In the very last update of "To be a Huntsman" I said I'd upload a collection of one-shots related to the aforementioned RWBY fanfic. It's gonna be pretty random, covering events from before or during the events of the main fanfic, or as an interlude between the first and second story arc. Other than that, I can't say much in advance because what I post here pretty much depends on the ideas. Of course, if you guys have any suggestions or requests I might try and use them; no guarantees on how it turns out though :-)
Anyways, here goes the first update. At the beginning of each chapter there will be a short description, as in: is it "canon" or not, when it plays out, and rating (M rated chapters will have a notice in the chapter list). And before I forget, here goes the disclaimer: RWBY is the property of Roosterteeth; I own but my original characters.
So without further ado, please sit back and enjoy the read :-)
Chapter 1 – A little fun and games
Semi-canon (it means that it doesn't clash with the plot of "To be a Huntsman" but it didn't necessarily have to happen)
Genre: humor, friendship
Time: Two weeks after the Initiation, before events of Jaunedice
Rating: T
"Alright, can someone explain to me what is this supposed to mean?"
Weiss was grinding her teeth in irritation at the sight of the crowd gathered at the door to her team's room. It was Friday and after a long day of studying which could be quite demanding even for someone like her, she was looking for some peace and quiet… if such thing was even possible given that she was sharing a room with a duo of exuberant and frankly kind of annoying half-sisters. Despite being a capable leader, Ruby still showed a behavior which, in her eyes, was pretty immature and sometimes bordering on childish. And her sister, well… Right now, the heiress couldn't care less about Yang's combat prowess; that blonde bimbo never seemed to take anything seriously, ever, which was grating on her nerves since day one.
And now, when Weiss was finally about to get her rest after a day filled with demanding studies, she turned up at the door with two other teams in tow.
Truth to be said, she didn't particularly care about both of them. How that blonde klutz was named the leader of team JNPR instead of Pyrrha Nikos was completely beyond her. Valkyrie was a hyperactive menace that would drive everyone insane within a month; it would explain why Lie Ren looked so apathetic all the time. All in all, Pyrrha was about the only person worth talking to in the entire team; too bad she didn't get partnered with her…
As for team TNDR, the heiress mostly ignored them entirely, especially with one of their members being a Faunus. As long as they kept their distance she was willing to tolerate their presence but that didn't mean she'd have to make friends with them. The same went for the overgrown child, the nettlesome pest of a gunslinger and the ditzy wannabe pirate.
All in all, she didn't like seeing all those people on her doorstep… especially when Xiao Long and Griffon each carried a couple of bottles that could only contain some kind of alcohol.
Oblivious to Weiss' angry expression, Yang cheerfully answered the question she posed a moment earlier. "Why, we're all about to spend some quality time together, Weissy! We've been at the same school for two weeks now and it's high time we got to know each other better!"
Weiss heaved an exasperated sigh and gestured to the rest of the visitors. "And you all went along with her idea?"
"Why not? It could be fun." Arc shrugged.
"There's nothing wrong with a little fun and games, princess." Griffon said teasingly.
Ignoring the jab, the heiress squinted at her with suspicion. "What fun and games?"
"It's nothing harmful, for God's sake!" Nora exclaimed, throwing her arms up in frustration. "You seriously need to loosen up, ye party pooper!"
"There's a party going on? And nobody told me?!" Ah yes, Ruby finally took notice of what was happening; too busy reading some stupid comic book until this moment. Seriously, what could possibly be intelligent about something that's called 'Camp Camp'?
"Party? Oh, you shouldn't have." Blake remarked dryly. She sat on her bed, her gaze firmly glued on the book in her hands. "Thanks, but I think I'll pass."
"I don't think so, Blakey!" Yang shot back. "You're dropping the book and having fun with the rest of us!"
With that, the crowd outside made its way into the room.
Weiss shook her head in bewilderment. She was pretty sure that Yang wouldn't stop pestering her to join the 'fun', whatever it was, until she caved in.
Besides, this can't be too bad, right?
There was a lot less space in RWBY's dorm now that three teams, which made twelve people in total, were seated everywhere across the room. Surprisingly, no one sat on the bed; the twelve students sat on the floor in a wide circle. There must've been a reason for that though Weiss couldn't imagine why…
"Please, sate my curiosity, Xiao Long." The heiress questioned, still feeling a bit annoyed over the intrusion. "What torture you decided to put us through?" She'd swear she heard Blake chuckle at that… but then she spotted something suspicious. "And why is one of the bottles empty?"
Yang didn't seem offended by her choice of words, though. "To answer your question, Weissy, fun is what we're going for, of course but most of all we want to get each other better. And what could be better way to do it than with this?" The blonde reached for the empty bottle. "Anyone wanna guess what I mean?"
There was a moment of unnerving silence.
And then Roland spoke up. "Truth or dare." He spoke in a flat voice with just a hint of incredulousness. "Oh boy…"
"That's right, Gunny!" Yang replied cheerfully. "I'm glad at least one of you got it right!"
