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02. | the party after the party

A/N: kinda long mb😃. Anyway I (my German ass) forgot that in the USA the legal age of drinking is 21. It’s not proofread, but I’m going to proofread it one day👀.

The parking lot outside of the club is buzzing with energy, cars pulling in and out, people still celebrating the Titans big playoff win and the bass from the music inside thumping through the air. The streetlights cast a dim glow, barely illuminating Y/N and Daria as they wait under a flickering bulb near the street entrance.

Y/N shifts her weight, adjusting the thin straps of her black dress. The fabric of the dress clings to her in all the right places and her fluffy black heels add just enough height to make her feel confident. She clutches the handle of her vintage Louis Vuitton denim bag.

Beside her, Daria exhales dramatically. “Where the hell is this mystery man?” She tugs at the sleeves of her black asymmetric mesh top, her vintage leopard print maxi skirt flowing with her movements. Her black slingback court heels click softly against the pavement and she idly adjust the strap of her Jacquemus Le Chiquito leather tote bag. Gold earrings catch the light as she tosses her brown curly hair over her shoulder, bracelets jingling faintly.

Y/N glances as her phone just as it starts vibrating. Unknown Number Calling.

She picks up. “Hello?”

A deep voice, smooth but slightly rushed, answers, “Yeah, uh, is this Y/N?”

“Who’s asking?” she replies cautiously.

“I’m Jean. Ony sent me to pick you up. Said you don’t know what a tall SF look like…” Jean laughs as he recalls how Ony called him.

“Where exactly are you?” he continues.

Y/N looks around. “We’re in the parking lot, east side of the building under the big ass flickering light.”

“Got it. Stay there, I’m pulling up.”

She hangs up and turns to Daria. “His name is Jean. He is coming.”

Daria raises an eyebrow. “Jean? Never heard of him. Hope he’s fine.”

A minute later, a sleek black car pulls into the lot, headlights briefly illuminating them. The driver’s door opens, and out steps Jean Kirstein.

And damn.

Jean is tall, really TALL, with a lean but built form. His light brown hair is cropped short on the sides, a little longer on top, and his sharp features, strong jaw and high cheekbones, are highlighted by the streetlights. His light brown eyes scan the lot before landing on them, and he moves with an effortless confidence that makes it clear he’s used to people noticing him.

He stops a few feet away, looking between them. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, that’s me”

Jean nods, than glances at Daria.

She smirks and extends a hand. “I’m Daria. Thanks for the rescue, tall stranger.”

Jean chuckles, shaking her hand. “No problem. Y’all ready? The party’s up the street, but it’s easier to cut through the back entrance.”

“I thought you were already there?” Y/N asks while looking into her car.

“Nah. You know what they say.”

Daria raises her eyebrow. “What do they say?”

“The best comes last.” He winks at Daria.

Jean starts leading the way and Daria leans closer to Y/N, whispering, “That’s a tallllllll horse I wanna ride.”

Y/N bites back a laugh, nudging her. “Bitch, behave.”

Daria just smirks, eyes locked in Jean’s broad back as they follow him.

The closer they get, the louder the music becomes, the bass vibrating through the ground. The club’s back entrance is less crowded, but inside is pure chaos. Bodies dancing, drinks flowing and cheers still going up for the Titans win.

As soon as they step in, Ony appears, arm around a very giggly Jasmine. He grins wide when he spots the three. “Finally! Thought y’all got lost.”

Jasmine, clearly drunk but happy, waves lazily. “Babyyyyy, you found them!”

Ony laughs. “Nah, Jean did. He’s a lifesaver.”

Y/N nods at Jean. “Yeah, thanks for coming through.”

Jean shrugs. “All good. Didn’t want Ony stressing over his lil sister.”

Ony playfully rolls his eyes. “Anyway, let me introduce you to some of my teammates.”

While Y/N gets pulled into conversations, congratulating Ony on the win, Daria disappears with Jean. She finds him leaning against a VIP section wall, a blunt in his fingers, looking relaxed.

Daria smirks, stepping up to him. “Didn’t take you for a smoker, Horse Boy.”

Jean exhales smoke, grinning. “Didn’t take you for someone who’d wanna ride.”

Daria plucks the blunt from his hand and takes a slow hit. “Guess we’re both full of surprises.”

Ony leads Y/N deeper into the VIP section. He stops in front of a group standing near the bar, their jerseys swapped for designer fits and iced-out chains.

First up is Levi.

Levi Ackermann, the Titans head coach, is shorter than most of the players but carries himself with an authority that makes up for it. His sharp blue eyes scan Y/N as Ony introduces her.

“This is my little sister, Y/N,” Ony says. “She’s in school for acting.”

