A flowery parasol, a flurry of pink and brown hair, and a cocky smile that she had to admit rivaled her own. That's all Yang could think about whenever she tried to take a moment to relax these days. The fact that someone else had been able to best her so easily, and not just anyone else. It had to be the shrimp with the ice cream color scheme.
It had been a few days since the train incident in Vale and everyone else was off celebrating and taking what they thought was a well-deserved break from bad guys and general mayhem. And while Yang would typically take full advantage of this with plenty of sleep and a good night club she just couldn't. Every time the blonde got a moment to chill she would just think back to those few minutes in that train car.
The fight wasn't even a good one. Usually when Yang had to admit defeat she would at least be satisfied in the thought that she was leaving her opponent in about as rough a shape as she felt, but not this time. Every time she threw a punch at ice cream girl, Yang would only threaten the air around her. This was usually followed by that infuriating smile and maybe a soft smack from the umbrella as the woman would continue evading every shot. Usually Yang's tactic of punch her enemy until she heard the click of the Ember Celica, reload, rinse and repeat worked, but this time it wasn't good enough.
The worst part of the entire encounter was later on when she found out that while she had been out cold on the ground her long lost mother had stepped in to save her. That more than anything made Yang constantly beat herself up. It had been the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae that was the ass kicking she had received (for once, no pun intended).
Yang let out a shout of frustration, falling back onto her bed and hearing the books that provided the sort-of stability to her top bunk groan under the shifting blonde. Luckily for her the room was empty and she didn't have to explain her tirade of angst and self-loathing. Blake had just finished one of her ninja love books and wanted to go into Vale to pick up some new stories. Weiss and Ruby had gone with in order to see how the restoration of the city's center was going after the rampaging Grimm almost destroyed it. Yang had only denied the invitation to go along so she could straighten out her own thoughts and make plans on how she was going to find small, pink, and cocky.
There was just one problem. Yang knew exactly zilch about Torchwick's new henchgirl save for her odd color scheme and a name that she remembered Torchwick calling her that night after the fight in the underpass. Yang smiled at the memory of the pink and brown haired girl shattering as she tried to politely introduce the Ember Celica to the woman's face. Yang filed away the memory for later when she would need ideas of what to do when she finally caught the small girl.
"Neo," Yang grumbled, glaring at the ceiling. She thought hard, trying to think of anything that could help her in the search for little Ms. Ice Cream. Alas nothing came to her, partially due to the fact that whenever she tried to recall anything from the fight she would just feel a dull ache on the back her head from when she was somehow thrown at the top of the train. "She's strong for a small fry," Yang moaned to no one in particular, closing her eyes at the memory.
Yang's eyes suddenly flew open as an idea grew in her head. "Junior might know something," the blonde inquired, continuing her conversation with the ceiling. The owner of her favorite nightclub always was one to go to for information, and while the past couple of times hadn't resulted in much, he did have dealings with Torchwick in the past and thus might know something about his new partner in crime. At least Yang could escape her prison of angst for a night and get herself a pick-me-up, preferably in the Strawberry Sunrise variety.
Yang gathered up the energy to escape the comfort of her bed and put her plan into action. Climbing down and straightening the book supports, she walked over to her drawers to pick out her battle outfit. Something that said "I'm just here to have a good time, but if you don't give me exactly what I want I'm sending you through the window again". Eventually she just settled on her typical nightlife outfit of her black and white jacket, short black shorts and kick ass boots (pun fully intended). Putting on the garb, Yang admired herself in the mirror, straightening the tangled mess of bedhead she had. Once her hair was settled and she had her two golden bracelets secured to her wrists Yang walked out the door and down to where she kept her prized motorcycle, Bumblebee.
The deserted streets pulsed with the beats emanating from the club as Yang drove up to her preferred alleyway to park her bike. Taking off her helmet and shaking out her blonde locks of hair she entered the front entrance and slowly walked up to the bouncer at the door. The man looked up at the sound of thudding footsteps against the floor and felt his heart drop.
"Heya Jack, how's it going," Yang greeted the man, recognizing him from one of her many brawls she enjoyed here. She smiled as a small bead of sweat trickled down from his fedora, "Can Junior come out to play?" The man fumbled with his words before finally nodding and standing far to the side to allow for the blonde woman to enter the main club. "Smart move slick," Yang teased patting the man on the shoulders as she walked past. The guard just straightened his hat and slowly inched his way to the exit, anticipating how the night was going to end with Blondie in the club.