Weiss had never heard of that game before but, judging by the blonde's mischievous smirk, it couldn't have been anything good. The reaction from the rest of the students was mixed; some seemed excited but others looked apprehensive, maybe a bit fearful.
Tanya stood up from her spot on the floor in between Nicolaus and Nora. "Okay, now that we've got your attention, it's time we set some ground rules first."
"Wait a moment…" Roland interrupted, pointing his finger accusingly at the girl. "You helped set this up?"
"Hey, it won't be anything bad so calm your man-tits and hear me out!"
Yang burst out laughing at Griffon's comment. A few others also snickered quietly.
"Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," She continued. "I think most of you know this game already but I'll do a quick recap, just in case. First, one person spins the bottle, obviously; then whoever the cap ends up pointing at will have to choose between 'truth' and 'dare'. Truth means that the person that spun the bottle will get to ask you a question of their choice and you'll have to answer it truthfully. As for the dare option, you have to perform whatever task they give you. You guys with me so far?"
Weiss instantly raised her hand. She was seriously starting to regret taking part in this. "Are there any limits to these questions and tasks?" The heiress asked, taking extra care to keep her voice leveled.
"I'm getting to that." Tanya continued. "First off, you can't ask the same question or give the same task twice to the same person. Secondly, while there are no limits to dares, at least some clothes will stay on-"
"What do you mean by some?" Weiss snapped. This was getting real bad real fast.
"That means no flashing naughty bits, princess." Yang interjected. "Stripping down to your underwear is allowed; it's basically the same as when you're on the beach!"
Oh.
At least the heiress could take comfort in the fact that she wouldn't have to strip naked if someone dared her to… Not that she was crazy enough to choose 'dare', of course.
"Another thing is-" Tanya cut herself off mid-sentence and turned to Yang. "Actually, why don't you explain this one?"
The blonde happily took the floor… almost too happily, in Weiss' opinion. "Ah yes; to spice things up, you all get the option to not answer a question or not do a task but-" Yang pulled out a bottle with a golden colored liquid inside. "You have to take a shot instead."
Oh no.
OH HELL NO!
"Are you insane?!" Weiss screeched. "So we're encouraging underage drinking no-" She was promptly cut off when Tanya slapped her hand over her mouth.
"Not so loud! You want the whole damn campus to hear you?!"
The heiress shoved her hand away and glared sharply at Yang. "How did you even get the alcohol in the first place, Xiao Long?!"
"Well, it's easier to get some booze when you're shaped like a fine young woman instead of a girl." Yang replied with a wink.
Weiss rolled her eyes at the answer. Of course you'd take advantage of your, ahem, mature looks… you damn floozy… It wasn't like she was envious of Yang because she was lacking in certain areas of her physique, unlike the blonde.
Absolutely not…
"Anyway," Yang continued. "At first I suggested that everyone can take the 'shot' option as often as they want but then the game wouldn't be so interesting. Plus, we can't get too drunk since we're all still underage. Thus we're gonna do it this way: each and every one of you can bail out of a question or task only three times. So choose wisely!"
"I guess that's fair." Pyrrha noted. The rest of the gang gave nods of agreement.
Nicolaus raised his hand. "A question: what about Ruby? She's fifteen; I don't think she can take hard liquor."
"Vodka and orange juice." The blonde said simply. "Not nearly as strong as whiskey."
"I don't think I like this idea anymore." Ruby stated with a grimace.
"Nobody said you have to drink booze with us." Tanya chuckled. "Just be brave and never back out of a challenge."
"You're talking like my uncle." Ruby grumbled.
"Don't say it like it's a bad thing, Rubes." Yang snickered before turning to the rest of the group. "So, the rest of you choose your 'bail-out' drinks and we can get started!"
If the others were excited about this stupid game, Weiss certainly didn't share their sentiment. The way this 'truth or dare' worked, someone could easily take advantage of it to get her to make a complete fool out of herself. If her father ever learned she was taking part in this…
Let's just hope it won't be so bad…
Players were seated, bottles and glasses were ready… It was time to begin.
"So… Who gets to start?" Blake spoke up, breaking the silence.
Yang smirked and reached for the empty bottle. "Let the little thing right here decide!" With that, she spun the empty glass vessel.
Every pair of eyes in the room was now fixed at the bottle spinning freely in the middle of the circle. Weiss guessed that everyone wanted to be the first to spin… not that she particularly cared about that privilege. Her only concern was to get humiliated as little as possible.
The bottle eventually began slowing down. When it finally stopped, its cap was pointing straight at Blake, of all people.
"Welp, there goes the answer to your question." Jaune quipped.
With her usual disinterested expression, Blake reached out and spun the bottle. It was turning for a few long moments before it came to a halt.
Nicolaus stared wordlessly at the glass vessel; its open end settled right on him.
Though keeping on her stoic mask, Weiss was secretly relieved that she was spared the embarrassment, for now at least.
