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𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 , 𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟷𝚜𝚝

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒, every beat echoing in my bones as Mikasa and I sway and grind, our bodies moving in sync to the music. I can barely hear myself think over the chaotic mix of strobe lights flashing and people shouting, but that's exactly what I needed. Tonight, I'm not thinking—just feeling. Mikasa looks incredible as Lara Croft, the holsters on her hips bouncing with every move, her hair wild and face flushed from dancing.

I catch a glimpse of Sasha and Jean in the corner, laughing over something while Sasha chugs from a red solo cup. The energy is electric, the kind of buzz that could only come from a house full of people who are all on the same wavelength: ready to forget reality for a few hours.

I reach down, grabbing Mikasa's hand, and we twirl together, breaking apart only to crash back into the rhythm of the music. My head spins a little, the alcohol already coursing through me, making everything feel more vibrant. I spot Connie across the room, still in his Subway Surfers costume, hyping up the crowd like he owns the place.

There's a moment where the music swells, and everything slows down. I'm not thinking about classes, or Eren, or even how pissed off I was earlier this month. Right now, it's just me, the beat, and a night where nothing else matters.

The music pulses, and I lose myself in the rhythm, my body moving instinctively to the beat. Mikasa and I dance like no one's watching, laughing and leaning into each other as we share this moment of pure joy. I watch as people pour into the living room, filling every available space, their costumes a riot of colors and creativity. There's a guy dressed as a giant banana dancing with a girl in a fairy costume, while someone dressed as a zombie hula-hoops in the corner.

Everywhere I look, I see smiles and carefree energy. The room is alive, filled with friends, laughter, and the promise of a night free from worries. For a second, I forget about my lingering thoughts—about Eren, about the weird dreams that have haunted me, about the fact that I'm supposed to be studying psychology, not grinding on a dance floor.

The strobe lights flicker, creating a surreal atmosphere that makes it feel like I'm in a different world. It's intoxicating, almost magical, the way the flashing lights blend with the bass-heavy music. I glance around, seeing Jean pretending to sword fight with Reiner. Their laughter echoes, infectious and loud. I can't help but chuckle; it's these moments that remind me why I love nights like this.

But then, a shadow crosses my mind—Eren. I can't help but wonder if he's out there somewhere, having fun with Historia. It's annoying how much I care, especially when I was trying to forget about him tonight. I push the thought away, focusing instead on the warmth of the room, the vibrations of the music, and the feeling of freedom.

"Let's get a drink!" I shout over the music to Mikasa, and she nods enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling. We break from the dance floor, weaving through the crowd, feeling like we're a part of something bigger, something alive.

As we make our way to the kitchen, the anticipation for the night ahead builds. Tonight is about letting go, making memories, and maybe even waking up tomorrow with stories that are a little fuzzy around the edges. And honestly, I'm ready for that.

I walk first, my hand still gripping Mikasa's, leading us toward the solo cups stacked neatly on the counter. The kitchen is bustling, but I'm focused on my mission. I grab the blue raspberry syrup and pour a generous amount into my cup before following it up with pink Whitney. The vibrant blue swirls into the pink liquid, creating a concoction that's both pretty and potent.

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