Yang strolled into the main area, looking across the room. She smiled as her heart matched the rhythm of the club. The image of the various patrons pulsed on the dance floor as the main lights strobed with the beat of the song. Red light roamed around the room as Yang shifted her gaze to the tall bearded man standing behind the bar. His two little minions weren't that far away from him and various guards stood watching the general happenings of the club.
The guards who looked back at the entrance lost whatever mirth was on their faces as they saw the large mane of blonde hair contrasted against the translucent wall behind her. One of them hurried over to the bar and tapped Junior on the shoulder, pointing up at the new predicament in the club as the other guards slowly shifted away from the entrance hoping the blonde wasn't in a particularly "fun" mood. Junior noticed all of this and sighed, inwardly cursing himself for the general unhelpfulness of his staff.
Yang walked over, staring directly at the taller man and shooting him a flirtatious smile. "Blondie," Junior called to her, "to what do I owe the displeasure?"
Yang just giggled at the man, resting both her arms on the bar in an apparent casual form. "Oh, I'm just here to catch up and check how the club was doing," Yang said with mock concern. She watched the two twins slowly walk over to back up the boss. Yang winked at the girls and made a drink motion as they just rolled their eyes.
"Well we're still standing no thanks to you and your crew," Junior scoffed, signaling for one of the girls to go ahead and make the Blondie special. "On second thought," he said as the drink was slid to Yang, "I should be thanking you guys."
"Oh really, and why is that?" the blonde asked, picking the little umbrella out of the drink and spinning it in her fingers.
Junior poured himself a drink as he replied, "After all the chaos calmed down, people just wanted to forget about the whole mess." The conversing pair looked over as a couple of patrons approached the bar, laughing and signaling for a bartender. "More and more folks are coming down to forget their problems. Drink sales are through the roof."
"Then, it's almost like you owe me a favor, right?" Yang asked in her most innocent voice.
Junior once again berated himself, running a hand across his face as the realization of the trap that had just been sprung came upon him. He took a large swig out his drink and started pouring himself another. "I don't know if I would go that far."
"That wasn't a request Junior," Yang stated, suddenly dropping the flirtatious, girly voice and going back to her normal brutish one. "I need some information."
"Course you do," the weary man huffed, leaning against the bar and making a gesture with his free hand to tell Blondie to get on with it.
Yang once again put on her cocky smile, acknowledging the taller man's defeat. "I need to know about one of Torchwick's little grunts that you may have seen around here."
"I told you last time you were in here with that annoying blue haired fellow, I haven't had contact with him since he hired my men." Junior stood up again with an air of finality. "I sure as hell wouldn't know anyone who may or may not be working with him."
"Yeah but I figure this one you would have to be blind to miss, although with this lighting," Yang said looking back at the strobing lights as they increased in beat with the speed of the newest song.
"You get used to it," Junior stated, putting on his sunglasses to shield some of the harsh lighting.
Yang took a sip of her drink, her smile increasing at the strawberry taste. "She's a strong silent type, half pink half brown hair. Rest of her matches the color scheme including the eyes," Yang listed off taking another taste of her magic elixir, "kinda cute in that, I'm going to enjoy kicking your ass, way." She thought back thinking how maybe if the evil witch hadn't been a complete psychopath she might have been interested. Yang shook off the thought and looked back at Junior for an answer.
The tall boss thought for a second before responding, knowing if he misled the blonde brute in any way she would be back, and in a much less pleasant mood. "I think I would remember someone like that walking into my club," he concluded looking back at his twins as they shook their head.
"That's not the answer I was looking for," the blonde growled, letting some of the pent-up frustration from the previous days bubble up to the surface.
Junior took a step back, seeing the anger in the woman flare up in front of him. "Listen," he said hurriedly, putting his hands up in a futile attempt to calm Blondie, "If I see her I'll be sure to let you know."
Yang took a deep breath as she conceded, knowing she wasn't going to get anything else here. She finished her drink and wrote her number down on a napkin, sliding it towards Junior. "Call if you see her," she stated, pointing a finger at the man, "and no booty calls or I swear." She took a step away from the bar once again taking stock of her surroundings. She instantly recognized the song playing as the one that played here the first night she walked into this club.
"Now that business is out of the way," she smiled, looking back at Junior and the twins as they also recognized the song, "anyone care for a dance, I believe this is our song." All three of them huffed in resignation as they walked away to tend to other customers, Junior pocketing the number as he left. Yang just shrugged as she turned towards the dance floor, "Can't hurt a girl for trying."
A/N Thanks for reading my first story. As this is the first any reviews would be welcome. The next chapter will be up as soon as I have the time in my school schedule to write it.