"So… Truth or dare?"
The fox Faunus glanced at the girl with the bow. "… Truth, I guess."
"We're starting out strong." Yang commented sarcastically.
"Okay, give me a moment." Blake said, mulling what to ask her victim.
"Hurry it up!" Nora called out.
"Practice some patience, Nora." The raven haired girl snapped back in mild irritation and went back to contemplating her question. After a few seconds of silence she finally spoke up. "I think I got it."
"Let's get this over with, then." Nicolaus said dryly.
"Okay, so, um… What is your most embarrassing fear? As in, what is the, um, pettiest thing you're afraid of?"
"Lame!" Nora jeered.
"It's a good question!" Ruby objected. Weiss could agree that there were far worse things a person could ask.
Nicolaus remained quiet for a moment. One might think he was considering taking a shot of whiskey but then he finally replied. "My most trivial fear, you say?" He intoned. "Well, I'm afraid of elevators. Don't ask me why though, because I really don't know."
To his relief, no one was laughing.
"That's weird," Tanya noted. "I mean, I don't see what's so scary about elevators."
The fox Faunus shook his head. "Me neither but I just can't stand them. Just the thought of being suspended above an abyss in a cage that relies on an engine to keep it in place, an engine that can break down anytime, mind you…" He broke off with a shudder.
"It sounds like you're suffering from a type of claustrophobia." Pyrrha offered.
"Sounds like it… I won't know for certain until I visit a psychologist which will only happen, well, never." Nicolaus shrugged and reached for the bottle. "Okay, it's my turn now."
With a simple flick of his wrist, the bottle was sent spinning.
After a few seconds, it finally stopped… settling right on a certain heiress.
Weiss felt very uncomfortable when every eye in the room turned to her.
"Drat!"
The curse tumbled out of her mouth faster than she could stop it. Yang began giggling quietly at her outburst; the nasty glare Weiss sent her way was enough to shut her up but it failed to wipe the smug grin off the blonde's face.
"Truth or dare?" Nicolaus asked simply with an emotionless face.
His question brought her back to the present time… and to her current dilemma.
Truth or dare… God, what do I pick?!
Both options could involve something embarrassing and she sure didn't want to throw away her dignity just for some stupid game. Of course, that depended entirely on the person asking… She never really spoke with Flamme, mostly because neither she nor he were interested. Unlike many other Faunus though, he seemed to tolerate her presence, never expressing any antipathy towards her or the rest of the Schnee family. Maybe he could keep things civil…
She decided to go with the 'safer' option, at least for now.
"Quit stalling, Ice Queen!" Yang called out impatiently.
"I am not stalling!" The heiress snapped back. She couldn't have taken that long to decide… right? "I pick truth."
"Wuss…" The blonde muttered under her breath.
"Okay…" Nicolaus drawled. "Was it your decision to go to Beacon or your father's?"
Oh. That was unexpected… Weiss thought he'd ask a more personal question than that.
"Of course it was my decision!" She sniffed. "I'm old enough to know what I want!" Even though her dad thought otherwise and never hesitated to let it be known. "Let's move on!" She exclaimed, not giving the other players an opportunity to discuss her answer. Nicolaus seemed satisfied, though.
The next time, the cap of the bottle ended pointing at Tanya.
"Oh woe is me!" The fencer moaned theatrically. "Goodbye, my dignity! I'll miss you dearly…" Within the split second her tone changed from pitiful wail to a flat, almost emotionless tone. "Dare."
"'Bout time…" Yang grumbled.
Dare, huh? "Alright, then. I need a moment to think of something…" Weiss found out soon that it was easier said than done. The heiress knew that some of the players expected her to make Griffon do something embarrassing. Part of her was tempted to give them what they want… but she had standards, damn it, and she wouldn't stoop down so low just for a few minutes of petty amusement at someone else's expense.
"Very well," Weiss said finally and looked at her victim. Tanya didn't look nearly as nervous as she'd expect. "Swap jackets with Yang!"
"That easy? Okay." Tanya said flatly as she rose from her spot, much to the heiress' irritation. You should be grateful that I went easy on you, idiot! … Very well, then. Next time, I won't be so considerate. The rest of the party didn't comment as Yang and Tanya shrugged off their jackets and swapped them.
Weiss couldn't help it but notice that the men's eyes seemed to remain on Yang's body a bit longer than necessary… or appropriate. No wonder… With her tiny tank top that struggled to contain her ridiculously large breasts, Yang was bound to attract some attention. The busty blonde didn't seem to mind, though. Hmph, no class at all. Weiss had to grudgingly admit that, aside from those melons that seemed to attract the gaze of nearly every male in her proximity, Yang sported a pretty impressive physique, with well-developed muscle and fat only in those places that would accentuate her womanly figure. The heiress had no idea how the blonde achieved that… and more than once she thought of asking her for some pointers. If only it weren't for her pride holding her back…
As for Griffon, though… The fencer was shaped more like an athlete, unlike Yang who, with her figure, could easily become a glamour model if she wanted to. She had modestly sized bust compared to most other girls around Beacon (but still bigger than hers, Weiss thought bitterly). On the other hand, even though far from being 'ripped', she had visibly more developed muscle, even sporting what teenagers commonly referred to as 'six pack'. True, Griffon never got nearly as much attention from men as Yang but it didn't seem to bother her.
