Blame It On The Night (Drunk!Jean X Reader) AU

~A/N: Listen As You Read! www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJb0VY… ~











The boisterous sound of glasses clinking and people yelling with enthusiasm echoed off the walls of the extensive room, along with the shuffling footsteps of the crowd and the strong bass of the song blaring into your ears. It wasn't every day you'd get dressed up and go out to enjoy yourself, but today your idiotic lover insisted that the both of you run along to the expensive and booshy club to have a little fun. "For a change," he had added, implying that your vast study habits had turned you into a stick-in-the-mud. And sure, at first it was fun. You had gone out with a couple of your friends, danced, had a few drinks, acted quite foolish with Jean after one drink too many. Although, you still remained quite sane and urged Jean not to drink anymore, he retorted with a casual, "What could go wrong?"

So here he was before you, bickering with with brunette emerald-eyed friend with slurred words and sluggish movements as he shouted. His sandy hair was sticking up in different directions, the collar of his shirt was uneven, he was missing a shoe, and he was hunched over a bit with one hand on the bars counter to keep him stable.

"I-I HEY, I'M A GREAT FUCKING DANCER, A-AIGHT? YEAH I'M THE BEST FUCKING DANCER IN THIS WHOLE BITCH!" The golden-eyed boy exclaimed, swinging his arm to motion to the people around him.

"Oh really? Well-Well I AM... I'M BETTER THAN YOU, 'KAY? I'M, DUDE, I'M LIKE, SO FUCKING RAD WITH MY DANCE SKILLS. I-I GOT THE MOVES LIKE JAEGER- I MEAN JAGGER," Eren replied, taking another long swig of his beer.

As Mikasa stepped forward and ushered Eren away as he continued to ramble on about something incomprehensible, you stepped forward and nudged Jean gently. "Okay, Jean, I think you've had enough beer for one night," you said calmly, taking the bottle from his hand.

"Ehhh? I've only had like..." he scoffed, staring off into space as he thought for a moment. "I've only had eleven," he finished matter-of-factly, turning to face you with his brows raised. Rolling your eyes as he took the drink back, you crossed your arms defiantly over your chest. "Ah, come on, we're- we're here to have some fun, right?" he said, tossing his arms in the air.







A deep sigh passed your rosy lips, and seeing that there was no way to stop the boy, you shrugged. "Yeah, I guess," you murmured, dropping your arms to your sides.

A broad grin etched itself onto his lips, and he bent down to gently peck your nose. "Don't say it like that. Come on, let's dance or something!" he said, grabbing your wrist and tugging you out to the multi-colored dance floor.

"Jean!" you protested with a giggle as he began doing some odd move that consisted of flailing his arms around while furiously kicking about. "Jean what the fuck- YOU'RE DRUNK!" you continued, attempting to hold back your laughter.

"PFFFFT," he responded, stopping his dancing and giving you an exasperated look. "I AM NOT DRUNK!" At your questioning look his sighed, throwing his arms up in the air. "Well, if I am, don't blame it on me! Blame it on the night, alright?" he said.

"OI, JEAN!" a voice called. Eren took a few steps forward to the edge of the dance floor, as the people surrounding him backed away to make a path between the two quarreling boys. "I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DANCING CONTEST, YOU PIECE OF HORSE SHIT!"

Jean gasped dramatically, slapping his hand to his chest while clutching his heart. "YOU'RE SO FUCKING ON, JAEGER-BOMBASTIC!" he screeched in return, cracking his knuckles while you face-palmed in the background.

Then, Eren began angrily Oppa-Gangnam-Styling towards him, and Jean furiously Twerked away. The rest of the night consisted of the two doing this all around the club while people cheered, and you sat at the bar blaming the night for making all of this stupid stuff happening in the first place.