sipped your drink.

"So why has your day been shitty, dear?" Pixis asked as he leaned on the counter.

You set your drink down and groaned, "Well first, this morning I fucking woke up late. I scramble and shit to get to work only to find no parking in the garage so I'm forced to park on the sidewalk, not on the sidewalk but you know what I mean. I'm running into my office panting and sweating, I set my stuff down and my boss comes in my office-" You take another sip of your drink and dwcide to slam it all. You set the glass back down and continued, "So then he says he wants to see me. I follow him into his office and he tells me he's 'letting me go'. So I lost my fucking job again." Pixis nodded telling you to continue as he refilled your glass.

"So I get my paycheck and my shit and go out to my car and theres a fucking parking ticket! The cherry on top to my shitty day!" Pixis shook his head and handed you your second glass of Jameson.

"Truly does sound like a shitty day, I hope you see better ones dear. I'm always here, so come by anytime. I have to go make sure the slackers are doing something."

You laughed and smiled at the older man, "Thanks Pixie. You're a real friend."

He said goodbye and walked to go probably scold the shit out Hannes and Ian.

You respected Pixis. He always was concerned for your well being. He listened to you when you were in need to ventilate. He gave you good advice, He was one of the few people you could call 'friends'. You weren't a person big on making friends. You kept a small circle of people you trusted. Annie, Reiner, Bertolt, Eren, Armin, and Pixis were the ones you trusted most. Yeah you had acquaintances, but you didn't trust them as Much as these people.

You were just leaving the bar when you bumped into somebody. Shit. Speak of the devil.

"Hey (Y/n)!"

"Ah, Hey Reiner."

"What are you doing here?" He asked with a smirk.

"Uh, well I sorta had a bad day so I came here." you replied nervously.

"Shit that sucks. I'm sorry, Is Annie with you?" He asked, still smirking. Damn him, Asshole.

You shook your head nervously.

"Hah!" He laughed, "I'm not gonna snitch on ya!"

What? I must be dreaming.

You looked up at him and smiled brightly. "Really?! Thank you Reiner!"

"On one condition." Your happy balloon deflated after hearing that.

You sighed. Shoulda saw that coming.

"What do I have to do?" you asked monotonously, glaring at said blond man. Why am I even friends with this douche?

The man smirked, "I need you to deliver something for me.

You raised your eyebrow, "What is it and where to?"

"It might be a pound or two of kush..?" He replied lowly while he scratched the back of his neck. Your eyes widened and you looked at him incredulously. You grabbed him by the arm and pulled him outside.

"Reiner! Are you fucking serious?! That's a fucking felony!"

"Yeah, Yeah. I know, but I came here to see Bert so I can't do it tonight." he replied with a pleading look. Bertolt was a good friend of yours, also Reiners boyfriend of two years.

You let out an exasperated sigh, "Damnit Reiner. Where do I bring it?"

He gave you a grin and whispered, "I'll text you the details. Take my car, they'll recognize it. The purse is in the backseat." He handed you his keys.

"Thanks (y/n). I owe you!" Reiner yelled.

"Yeah, damn right you do!" You called as he laughed and walked into Garrison. You shook your head and clicked the key unlock to to find Reiner's car. You gaped at the sight. It was a brand new red Ferrari 699.

Holy fucking shit. This jerkoff is loaded!

You thought as you got into the car. You turned to get the purse from the backseat and you brought it up to the front. You opened the bag. Your nostrils flared in annoyance. "Oh it's okay (y/n), Its only a pound." you mocked in a deep voice with a scowl, Several Ziploc bags filled with nuggets of multiple strains of marijuana. You zipped up the bag and tossed it back in the backseat.

You started the car when you heard your phone chime in your pocket.

Message received from: Roid-chomper, at 7:45 p.m.

420 Linden rd, its a big blue house. Ask for Levi.