The streets of Vale were alive with the hustle and bustle of people, cars and lights. A black and yellow motor bike was zigzagging its way through the main roads, until it turned onto a dimly lit and somewhat shady corner, stopping outside of Junior's club.
Yang Xiao Long parked her beloved Bumble Bee and took off her helmet, her long golden hair falling to her waste. To say that Yang was pretty would be an understatement, she was gorgeous, with soft lilac eyes, an hourglass figure and rather large tracks of land. And she knew it to, wearing short shorts and a crop top jacket to show off her figure.
She loved the attention she got because of her looks, and she owned it. Either using it to embarrass people, persuade them or better still make them underestimate her.
That last one was a favourite of hers, because it's always funny when some jackass who gets a bit too handsy decides to underestimate a huntress in training.
She walked into the club hips swaying to the rhythm of the music pumping from the DJ. The dance floor was packed with people dancing and grinding. The whole place smelled of sweat, alcohol and drugs.
Yang grinned, this was definitely her kind of place.
She walked up to the bar, where the only other occupant was a guy slouched over the counter, wearing a white sleeveless shirt and similarly white pants, his hands and feet were wrapped in linen and in one hand was a shot glass and a gourd at his hip.
"Strawberry Sunrise please" Yang called out her order "No ice, and with a little umbrella."
The man behind the counter looked past his red tinted glasses to look at her. He was a big man, easily breaking 6'6 and dressed like a stereotypical bartender, sleeveless suit, white collar shirt and black dress pants. Only difference was he wore black leather gloves.
"You sure you're old enough to be drinking in here?" he asked.
"Aren't you a little old to be named Junior?" Yang countered grinning.
Junior clucked his tongue. "So you know who I am, do I owe you money or something?" he said, walking out from behind the bar.
"No, I just want information, and I hear you know everything." Yang said following him with her hands behind her back.
"I know a lot, but information doesn't come cheap girly no matter what it is." Junior said dismissively.
"I think I can pay, but instead of girly" Yang said sweetly coming closer to him "call me sir!" Yang said harshly this time grabbing his jewels in a vice like grip.
Jaune Arc loved a good drink. He was sitting at the bar, with a very pleasant buzz going on. He was always happy when he had some booze, and tonight was no exception. Junior always had good stuff on tap and he always complied to Jaune's tastes.
So he lost himself in the bliss that was alchohol, not noticing Junior leaving the bar, or the golden haired bombshell that was talking to him. Or how same bombshell sent Junior careening into the bar with one punch, subsequently spilling Jaune's drink.
Jaune sat up at that point.
No-one.
Touches.
His.
Drink.
He turned around the culprit, and saw the Bombshell finishing up a fight with Juniors men with… were those shotgun gauntlets? As a practitioner of punching he could definitely respect that. She was also insanely hot, and definitely Jaune's type. Had she not just made him spill his drink, he'd have considered using the Arc charm on her. But no, SHE SPILLED HIS DRINK, and that is a crime that cannot be forgiven unless one of two things happened.
Either she buys him another.
Or he beats the crap out of her.
And he really wanted to punch something right now.
Jaune walked over to her, her back was turned to him as she was currently punching a bouncer repeatedly in the face. He tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey." He slurred.
Yang turned around and just barely dodged a punch to her throat from the guy from the bar.
"You spilled my drink."
"Dude..." Was all Yang could say before she noticed something. A strand of long, golden hair in his fingers.
Her hair.
Her eye's turned red.
No-one.
Touches.
Her.
Hair.
It was so on.
Yang roared, her hair igniting and her eyes turning red as she launched herself at the as yet unnamed assailant. Jaune meanwhile dodged her punch by leaning forward, and as he did so, brought his back leg up to meet her face. Yang's momentum was already bringing her forward too fast for her to stop or dodge so she could do nothing but take the kick squarly to her jaw, fortunately her aura was able to stop most of the damage, but it didn't stop it from hurting like a bitch. And what she didn't expect from the kick was an electric shock that had her smelling ozone. She looked at his feet and saw that the linen he had wrapped around them was crackling slightly. She backed off and glared at her opponent, taking up a peekaboo style boxing stance. Jaune meanwhile through his hands up holding them open slightly and was swaying back and forth, clearly drunk beyond belief.
They stared at each other waiting for the other to move.
"Names Jaune." He said still slurring his words together
"Yang."
"You spilled my drink."
"You hurt my hair."
"We both have stupid things we get angry about don't we."
"A bit."
"We aren't going to back down are we."
"Nope."
"Wanna take this outside?"
"Sure."
They both started walking out of the club, Junior in the backround mumbling a small thank you that his club wasn't destroyed any more than it already was. Neither of them took there eyes of the other. Yang walked straight out, while Jaune continued to stumble. He grabbed the gourd that was still at his hip, took the top off, leaned his head back and started chugging whatever was inside it while he pushed the door open.
They both walked into the street, Jaune still drinking.
Yang looked at him curiously her eyes still red and her hair still flaming "Don't expect me to go easy on you just because you're plastered."
"Funny." Jaune said stoppering the gourd and tying it back on his hip, his face started to flush heavily and his stance even more wobbly. "I was gonna ask you not to."
And with that Jaune lunged forward, striking at Yang's shoulder. She dodged out of the way and sent a jab towards Jaune who arched his back forward and caught her arm behind his back with his own. He then went for a headbut which Yang dodged before delivering a hook to Jaunes face which he twisted away from. Yang rushed him, bobbing her head side to side and went for another jab, Jaune this time leaning back whilst extending his arm out to strike at her face, the wrapping son his hand crackling. She blocked it with her guarding hand and with her outstretched threw Jaune onto the ground. Jaune groaned and layed there unmoving and Yang went for an axe kick to his face, Jaune pivoted on his hip, dodging the kick which cracked the pavement and locked his on her other leg, twisting and forcing her to fall sideways. Jaune rolled with her, and grabbed her leg into such a position that her joints were all locked by his body and he began to apply pressure to all of them.
"By me another drink or I dislocate your leg."
Yang simply grunted and Jaune began applying more pressure, the joint of her knee popping slightly.
"Your aura heals wounds like cuts and bruisings, even mends bones completely in a few months, but its not gonna pop it back in place. So you wanna by me that drink. Yang right?"
"Moving a bit fast aren't we there Jauney, already asking me out for a drink." Yang said grinning. She retracted her other leg and kicked straight for Jaune's family jewels and struck home. Jaune immediately let go and curled into a ball squeaking slightly.
Yang got up and stood over him. "Don't touch my hair."
"My dick!" Jaune moaned, his voice a few octaves higher than normal. "Why'd you have to go and hit me in the dick?"
Yang winced slightly her eyes going back to normal and the fire fading from her hair, even for her that was a low blow. "Yeah um, sorry actually, I kinda didn't know what else to do. Um I guess I could buy you that drink?"
Jaune opened one eye glaring at her and Yang. She looked down ashamedly. Jaune sighed, his aura had already begun healing his nuts and he was more feeling wounded pride than wounded… you get the picture. It still was going to be a bit tender for a day or two.
"Yeah sure, sorry about your hair by the way."
"Just don't do it again." And this time Yang glared a bit before leaning down and extending a hand.
"Truce?" she asked
"Truce." Jaune said taking her hand and standing wincing slightly as he did so. He had stopped slurring as that last hit had effectively sobered him up.
"Aw man the airship ride tomorrow was already going to be a pain in the ass." Jaune thought as they walked back into Junior's, hearing him moan as they did so. "But now it's going to be a pain in the dick as well."