Levi nods, barely sipping his drinks. “Acting, huh? At least one of you has a career plan outside of basketball.”

Ony scoffs. “Coach, c’mon, we just won.”

Levi shrugs. “Doesn’t mean you stop thinking about the future.” He looks at Y/N. “Nice to meet you. Hope your brother is keeping you out of trouble.”

She smirks. “I think I’m the one keeping him out of trouble.”

Levi huffs out what might be the tiniest chuckle before walking off, clearly not one for long conversations.

Next, Ony introduces her to Porco Galliard.

Porco is all cocky smirks and easy confidence, leaning against the bar in a fitted tee that shows off his arms. “So this is Ony’s little sister.” he says, giving her a checkup look. “Damn, why didn’t you tell us you had a fine-ass sister, bro?”

Ony smacks him on the back of the head. “Watch it, man.”

Y/N just laughs. “Nice to meet you too, Porco.”

After some back and forth, Ony finally spots two more familiar faces. He gestures for Y/N to follow him deeper into the VIP section, where two players are posted up, drinks in their hand.

Eren Jäger and Connie Springer.

Eren is exactly the type of guy Y/N expects him to be. Tall, lean, with wild green teal eyes and hair that’s barely tamed. He has the vibe of a guy who’s always either about to get into a fight or charm his way into someone’s head.

Next to him, Connie Springer stands out in an entirely different way.

He’s tall, easily towering over Y/N, with a buzz cut that makes his Dominican features even sharper. His skin is a warm, rich light brown and the way he leans against the bar, relaxed and confident, makes it impossible not to notice him.

Ony does the introductions. “Y/N, this is Eren and this is Connie.”

Eren nods, eyes already scanning the room for his next distraction. “What’s up?”

Connie, however, actually takes the time to look at her. His gaze drags from her gold earrings down to the thin straps of her dress, to the vintage LV bag hanging off her shoulder. He smirks. “So this is Ony’s little sister, huh?”

Y/N crosses her arms, raising a brow. “Y’all gotta stop calling me that like I don’t have a name.”

Connie chuckles. “Fair enough.”

Before he can say more, Jasmine stumbles over, giggling as she wraps herself around Ony’s arm. “Baaabyyy,” she drawls, clearly drunk. She leans in, whispering something into Ony’s ear that makes his expression shift from amused to focused.

He clears his throat. “Uh, yeah, we gotta go.”

Jasmine grins, already pulling him away. “Y’all look after my girl, okay?”

Ony sighs but nods at Connie and Eren. “Keep an eye on Y/N.” Then, to Y/N, “Don’t get into any trouble.”

“I never do.” She says sweetly.

Ony shakes his head, already getting dragged toward the exit by Jasmine.

Eren wastes no time. “Aight, I’m gonna go find me a little something for the night.” He shoots Connie a look. “You good?”

Connie waves him off. “Yeah, go ahead.”

Eren smirks, spotting a girl across the club and disappearing into the crowd.

That leaves Connie and Y/N alone.

Connie gestures toward the bar. “Let me buy you a drink.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “You tryna get me drunk?”

“Nah,” Connie says easily. “just wanna know what kind of drink a girl like you orders.”

She tilts her head. “And what kind of girl do you think I am?”

Connie smirks. “That’s what I’m tryna find out.”

Intrigued, she slides onto the barstool. “Fine. Surprise me.”

Connie signals the bartender and orders a cocktail, something smooth but with a kick, just like he imagines she’d like. When the drink arrives, Y/N takes a slow sip, humming in approval.

“Not bad,” she admits.

Connie leans in slightly, elbows on the barstool. “So, tell me about yourself. I know Ony said you’re in school, but what are you studying?”

“Acting,” she says, swirling her drink. “I’m in collage here in New York, tryna make it big.”

He nods, “You any good?”

She smirks. “Wouldn’t be studying it if I wasn’t.”

Connie chuckles. “I like the confidence.” He takes a sip of his own drink. “How old are you?”

“Twenty. Almost twenty-one.”

He grins. “Ahh, so you still a baby.”

She scoffs. “Boy, shut up.”

“I’m just saying, you got that ‘not quite legal’ energy.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but there’s amusement in them. “And you? How old are you?”

“Twenty-four,” he says. “Grown enough.”

She eyes him. “And where you from? You got an accent.”

“Dominican Republic,” Connie answers proudly. “Came to the States when I was a kid, but I still go back when I can.”

Y/N tilts her head. “So that’s why you’re all tall and built like that.”

Connie grins. “Something like that.” He watches her for a moment, than says, “You got a man?”

She sips her drink, meeting his gaze over the rim. “Do you?”