Once they were done swapping their clothes, the boxer and the fencer returned to their respective spots. It was pretty strange to see Griffon dressed in Yang's leather jacket or Yang wearing a navy-style (and unusually modest) short coat; probably just because none of them were used to seeing them wear such attire.
"Okay then, my turn!" Tanya exclaimed and spun the bottle. She put a bit more strength into it than necessary and the empty vessel kept revolving for more than half a minute before it finally came to a halt.
The next candidate turned out to be none other than Yang.
The blonde didn't even let Griffon speak. "Dare, baby!" She exclaimed with a grin, her arms outstretched.
Tanya smirked at the grinning blonde. "Have it your way, Xiao Long." She pretended to think for a few seconds before finally saying "Give my jacket back."
"You guys are boring." Yang complained half-heartedly and stood up, shrugging off Tanya's jacket. Clothed from waist up only in a tank top that left little to imagination, the boxer hand the dark blue jacket back to its owner. Tanya took it back and took of the jacket she took from the blonde. Yang's hand immediately went for it but the fencer slapped it away.
"Hey, what gives?" Yang exclaimed with a frown. "That's mine-"
Tanya cut her off, a smirk tugging at her lips. "I believe the task was 'give my jacket back', not 'swap jackets with me'."
"… Wha?" Yang was at a loss of words when she realized the Pirate Queen played her and the rest of the gang had a good laugh at her flabbergasted expression.
"Man, she got you good, Yang!" Jaune snickered.
That seemed to break the blonde out of her stupor. She stuck her tongue out at the blonde knight and then said to Tanya. "I'll want it back."
"Not until the game's over, Blondie!"
Yang rolled her eyes. "I'll take your word for that, Pirate Queen." She responded and sat back down at her usual spot in between Weiss and Blake. "I guess it's my turn now." With that she spun the bottle.
After a few seconds of erratic spinning, it stopped on Pyrrha.
The champion stared at the empty vessel for a good few seconds before finally speaking. "I don't feel really courageous today. I choose truth."
Yang cursed quietly. "I was really hoping you'd choose dare, P-money."
"I guess I wanted to play it safe for now." Pyrrha replied, grimacing slightly at the nickname Yang gave her.
There's no 'playing it safe' when it comes to Yang Xiao Long, Weiss thought bitingly.
"So… Any boy at Beacon you're interested in?" Yang asked with a bit too pleasant smile. "Romantically, I mean." She added as an afterthought.
Pyrrha instantly began blushing.
Nicolaus raised an eyebrow at the grinning blonde. "Aren't we getting a little too personal here?"
"She doesn't have to answer if she doesn't want to." Yang shrugged. "If she's not afraid of booze, that is."
"I'd save those shots if I were you." Roland told Pyrrha. "You never know when you're gonna need them."
In the following conversation, the gang almost missed the Mistrali athlete saying something.
"What did you say, Pyrrha?"
Pyrrha hesitated a bit before answering Jaune's question. "… Yes, there is… someone."
That piqued Yang's interest. "Who's the lucky guy? Come on, spill it!" She questioned, no, straight up begged Pyrrha to give away the name of her crush. The girl seemed to shrink under the scrutinizing looks that were being cast her way.
"Yang, you already asked your question." Weiss pointed out. "It's Pyrrha's turn now."
With a grateful smile, Pyrrha mouthed a 'thank you' at the heiress.
"Oh come on, don't be a stick in the mud, Ice Queen!" Yang complained. "Don't you want to know the name of-"
The heiress cut her off mid-sentence. "That's none of my business and you should know better than try and invade someone's privacy."
While the blonde pugilist muttered something under her breath, Pyrrha reached for the bottle and set it in motion.
The cap settled on Nicolaus.
The fox Faunus showed no reaction other than a quiet "Again?"
"Alright, you know the drill." Pyrrha drawled. "Truth or dare?"
Nicolaus was quiet for a moment. "You know what, screw it!" He exclaimed. "I choose dare."
"That's the spirit!" Yang laughed.
"I think I may have an idea…" Pyrrha smirked. "For the rest of the game, you must end your every sentence with 'with my mouth'."
Weiss raised an eyebrow at the redhead. This might turn out very well… or very bad, depending on what Nicolaus said. There was the side of Pyrrha Nikos she'd never expected to see.
Nicolaus smiled. "Okay, I can do that…" He trailed off as the others looked at him expectantly, some of them grinning impishly. He realized that his task had already begun. "… with my mouth." The fox Faunus finished with a resigned sigh.
