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A Game of Theft and Style
Chapter 1 – The Date
"So. You and Ruby Rose, huh?"
Velvet shyly fidgeted with a silly smile and a rosy blush on her cheeks. "Yeah. Me and Ruby."
"I thought she was together with Weiss Schnee." It wasn't as much of a question as it was a statement. Coco crossed one leg over the other and her arms crossed over her chest as she eyed the Faunus. "What happened?"
Velvet looked away. Her bunny ears drooped and she took her time responding. "…I got between them. I won Ruby over."
"Is that the short version?" Coco asked with a frown. When her teammate only nodded the fashionista sighed. "I don't know what you did exactly, but…That's a rather shitty move on your part, Velvet. But if Ruby is happy with you, then congratulations I guess." She leant back against the back of the chair and clicked her tongue. Thoughts ran through her head, elaborated further into `what ifs` and `maybes´ as she turned back to the Faunus. "So that means that Weiss Schnee isn't seeing anyone at the moment?"
The fellow brunette cocked her head to the side. "Well, no. It has only been a couple of months."
There was a small, lopsided smile on the team-leader's face. Coco did not approve of how Velvet had managed to snag Ruby from the heiress – though she did not know how, she imagined it hadn't been pretty – it did mean that Weiss was available, so to speak. "Think you can do me a favour, Velvet?"
"She, uhm…She said it's nothing against you, personally. She's just not feeling it right now."
Well that was disappointing, but completely understandable. Coco shrugged her shoulders and re-directed her attention back to the fashion magazine in her hands. "I see."
"She said it was OK to give you her number, though, so…Here."
A single brow quirked neatly upwards as the fashionista smiled and humbly accepted the small piece of paper. It was a start at the very least and Coco was more than happy for the small progress. Weiss Schnee had been on her radar since day one; the girl was modest, carried herself proudly, had a good eye for clothes and thus stylish, and was the perfect blend of cute and sexy. She was mature beyond her years and an exceptional Huntress, not to mention a proper conversationalist judging from the few but lengthy interactions they've had so far.
And her looks; her flawless, light skin and her long, pristine snow-white hair. Her pale-blue eyes. Even her scar was beautiful in its own way. She's like a porcelain doll and the brunette had been unable to get her out of her mind since the day she first laid eyes on the heiress. She had not felt like this since—
Coco frowned for a split-second. The past was the past: a forgotten chapter.
Word eventually got around that Weiss Schnee and Ruby Rose was an item. The interest in the fencer faded away and Coco accepted it. Now that Weiss was available, however…
Well, why let this chance go to waste?
Best to give the heiress a bit of room before making a move, though; she had to play it cool.
A day passed.
One signal. Two signals. Three signals.
"Weiss Schnee speaking."
"Hey there, Weiss. It's Coco." Real smooth. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Not at all. I was wondering when you would call me."
"Oh?" The brunette could not help the small grin on her face. "I'm sorry if I kept you waiting, then. I wanted to give you some more space. How are you holding up, girl?"
"Better, I suppose." Her voice was monotone; either she was preoccupied or heavily disinterested. Hopefully not the latter. "What do you want?"
Coco chuckled. "Straight to the point, huh? I can work with that. I was wondering if you had any plans tonight. If you don't, I know a good place to cut loose. Good drinks, music, and lovely company. Interested?"
Silence. Five seconds of silence.
"Are you asking me out?"
"I certainly am."
More silence. Each second felt like hours, agonizingly slow and disheartening.
"Perhaps another time."
Coco's heart sank a bit. Perhaps it had been too early, but she was determined nonetheless; she had not been outright rejected after all.
"I understand. Think you'll change your mind tomorrow?"
"Possibly."
"That's still not a `no´," the brunette replied with a smile. "Until next time, have a great night!"
"You too, Coco."
The call ended swiftly. Coco stared at her scroll, not quite satisfied, not quite disappointed. Until Weiss clearly rejected her, she had a fighting chance, be it a relationship down the line or good lay, whichever worked with Weiss.
A week went by. Coco called Weiss a few more times only to receive `perhaps another time´ or `give me some more time´ and it was driving the fashionista up the wall. She was dedicated to this, but gods above she did not appreciate being led on. She would accept the heiress declining her offer altogether if she just said so.
She sighed and slumped back into her bed. Perhaps she had been too forward; the thought had occurred to her continuously, but at the same time she really did want to spend time with the fencer and see where it could take them. There had to be a chance if the heiress hadn't shot her down by now.
Right…?
Her scroll suddenly emitted a lovely tune the brunette had chosen. In her startled state she fumbled to an embarrassing degree to answer the call – from Weiss Schnee?!
Her heart skipped a beat as she finally managed to answer. "H-Hey, Weiss! Speak of the devil!"
"Hello, Coco," the heiress replied. She sounded a bit…better? It was barely noticeable. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"Heh. No, not at all. What's up, girl?"
"Nothing, but I was hoping to rectify that. Are you free this Friday?"
Coco chuckled, heart hammering beneath her breast. "Let me check my calendar real quick." A lie. She had no plans whatsoever on purpose in case she would manage to win Weiss over for a date. "Looks like I'm all yours on Friday, Schnee."
In more than one way, that is.
"Oh, great!" Was that enthusiasm in her voice? Gods, Coco nearly swooned. "Then, shall we meet at the Panther Lounge? Say, seven?"
The Panther Lounge; one of Vale's most famous Lesbian clubs/bars. It was as classy as it was a hot-spot for sexual tension. You didn't go there just to listen to music or drink. One way or another, you were bound to at least find yourself between a woman's legs at the end of the night. And Weiss wanted to take her there.
A bolt of heat shot straight down between Coco's legs.
"How about we go there together? I'll pick you up at 18:30. It's a bit of a walk."
"Sounds good. It's a date then."
The brunette smirked. "It sure is. Take care until then."
As soon as the call ended, the fashionista had to stifle a squeal. Friday could not come fast enough.
