Assassins' Strip Club [Ereri/Riren AU] ✓

Chapter 8

Assassins' Strip Club
Chapter 8
Levi

Levi: Oi, brat, it's me. I got your floor ready for you, so come by whenever.

Eren: Okay, I'll pack my stuff tomorrow.

Levi: I can help.

Eren: Sure, if you want.

Levi: Better than being bothered by Hange.

Eren: lol

Levi: If you fail, I'll kick your ass.

Eren: Then I won't fail.

Levi: Good. Text me when. I'll be taking care of training some people who aren't good with guns and perform sometime if I decide it.

Eren: Okay, good luck.

I roll my eyes and catch a knife with my index and middle finger. "Really, Mike?"

He chuckles. "Olou is coming back today."

"Gross."

"Petra will stop bothering you," he points out.

"That'd be nice."

"How's the prinz?"

I sigh. "Untrained and doesn't think that he can lead."

Mike entwines his fingers. "I think you should take over then."

"Erwin is doing fine."

"True, but you're our most skilled soldier, hands down." Mike sips his scotch while I sip my tea. "You're Eren's right hand man. You can't hide forever."

I run my hands through my hair. "I want Eren to do it, but only if he wants to. He can do it, I know it."

Nanaba knocks on the table before sitting down next to Mike. "I hear you need a person to train Eren in linguistics."

Nodding, I let air leave my nose. "He doesn't know German."

"Doesn't know German?!" Nanaba covers her mouth.

"Crazy, I know."

"Am I teaching him German?" Nanaba asks.

"Carla is going to teach him her mother tongue. It's just right. You're going to teach him the other languages that we deal with." I explain.

"Like French?" She chuckles.

I scoff. "Yeah. Whatever."

Standing up, I excuse myself and do what I need to do for the day. Training isn't that interesting because no one is too bad. It's the same old, same old. It goes by in a flash and before I know it, Eren is texting me.

Eren: Ready for you, whenever you're free. I've got boxes and a truck so don't worry about that.

Nodding, I get up and apply more deodorant before texting Hange. They arrive in record time, twirling their keys around their index finger.

"So you're getting the prinz?" They wiggle their eyebrows suggestively. "Is he going to be sleeping with you again?"

I just shrug, walking passed them. "It's up to him. I do what he wants."

We enter the car and I put my earbuds in so that I don't have to deal with their questions along these lines:

"So Eren slept with you... did you do it up the butt?"