Yang burst out laughing. No doubt she saw some kind of double entendre in that, Weiss thought.
"I don't get the joke." Desmond said helplessly. Of course you wouldn't…
"Do what, Nick?" Tanya asked with an impish grin.
At that point, Nicolaus already realized what he got himself into. "I'm not going to answer that."
"You forgot to add something!" Pyrrha said in a sing-song voice.
"… With my mouth; happy?"
"So you'll be using sign language from now on?" Roland quipped, earning a few laughs and snickers.
The fox Faunus glowered at him. "Peregrine, stop encouraging them-" He stopped abruptly as he realized what position he put himself in, again. "… Bollocks." And it only got worse every time he opened his mouth. Nicolaus hid his face in his hands, refusing to look at anyone as the rest of the gang guffawed at his expense.
"'Bollocks' what, Nicolaus?" Tanya wheezed out, holding her stomach.
You're just digging in deeper, aren't you? Weiss was laughing only because the others did, not because she found any of this funny. Absolutely not…
"With my mouth, damn it, and I'm done talking!" The laughter doubled in volume at his annoyed response. He forgot to add the phrase to the end of the sentence but no one really cared.
It took a while before the players finally regained their composure.
"Okay, that was a thing…" Yang giggled. She was beet red in the face and her voice was slightly hoarse from laughing.
"Yeah… Pyrrha you're awesome!" Nora said, giving the girl in question a thumbs-up.
"Why, thank you!"
"So, now it's Nick's turn." Ruby said.
"Let's hope he won't forget to really think through what he's about to say." Blake added with a mirthful glint in her eyes.
Nicolaus growled in response and spun the bottle.
After that, things were going at a rather fast pace.
The next one in line was Jaune. Due to the unfortunate task from Pyrrha, Nicolaus spoke as little as possible and used only hand gestures. Anyway, Jaune didn't want to take unnecessary risks so he went with 'truth'. It took Nicolaus a while to come up with a question though Weiss suspected he was trying to come up with the way of formulating it that would involve as little humiliation as possible.
Turns out it was easier said than done. "I'd like to know, if you're really as good with girls as you claim… with my mouth." Several people snickered as he was forced to speak and add that phrase at the end, as Pyrrha instructed him to.
As for Jaune, Weiss already knew the answer. As much as Jaune wanted people to think otherwise, he didn't have the faintest clue on how to approach girls. The heiress should know; she had been one of the victims of his pathetic attempts at getting a girlfriend. At least the idiot knight had the decency to stop when she explicitly told him she wasn't interested…
Jaune avoided looking at anyone in the room, beet red in the face. It took a few moments for him to blurt out a quiet "No." For Weiss, it was only a confirmation of a painfully obvious fact.
Another victim turned out to be Roland, one of Weiss' least favorite persons at Beacon. The gunman looked like if wanted to say 'dare' but thought better of it and went with the ''safer' (yeah, right… the heiress scoffed internally) option, much to Yang's chagrin.
"Ever kissed anyone outside your family?"
The gunslinger seemed surprised by the question but still answered with "Nope. I'm not that lucky."
Gee, I wonder why, the heiress thought sarcastically.
In the next spin, the bottle selected Desmond Lenius, the resident idiot of team TNDR. Not that anyone had the gall to tell that to his face because, well, he towered over most people at Beacon, measuring near seven feet in height. The goliath surprised everyone when he picked 'dare'.
"I dare you to bench a bed… with the entirety of team RWBY on it! At least five reps!"
Well, this was pretty interesting…
First, someone had to explain to Lenius what 'benching' meant. Then they had to carefully put Yang's bed on the floor. Weiss wasn't sure if it was a good idea to let the goliath go through with this; she really doubted that he could lift all four of them plus the bed. Not to mention the girls couldn't move an inch so the bed wouldn't fall on Lenius and injure him.
Now imagine her shock when he not only managed to bench the combined weight of team RWBY and Yang's bed, but also repeat it eight times, instead of five.
Peregrine himself had to stop him from going on. "Dude, enough! You're crazy strong, we get it! Now put them down before you tear a muscle or something!"
After putting the bed back to its original place, the gang was ready to continue the game.
"Uh oh." Ruby said quietly when the cap of the bottle landed on her.
The leader of team RWBY wanted to go with 'truth' but after her damnable sister started egging her on she changed her answer to 'dare'.
"Okay… I dare you to… fit as many cookies into your mouth as you can! No chewing!"
"That I can do!" Ruby giggled. "Let's do this!"
Weiss rolled her eyes. She should've expected something as childish as this. It was still better than a possible alternative; if Yang was the one giving out a task, she'd certainly come up with something indecent.
Yang procured a jar of cookies. "Say 'Ah', little sis!" Ruby opened her mouth wide and began putting the baked sweets inside. "Okay, so that's one…" Yang counted aloud. "That makes two…"
And three… Then four…
Weiss gaped in awe as Yang stuffed the fifth cookie into her sister's mouth. Ruby made a series of incoherent, unintelligible noises; her mouth was almost completely full and she couldn't close it.
