Disclaimer: i don't own RWBY but i worship it

Summary: They were an odd combination, a mixture of personalities that should result in chaos and tears—yet somehow they made it work.

Rating: K+ (to be safe)

Notes: i was on the rt wiki looking at their let's play teams and saw one with barbara, meg, and ashley who all voice in rwby (yang, neon, and coco respectively) and somehow concocted this crack ot3

since this is only the beginning of the relationship so there's nothing shippy yet

It was Yang's idea, really. Neon was throwing Flynt a party in his new apartment—it was also fairly obvious she did out of spite for him not letting her stay—and everyone was getting drunk. Now, Yang can hold her alcohol pretty well on most occasions, but sometimes all she could do was succumb to the sweet nectar of the gods and let herself run wild like a horse on fire. Some people knew it was dangerous to let Yang get too drunk and tried to keep her away from alcohol once she had too much, but others found it amusing and gave her more.

And so, several cups of alcohol in her body and another in her hand, Yang swaggered over to Neon with a grin. She swung her arm over the shorter girl's shoulders, pulling her close and knocking her head with her own.

"Neeeon, heeey," the blonde slurred, her words fluctuating in volume, "sso yer, like, homeless now, huh?"

Normally, Neon would have been offended by being called out, but due to the alcohol, she was also a good amount of drunk. "Ye-ah, seems tha' w'y."

"Why, why don't you move 'n wi-with mee? I jus' got a new p'ace an' I dun wanna hafta pay fer it all, all on m'own, ya know?" Yang squeezed the girl closer, waving her other hand around, slightly spilling alcohol.

"Ya, ya know wha'?" Neon giggled, bumping a hand to Yang's chest playfully. "I sh'uld, I might, take, take youu up on tha' off'r, Yan'!"

Of course the two were terribly drunk and suffered the usual hangover the next morning, they somehow found that most of Neon's belongings had wound up in Yang's apartment.

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With one roommate already living with her, Yang felt a bit more at ease; yet she still felt that it wasn't enough. Sure, living with Neon wasn't bad, but paying rent was still a bit hard when you want to have enough money left over for food.

And so Yang found herself searching for another roommate—after talking with Neon about it first of course. She put an ad up on craigslist and met with a few potential candidates, but none really worked out; granted there were only two people who had contacted her and only one she met in person. Meeting people online was always a sketchy process, you never knew what the person you were seeing was actually anything like they said they were. Which was the exact predicament Yang found herself in once meeting the second roommate candidate.

First, the person didn't show up on time and arrived a good half hour later. Second, they looked like they had been digging through the garbage, and smelled like it too. Third, they admitted they didn't have a job and was actually being kicked out of their apartment. While Yang did feel some sympathy for them, she still had to turn them down; she wasn't bleeding heart like her sister, she didn't have a problem saying "no" to anyone.

So, upset and surrounded by three empty cups of coffee, Yang was close to admitting defeat. She got up to order one last coffee, ignoring the look the barista gave her, and impatiently waited for her drink. When the cup was passed over to her she didn't hesitate to grab it and take a large gulp of the hot and bitter, blessed coffee, still ignoring the barista's strange looks.

Practically throwing herself on the door, Yang sulked her way down the street and towards her apartment. Maybe she could mooch some money off her dad. She finished off her coffee with a grumble and prepare to toss it in a near-by trash bin, but before she reached the trash she noticed writing on the cup and turned it around to read. The writing was neat and actually fairly legible for being written on a cup. It read:

Looking for a roommate?

1-xxx-xxxx

Coco Adel

Yang bit her lip, thinking back to the barista. While it was probably not a good sign that the barista had been listening in on her conversation, she was desperate enough to copy the number into her phone before tossing the cup away. She'd have to go over this with Neon before making any possible permanent decisions.

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Yang found herself laying on her stomach on her bed, her phone lay inches from her face, the screen showing the number of the barista. She had been staring at it for awhile, menacingly. Neon soon found her way in, quietly moving over to sit next to her, legs crossed and head tilted.

"So, you gonna call or what?"

Yang sighed; it had been going on like this for a few days, and with rent due soon the pressure felt aching on her back. On one hand, the barista could turn out to be a great addition to the apartment and offer enough money for rent. On the other hand, the barista could turn out to also be desperate for roommates with money and not be a good addition. Simply put, this was a decision most troubling for Yang.

Eventually, Neon grew impatient and grabbed the phone, tapping the call button before Yang could react. There was a brief struggle between the two, Yang nearly falling head first off the bed and Neon being lightly punched in the gut, before a voice answered on the phone. The two froze, silently looking at each other with panic. Neon hesitantly reached out and tapped the speaker button, still unsure of what to do.

"—if this is a prank call I'm gonna track you down and burn your couch I swear to—"

Well that didn't seem good. Yang's eyes widened, silently screaming at Neon; one of them had to say something.

"Uh, w-wait!" Neon blurted out, her voice a little shaky as she darted her eyes between the phone and Yang. "We, we're, shit, Yang, you say something!"

"What? Why me?" Yang pushed herself up, careful not to knock the phone off the bed. "You're the one who pressed call!"

"But you're the one who got the number!" Neon pushed a finger against Yang's forehead, her cheeks puffed out. The two were about to have one of their regular squabbles but stopped by the sound of laughter from the phone.

"I'm guessing this is the girl who was looking for a roommate?"

"Um, y-yeah," Yang stuttered, voice cracking with slight embarrassment, "you gave me your number on the coffee up? Uh, I mean it's kinda rude that you listened in on my conversation, but if you're looking for a place and can actually help with rent…"

"Yeah, sorry about eavesdropping, that's just what I like to do one slow days, and you were kind of loud."

"She's always loud," Neon butted in, earning a jab to her side from Yang's elbow.

"And I wouldn't just give out my number to someone without a reason. I am looking for a new place to stay, my current roommate is actually moving away and I'm not up for paying the rent for this place on my own. Or at all really, it was pretty expensive."

"Well, my, er, our apartment isn't top quality, just so you know."

"Way to sell it, Yang."

"I mean it's not fancy! It's not like it's a shitty, run down room with faulty plumbing and druggie neighbors!"

"Have you actually had an apartment with faulty plumbing and druggie neighbors?"

"That's not relevant!" Yang felt like she was just digging a hole for herself; like hell the person would want to room with them now, their current apartment was probably high quality with large, expansive rooms or something. Neon was having a fit, falling back on the bed and clutching her sides with laughter. Kicking the other girl to quiet down, Yang picked up the phone, turning the speaker off and bringing it to her ear just in time to catch the person saying it was fine and that they really were interested.

"I actually have to go right now, my roommate just got back, but text me your address so I can come meet you and see where I'll be living soon!"

Well, it seemed like the deal was already sealed.