Connie let out a laugh. “Nah. But I like the way you think.” He leans in slightly towards her ear, voice dropping just a bit. “I gotta say…. a woman after my taste.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “And what exactly is your taste?”

Connie’s takes another sip of his drink, eyes dark with something unreadable. “Still figuring that out. But so far, I like what I see.”

Y/N holds his gaze for a beat longer before letting out a soft laugh. “Mmm. You are real smooth, huh?”

Connie shrugs, grinning. “I try.”

Y/n shakes her head, sipping her drink.

They’ve been talking for what feels like forever, but it doesn’t feel forced. Connie’s easy to talk to and he keeps her entertained with stories about his childhood in the Dominican Republic, his early days in the NBA and the dumbest things his teammates have done.

“Porco even try to fight a mascot.” Connie laughs, shaking his head. “Like, deadass squared up with it. That man got some issues.”

Y/N giggles, sipping the cocktail Connie bought her. “You’re lying.”

“Nah, I swear.” He grins. “I got the video to prove it.

She tilts her head. “You keep receipts like that on your teammates?”

Connie smirks. “Only when it’s that funny.”

Y/N shakes her head, amused. “I fell like being on a team with y’all is just constant chaos.”

“You have no idea.”

Before Connie can say more, a familiar voice cuts through the noise.

“Bitch, I’m ready to gooooo.”

Y/N turns to see Daria strolling toward them, her vintage leopard print maxi skirt flowing behind her. She’s clearly high, her gold earrings catching the light as she grins lazily, and she’s not alone.

Jean is right behind her, looking just as fried. He runs a hand through his light brown hair, his usually sharp expression completely relaxed. “Yo… the club is spinning.”

Y/N sighs. “ Y’all got high without me?”

Daria smirks. “You were too busy flirting with tall and tan over her.” She leans in , stage whispering, “And I respect it.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but before she can respond, Daria claps her hands together. “Aight, but for real, let’s go. My bed is calling my name.”

Jean nods lazily. “Yeah, I definitely can’t drive like this.”

Y/N sighs but doesn’t argue. “Alright, let’s go.”

Connie leans back, watching the exchange with amusement. “Damn, so I’m just getting abandoned?”

Jean claps his hand on Connie’s shoulder. “Nah, bro. You’re driving me home.”

Connie stares at him. “Huh?”

Jean gestures to himself. “I’m high, dude. You got me.”

Connie groans, but he doesn’t actually look mad. “Foque (fuck)…” he looks at Y/N. “See what I deal with?”

Y/N laughs. “Sounds like a you problem.”

Connie shakes his head but stands up, finishing his drink. “Fine, I got him.” He looks back at Y/N. “You sure you’re good to drive?”

She nods. “Yeah, I got this.”

Connie grins. “A woman who handles her own shit. I like that.”

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully. “Smooth”

Daria tugs on her arm. “Aight, enough flirting. Take me hoooooome.”

Jean leans against Connie dramatically. “Yeah, bro. Take me home too.”

Connie shoves him off. “Man, get in the damn car.”

Y/N just laughs as she and Daria head towards her car, leaving behind a very high Jean and a very responsible, but very over it, Connie.

Y/N unlocks the car and Daria practically melts into the passenger seat, kicking off her slingback court heels with a dramatic sigh.

“God, my feet are screaming,” Daria groans, leaning her head against the window.

Y/N laughs as she slides into the drivers seat. “That’s what you get for picking fashion over function.”

Daria waves a lazy hand. “It’s called suffering for the aesthetic, babe.” She stretches, her gold bracelets glinting under the car’s interior light, before turning to Jean and Connie, who are still standing outside. Jean looks gone, while Connie just looks tired.

Jean rubs his face. “Mannnnnn I am so high.”

Connie side eyes him. “No shit, bro.”

Daria grins, her eyes flicking between the two lean as she rolls down the passenger window. “Y’know..” She hums, tapping her manicured nails against her Jacquemus bag. “We could keep the party going at home. A little after-the-after-party situation.”

Jean perks up. “Yo, I like the way you think.”

Connie snorts. “Man, you just don’t wanna go home.”

Daria tries to get out the car but before her feet’s hit the ground she throws up all over the ground and the car parked next to them.

Y/N groans while Jean start laughing really loud.

Y/N rolls Daria window up and Daria closes her door and starts sleeping in her seat. Y/N winks at Connie and Jean wishing Connie “Good Luck” while driving back home, leaving the boys behind.

Fun facts🏀🏀:

• The team never meant Ony sister , Y/N, cause she never came but he always talks about his family to his teammates.

• Jean nickname is Horsepower 🐎

• Daria watches the NBA but since Jean was a transfer mid season that’s why Daria didn’t know him.

• Ony is getting it tonight!

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