54 dead titan heads on the wall (will contain drunkenness, possibly implied sexual content. Fairly warned be ye, RPers.)

She winced.
"Yeah. I was. Saw a lot of people die that day."
Like anything had really changed since then, in that regard.

"I'm sorry if it brings up...painful memories." Ernest said, looking down at his now-cleared plate.
He decided that now would definitely be the time to change the subject.
"Remember how you said you deserted your squad? If you want, I could try and pull some strings, get you transferred to mine." He said, before turning to the other two men at the table.
"I'd make the offer to you two, but unfortunately you're not in the Military Police.

Sebastian laughed pulling himself up to the table, "Don't worry about it you two, I'm a scout so it doesn't make me mad, just offer me a couple free drinks..." he said passing out once again.

Reia walked through the streets of the interior on her way to the only restaurant that was open at this time of night. She had missed dinner to write her report of the days' events, and she was starving. She made her way through Hermiha district to a small building made of wood and stone. When she opened the door, she was struck by the wonderful smell of meat. Meat was rare these days, and Horatio's restaurant was one of the few places that served it, if you knew to ask for it. Speaking of Horatio...

"Well, if it isn't Reia Britannia! It's been a while, girl! What'll it be?" Horatio boomed from across the room.

"I'll have the chicken," Reia responded.

"Coming right up!"

Reia nodded and went to find a seat, but she stopped when her eyes landed on some familiar faces. "What are the odds?" she wondered.

"I prefer the Scouts" said Nick affirmatively. "Not protecting an unfair king.." Nick said this last part silently. He did not wanted to get his ass kicked by those two. His family never had help from the king, even tho they requested it personally. He heard someone who just entered. He turned around, and for his surprise, another girl. He quickly blushed, turned around and ate a piece of his salted pork. It was better than the meals he had to made when he was poor.

"Ah! Reia! Pull up a chair, why don't you?" Ernest said, waving Reia over.
His stomach was experiencing something that would be best described as a cacophony of cannon fire. It was this phenomenon that caused Ernest to suddenly stand, declare that he desperately needed to vomit. And so, the Lance Corporal leaned over a toilet in the bathroom of the restaurant, emptying the contents of his stomach.

Reia hesitantly accepted Ernest's invitation and moved toward their table. Along with Ernest and the MP brat from earlier, there were twp other men, both of whom were scouts. Reia remembered seeing them around HQ, but she didn't know them at all beyond that. Oh, and all four of them were clearly wasted. As soon as Reia sat down, Ernest bolted to the bathroom. Reia raised her eyebrows. She had never understood the appeal of being drunk.

Ernest picked himself up from the bathroom floor and moved himself back to the table, wiping a small gathering of stomach contents off of his chin, making himself look as presentable as any hungover man could.
"Reia, sorry you had to see that. How'd the mission in Trost go?" He managed to ask through his pounding headache.

Ernest really didn't look well. Reia wondered why he wasn't in bed, sleeping this one off.

"It went well, for the most part," she responded. "We never found Luke..." Reia added softly. They had looked everywhere, but there was no sign of him. Of course, the lack of a body meant they didn't have proof that he was dead, but it was the most likely outcome. No one had seen him since the titan attacked their group in Trost, and he hadn't reported in. Still, there was a chance, albeit a small one, that he was alive. "They still haven't identified some of the wounded though. He could be among them."

Reia thanked Horatio as he set a very delicious-looking grilled chicken in front of her. She almost didn't want to eat after thinking about Luke. But she was so hungry...

He heard the conversation about what happened in Trost. He also remembered that day. Luckily, he did lost anyone close to him, but the only this that trouble him was that he did nothing. He just watched the events. He did not helped any civilians or killed any titans. He just watched. He felt ashamed and he needed to forget. He turned to Seb, because he was too shy to order something like a drink for himself. "Seb, can you order me a whiskey?"

Ernest laid his head sideways on the table, resting it semi-comfortably on his arm.  He looked around at the group of soldiers, before settling his gaze on the fuzzy blob that was his companions."When we're all finished here, it's one of you guys' turn to walk me home.

Reia stared at her food for a few moments. Finally, she worked up the will to pick up her silverware and eat. She took a bite, and it was delicious. She immediately felt better, physically at least. She hadn't realized how much energy she had expended until that moment. Reia ate her chicken as quickly as she could while still acting like a lady. Not that anyone here would care, or even notice, if she ate like a pig.

Reia looked around the table. Everyone just seemed out of it after a long day of fighting and a long night of drinking. She wasn't sure why they invited her over if there was nothing going on. Reia sipped her water, wondering if she should just go home now that she was done eating.

(I really dunno what to say, Im gonna wait till somebody adds and idea. Sorry for any inconvenience)

Reia stood up to leave. "Well, it was nice seeing you all, but I think I should go..."

Suddenly, the door to the restaurant slammed open, and a group of high-ranking officers walked in. Reia stopped and glanced at her drunken companions. She had special permission from Levi to be out this late, but she wasn't sure about the rest of them. If they didn't, and they were caught, who knew what would happen? "Guys..." she said quietly, trying to get their attention without alerting the officers.

Despite the late hour, the officers were boisterously laughing and talking. They stumbled into the middle of the room, clearly drunk. Reia didn't know if that made their situation better or worse. "Horatio, my friend!" the one in front yelled. "Get us a round of the good stuff!" He turned to face his friends, and his eyes landed on the table where she and her companions were seated.

"Bloody hell..." she thought.

Severin wondered why he was stationed at Wall Sina. Or why any other Stationary Guards were there for that matter. Wasn't the Military Police in charge of protection here? Were they incompetent, or needed reinforcements, or.....? Severin didn't know. But as he walked along, he checked his rifle. 'Well, at least Kurt won't go hungry here with all the bushes and shrubbery', he thought to himself. Kurt was probably hiding in the shadows, eating something. Severin's thought train was interrupted by a commotion in a nearby bar. "Geez, they are being really loud in there.I'm betting it's a bunch of drunken Military Policemen." He laughed to himself. Severin stopped near the bar, waiting for a fight to happen. He'd rather be on the Walls, but he wasn't going to complain. His 3DMG was in working condition, so he could zoom up the Wall when he was done on the ground. Severin yawned.

Since nobody had been hurled through the window yet, Severin decided to enter the bar to get a drink himself. Not an alcoholic one, though, as the Military Police were drinking that. He kept his rifle  ready as he opened the door and observed the scene. Of course, as always, there were drunk Military Police. When were they not drunk? As Severin made his way to the barkeep, he noticed there was a Scout here as well."Barkeep, could you give me some water?My throat is dry, and I still have some patrolling to do." He dropped some coins on the table. Severin drank, waiting for a brawl to start. He anticipated one was coming, and he gripped his rifle tighter.