"I think there's room for one more!" Yang exclaimed and tried to fit another cookie inside. Ruby made another series of garbled noises, waving her hands frantically. Whatever message she was trying to get across was ignored and Yang managed to fit the sixth, and likely the last cookie inside her sister's oral cavity. "Aaaand done! Or should I try one more?"
Ruby shook her head rapidly.
Honestly, it was pretty funny to see the leader of team RWBY with her mouth completely filled with her favorite baked goods; with her cheeks puffed out, she reminded them of a hamster. Some of them even took pictures despite her unintelligible protests.
Blake seemed to be blushing at the sight; no one really knew why.
Ruby promptly emptied the contents of her mouth into her palms, only to wolf them down at almost impossible pace. "Okay, let's not do that again." She said, glaring at Yang. "Sis, you almost dislocated my jaw!"
"Sorry!" Yang apologized with a sheepish expression.
"Whatever. My turn now!"
Next candidate was Nora Valkyrie. The pink loving bundle of energy picked 'dare'. And a dare she got, indeed… Much to the shock of everyone present, especially her sister, Ruby commanded Nora to sit in Lie Ren's lap for the next ten minutes.
And Nora did exactly that. No questions, no arguments, nothing. And Ren didn't even react.
The next one in line was Jaune, again.
"Oh come on!"
This time, he picked 'dare'. Oh, he should've known better… Nora dared him to dye his hair pink for the next week. Weiss tried to picture how it would look like… and promptly burst out laughing, earning herself a few strange looks. The sheer silliness of the image had her in stitches.
Unfortunately, Jaune wouldn't go through with the challenge and knocked back a shot of whiskey instead, following with a brief coughing fit.
Next time, the bottle selected Ren. He chose a question.
"Okay, be honest with us. Are you and Nora together?"
Calm and collected as ever, Ren shook his head. "No. We're just childhood friends. We're almost like a family and that's no exaggeration."
"I call bullshit." Yang stated, regarding Ren with a stare.
"Swear!" Ruby exclaimed.
"Whether you believe me or not is your business." Ren answered coolly. "I believe it's my turn now."
Pyrrha barely stifled a gasp when the bottle stopped right on her. She didn't really feel brave today because she picked 'truth' again. Yang huffed impatiently but she couldn't do anything about Pyrrha's choice.
Ren's question was "Whom do you fancy here at Beacon?" Everyone was curious, especially one certain busty blonde. However, Pyrrha disappointed them all and gulped down a shot of whiskey. She took it better than Jaune though she made a disgusted grimace at the taste of the drink.
The next one in line was…
Weiss ground her teeth when the cap of that damnable bottle pointed right at her. Not even letting Pyrrha speak, she said "Truth" in a hard tone.
"You're such a pu-" Yang was cut off mid-sentence by a pillow to the face. Thank you, Ruby.
"So, what I'd like to know is…" Pyrrha mulled over the question for a few moments. "Okay; has your father ever tried to marry you off to someone?"
And there went the more personal questions… "Why on Remnant would you ask that?!"
Pyrrha shrugged. "I don't know; it just came to my mind!"
The heiress sighed and began rubbing her forehead. "As a matter of fact, it did happen once." She confessed. "Father tried to arrange a marriage between me and the son of a rival company's boss. It didn't work out, though, due to, ahem, irreconcilable differences."
"I'm surprised you speak so openly about that." Nicolaus remarked, adding the 'with my mouth' phrase after Pyrrha gave him a telling look.
"I have nothing to hide." The heiress sniffed.
Yang chuckled mischievously. "Oh we'll see about that, Ice Queen."
Ignoring the jab, Weiss spun the bottle. It stopped right on her team leader.
"Go easy on me, partner!" Ruby squeaked.
"Don't be so dramatic, Ruby." The heiress huffed. "Truth or dare?"
"Uh, truth?"
"Very well, then." Weiss knew exactly what to ask. "So… What's the most embarrassing thing that happened to you in the last, say, five years?"
Ruby went strangely quiet, not saying a word for the next several minutes. She just kept glancing at the people in the room. It was pretty strange.
Then, in a very quiet voice, she said "I peed my bed one day while I was in my first year in Signal."
Okay, that was unexpected… Weiss had the decency not to laugh at her, no matter how ridiculous it might be. A shame the same couldn't be said about some other individuals…
Nora burst out laughing. "I- I'm so sorry!" The grenadier choked out as she guffawed.
"What was it? Were you sick? Or was it some weird dream?" Tanya chuckled.
"Don't wanna talk about it." Ruby mumbled and dragged the hood over her head. "And stop laughing, it isn't funny!" She reached for the bottle and spun it.
The next in line was Nora, again. "Dare!" She exclaimed automatically, bouncing on Ren's lap. Much to his credit, the magenta-eyed boy showed no reaction.
