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Echoes. Bertholdt only caught one of their names and she’s the one making eyes at him: Maria, unfortunately. Her name could not have been more poorly suited to this situation and she doesn’t even know it.

[reibert week: reiner, no!]

Reiner’s been talking about blowing off steam for weeks.

At first, Bertholdt thought he meant doing the usual: sneaking a case of ale from the storehouse, drinking until they pass out, and wake up the next morning feeling sick, but all the better for it. That does the trick for most of the recruits, and often it’s how they celebrate the end of their exams. It’s how they’re celebrating tonight, packed like sardines into a rented room just off the training compound, passing bottles of sour beer and hushing each other to keep the landlord off their asses. Bertholdt thought that’s what they would be doing as well.

He didn’t think-

“I’ve set us up,” Reiner says with glee after giving Bertholdt a playful punch on the shoulder. “You can thank me later.”

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