Three Years Later.
Jaune sat alone at the counter of the CrowBar in Vale, in his right hand was a gold star, and left a glass. He dragged his thumb across the engraving: "Vale Police Department." He took another swig when Lisa Lavender appeared on the TV.
"It's been three years since the reconstruction of Beacon Academy," Jaune looked up at the TV, "Headmistress Glynda Goodwitch with cooperation with Weiss Schnee held a grand tournament to memorialize the occasion."
The TV continued but Jaune drowned it out as he looked over to the bulletin board. He was taken back as he looked at each picture.
"The quiet life," Ren's rubbed a pregnant Nora's belly.
"At least for the moment," Nora's voice whispered.
"That sounds purrfect," Yang had her right arm around Blake as she extended her left ring finger with a sparkling new addition.
"Why didn't I catch that sooner?" Blake groaned.
"Not me," Weiss sighs, "I'm needed back in Atlas, there's plenty of excitement up there. Sure, would like some sweet company."
Ruby clasped her hands behind her back, blushed, and spun her right foot on the ground. Weiss pulled her by her elbow to her side.
The final picture was one of Pyrrah, Jaune had taken it while she wasn't looking. All he could hear were her last words to him: "No matter what happens, what anyone says, I will always love you."
Jaune let out a deep sigh, he stared at the bottom of his glass when the door opened. He felt unusually warm, in the middle of winter? He turned around and his glass hit the floor. He rubbed his eyes till they stung, but the scarlet-haired beauty standing in the doorway was still there.
"Ready to get out of here cowboy?" She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.
"Hell," Jaune placed his badge on the counter and slid it away from him, "It's about damn time."
Jaune took her hand and left the bar behind.