"Okay… I dare you to… uh… I dare you to… " The crimsonette trailed off. "I dunno." She said in embarrassment. "Somebody help me!"
"Nope!" Yang chirped. "It has to be your idea; we can't help you with that."
Ruby pouted though it wouldn't get her anywhere. "Ugh, fine." She grumbled. "Take Pyrrha's circlet and wear it for the rest of the game."
"Can we really involve other people in the dare?" Pyrrha said a bit defensively.
"Nora had to sit in my lap and neither of us was complaining." Ren pointed out.
"Of course you wouldn't complain…" Tanya muttered to herself.
"What was that, Griffon?"
"Nothing!"
With a defeated sigh, Pyrrha took of the circlet and handed it to Nora who put it on her head. Her ponytail came undone and her deep red hair now flowed freely down her back. "Um, what?" She asked confusedly when she noticed everyone staring at her.
"I gotta say, you look good with your hair down." Yang answered for everyone, eliciting a round of affirmative murmurs and nods.
"Thank you."
"My turn now!" Nora exclaimed giddily and spun the bottle.
It stopped on Blake.
The quiet bookworm of team RWBY rolled her eyes at as the rest of the gang stared at her expectantly. "Dare. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?"
"Famous last words…" Roland quipped.
"Al-righty then!" Nora grinned. "Carry me to the bathroom! I want to look in the mirror, just to see how I look like." She ordered, theatrically adjusting the circlet in her hair.
"Okay." Blake walked over and squatted in front of Nora.
The bomber climbed onto her shoulders. Ignoring Blake's strained grunts as she slowly stood up, she called out with a goofy grin. "To the bathroom, loyal steed of mine!"
The gang laughed as Blake stumbled to the bathroom with the Valkyrie on her shoulders. The raven haired girl glared at Yang who took the picture of the two.
"Oh, I think I'm gonna keep this!" Nora's voice rang out. "Now take me back!"
Panting slightly, Blake carried the giggling bomber back to her spot, going down on her knees to allow the girl to dismount. "We need to do this again!" She yelped in surprise when Nora slapped her rear, much to the amusement of others. Beet red in the face, Blake returned to her spot, refusing to look at anyone.
Wordlessly, she reached for the bottle and put it into motion. The vessel spun for a few seconds and then it stopped.
The cap was pointed right at the leader of team TNDR.
"Okay… I pick 'truth' this time." Tanya shrugged.
"So… Is there a reason why refuse to wear skirts?"
"Well… It's complicated." Tanya chuckled nervously, scratching the back of her head. "At first, I didn't like how, um, breezy it felt down there while wearing a skirt." Yang tried to choke back laughter at that… and failed miserably, starting to giggle uncontrollably. "It's uncomfortable and it makes me feel kind of vulnerable. Then, of course, there was the fear that boys might try and sneak a peek, if you know what I mean. Over time, I just got so used to wearing pants that I couldn't imagine myself wearing anything else. Not to mention that skirts are useless in combat."
"Hey! Don't diss the skirts!" Ruby protested. Though she wouldn't say it out loud, Weiss was inclined to agree.
"So you'd never put a dress on? Not even a long one?" Pyrrha inquired.
Tanya hesitated for a moment before answering. "It would probably take a lot of convincing… But enough about me; I believe it's my turn now." With that, the fencer leaned forward and spun the bottle.
It settled on Yang. "That looks familiar." The blonde said dryly. "I pick 'dare', by the way."
"Have it your way, Xiao Long." Tanya chuckled, her lisp splitting in an impish smirk. "I dare you to let someone braid your hair."
Yang recoiled with a horrified gasp. "What?!"
"Oh no…" Ruby whispered in fright.
"That doesn't sound like a good idea." Jaune piped up. Weiss agreed with him, for once. The last person to mess with Yang's hair got landed in the infirmary for a whole week.
"You get to choose who's gonna do it."
"And how does this make it better?!" Yang hissed back.
"Only you know which one of us is the least likely to damage your hair." Tanya elaborated. "If I had, I dunno, Miss Collateral Damage here," Nora scowled at the unflattering nickname. "do it, there wouldn't be much left of your mane, would it?"
The entire school would be leveled with the ground, Weiss chuckled internally. She swore she could hear Yang whimper at the thought of losing her precious hair.
Everyone thought that Yang would forfeit the challenge. Much to their surprise, the blonde set her jaw in a determined expression. "Fine, I'll do it." She grounded out. "Just remember; I won't forget this declaration of war." She turned to her sister. "Ruby, you're the only person in this room I can trust with this."
Ruby gulped heavily. "O-okay, I'll do it!" Weiss could tell that her leader was not looking forward to this task. No wonder; one mistake could be fatal.
Yang didn't stop glaring at Griffon, even as her sister was working on her hair. Ruby had to pause every now and then to get her hands to stop trembling. Very slowly, Yang reached for the bottle and spun it… with an excessive force that sent it tumbling all over the place.
