𝘈𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

    Armin was sitting up in his bed reading a book that was filled with Shakespearean tragedies. His room was his safe haven. Armin enjoyed solitude. It's not like he wasn't allowed to go out, he just didn't see a point. As his eyes skimmed the pages, Armin's best friend, Eren busts through the door.

    Eren walked in with his hair tied into a neat half up half down hairstyle. He was wearing a red masquerade mask, a pair of jeans and a black button up shirt, that was slightly open so that his chest, that was marked with a red dragon tattoo, showed. In one hand he held a pre-rolled blunt and in the other he held another red masquerade mask in the other.

    "What the hell is on your face Eren," Armin looked up at his friend, chuckling. Eren's smile quickly faded as his lips formed a straight line. Eren threw the mask onto Armin's bed.

    "Sexiness is on my face. Anyways put on this mask, put on a shirt that doesn't look like it was knitted by somebody's grandmother, and let's go. We're gonna hit up this party on the other side of Brooklyn tonight."

    "You mean the one on the Ackerman's side? Yeah sounds like a great plan if I wanted to die !" Armin's panic was amusing to Eren.

    "Armin we are going to be wearing masks. Nobody will recognize us, plus it didn't say anyone from the Arlert side couldn't go. Also, I will not leave you alone until you say yes." Armin knew his long-haired friend wasn't lying about that. He could be really persistent and a tad bit annoying when it came to stuff like this.

    With a deep sigh Armin rolled out of his bed and put on a dress shirt that Eren picked out. Armin, then, went into the bathroom, examining himself in the mirror. He had a matching red dragon tattoo on his chest and one cross tattoo underneath his right eye. His silver, stud nose piercing and diamond ear piercing twinkled in the bathroom's light. His bright blond hair hung down in front of his face. So, he put it into a neat man bun. Right before he left the bathroom he decided to once again brush his teeth and tongue, being careful to not interfere with his silver tongue piercing.

    He walked out of his bathroom and did a sarcastic spin, for his friend that was already trying to light up the blunt on his bed.

    "Eren are you fucking crazy ?! I told you to stop lighting those things in my room. " Armin sounded like somebody's mother, which annoyed Eren. Eren threw the mask at Armin, causing him to catch it and put it on.

    "Shut up mom. Come on, you need to party off that attitude of yours." Eren walked to his friends front door, with Armin trailing behind him. As soon as they got outside, Eren lit up his blunt and put it to his lips. He took a short hit and passed it to Armin. "Here take a hit of this and don't stop until I say to. My goal is to get you fucked up tonight."

    Hesitant at first, Armin took the blunt and inserted it in between his lips, inhaling, desperately waiting for his friend to tell him to stop. Nonetheless, Armin began coughing. It felt like he was going to cough up a lung. He hands Eren back the blunt.

    "I think I'm already starting to feel it." Armin continues coughing, feeling a bit dizzy but good.

    "That's more like it. Come on we out." Eren and Armin walk over to Armin's red Mustang convertible. Armin made Eren drive which was probably the best call, since he was already fucked up. They take off into the night, to the other side of Brooklyn, picking up their friend Sasha on the way.

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    "This bitch jumping already," Sasha says as she adjusts her short black sequins dress and gets out of the car's backseat. The three get out of the car, all wearing red masks, and begin walking up to the club the party was being held.