Somehow, the bottle survived the trip across the room… and its cap settled on Roland.
"Damn it!" The gunman grumbled. "Like if it wasn't enough once…"
"You know the drill, Gunny!" Yang chirped happily… which was kind of suspicious given what happened minutes earlier.
The gunslinger pondered his choices for a moment. "Oh, fuck it… Dare!" He finally said. "Okay, what kind of torture do you have in store for me, Yang?"
The blonde smirked mischievously. "Since you asked so nicely… I dare you to take a shot of whiskey…"
Roland chuckled. "Easy. Just gim-"
Little did he know that Yang didn't finish. "… From Griffon's belly button!"
And at that moment, his jaw dropped.
"WHAT?"
The rest of the gang reacted pretty much the same way.
"Oh my…" Pyrrha gasped, putting a hand over her mouth.
Tanya kept glancing between Roland and Yang, her jaw moving uselessly as she was completely at a loss of words.
"This is getting out of hand." Ren said dryly.
"Yang, what is wrong with you?!" Ruby snapped. Blake was simply blushing like crazy though no one really knew why.
"That's what you call revenge, sis!" Yang smirked.
"What did I do to deserve this?" Roland protested.
The busty boxer rolled her eyes. "Oh quit your bitchin'. When do you think you'll get another opportunity like that?"
"Oh so you're playing a matchmaker now?"
"Hey, what are you afraid of?"
"'Afraid'? Really?"
"Okay, fine!" Tanya shouted, interrupting the argument. "I can do this stupid challenge, whatever. The question is if Roland wants to."
"Of course I'll do it!" The gunman shot back, surprising everyone. "I picked dare and I'm not about to bail out now. I just don't like-"
Yang clapped her hands, interrupting him mid-sentence. "Okay, so it's settled. I assume you guys know what to do?" The unfortunate pair nodded. "Good! So now it's time for a demonstration!"
Roland shook his head in bewilderment. "Let's get this over with…"
"Just so you know, Yang, we're getting back at you for this later." Tanya remarked and took her jacket off. Then she lay on the floor and hiked up her blouse to expose her midriff.
Yang already handed the gunman a bottle of whiskey. "Try not to spill it on the carpet, please."
"Yeah, yeah…" Very carefully, the gunman poured the liquor into Tanya's navel. The girl winced a bit when the liquid made contact with her body.
"So this is really a thing?" Desmond muttered.
"Yeah, looks like it." Jaune replied, oblivious to Pyrrha's gaze lingering on him.
"That can't be sanitary." Weiss deadpanned.
"Oh screw you, princess!" Tanya snapped back, taking her remark as an insult. "I'll have you know that I shower every day!"
The rest of gang chuckled at the exchange.
"You know, I just remembered." Ren spoke with a neutral expression. "I read it in a book once that a navel is one of possible erogenous zones on a human body."
Weiss nearly choked on her own breath as he said that. A few people, namely Tanya, Pyrrha and Blake turned a rather nice shade of red. Ruby screwed her eyes shut and slapped her hands over her ears.
Roland groaned loudly, putting the bottle away. "You just had to go and say it, didn't you?" His voice got partially drowned out by Yang's raucous laughter.
"What are you waiting for, gunny?" The blonde stuttered out, failing to contain her giggles. "Drink up!"
"Ugh…" The fencer hissed out. "You better watch out for your hair, Xiao Long."
Roland shifted uncomfortably, glancing around for a moment before bending down slowly to the fencer's abdomen.
Weiss shot a glance at Yang. The blonde looked like she was having the time of her life, observing the scene before her with a wide grin. On the other hand, Ruby outright refused to watch.
Damn you, Xiao Long…
Tanya kept her gaze locked on the ceiling.
The gunman's mouth was inches away from making contact with her navel.
Then the door to RWBY's room suddenly flew open, making everyone jump in fright.
"Children, I've been receiving so many noise complaints in the past hour that-" Professor Goodwitch trailed off at the sight before her.
Twelve students sitting in a wide circle in the middle of the room. Bottles of alcohol splayed all around. Mr. Peregrine leaning over Miss Griffon in what could only be perceived as a public display of intimacy.
Her hand clenched tightly around her riding crop. One of her eyes began twitching.
The smile vanished from Yang's lips.
Roland mouthed something very closely resembling "Oh fuck."
"What in the name of Oum is going on here?!"
The students flinched at the sheer volume of her voice, both surprised and frightened by her presence.
Griffon shot up from the floor, a conspicuous golden liquid spilling out of her navel. "Wait a moment, Professor! We- We can explain!"
"Yeah!" Yang chimed in. "This was our i-idea-"
"Enough!" Goodwitch barked out. "You can explain yourself in the headmaster's office!"
Weiss felt her blood run cold. If her father learned she was partaking in an activity such as this… He'd never let her live this down. Though it was rather unexpected to see Yang of all people take responsibility for what happened here. For that, she earned her respect.
The heiress could only hope that Ozpin would be lenient with them…