Author notes: I'm back from Peru! And I've brought a lot of written fanfic back with me! Because what else is a girl supposed to do it the middle of the jungle? (Am I right?). Anyhow, moving forwards, I watched Volume four and wow, I have mixed feelings about it. Don't know how you guys felt about it but I definitely needed to write some bee's to cover the lack of them this volume so I apologise but my page is going to be full with Bumbleby over the next few months so yeah... Brace yourselves. Going to this fic, it's a bumpy ride of emotions with some Greek Fire but please, this is a Bee's and WhiteRose fic featuring all the OTP'S being stupid dorks who don't know how to deal with their feelings as well as this being the first time that I've written a fic like this so, please bear with me. So yeah, as per usual likes and comments are much appreciated and yeah I guess, enjoy?

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, all creditability and ownership of the following scenarios and characters goes to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.

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"Blake!" Weiss frantically shouts, impatiently squeezing and shuffling her way through the packed crowds and dizzying lights to get to her best friend.

"Blake, I got your favourite!" She yells over the thumping base as she eventually reaches Blake, who hangs out at the outer circle of partiers.

"Thanks Weiss!" Blake nods as she stops dancing with Ren and Nora and graciously accepts the alcoholic beverage from the heiress.

Weiss just laughs before she takes a swig of her own drink. "It's no problem, by the way have you seen-"

"- Hey! Where's my drink!" Nora suddenly bellows, impatiently tapping her foot against the ground and frowning at Weiss.

"I'm not your servant, Nora! Besides, I only have two pairs of hands!" Weiss squeals, aggravated that she was interrupted but also not bothering to apologise as Ren huffs and disappears into the crowd, silently going to get him and Nora drinks.

Blake laughs at the exchange and is about to ask if that means that Weiss is her servant until the song abruptly cuts and changes to a more frantic rendition of "I Burn."

A deadly, mischievous smirk suddenly glistens on Weiss's face at the music swap. Quickly turning and facing towards her best friend, she nearly bursts into laughter at the way that Blake instantly freezes up and her eyes rapidly dart across the dancefloor, clearly looking for someone.

Knowing what, - or more specifically whom- Blake was obviously searching for, Weiss grasped Blake's free arm and pulled her away from Nora and any other potentially prying ears.

They swiftly moved away from the secluded corner of the bar, where more strangers and students were flooding in for drinks and headed towards a door which Weiss could only hope went to the roof.

The pair had barely made it halfway through the crush of manic dancers and Weiss was already grunting in exhaustion as she desperately held her drink in her right hand and hauled Blake behind her through the sea of bodies in her left, annoyed that if they were anywhere else the mere mention of her name or glance at her face would allow them V.I.P access or even a bodyguard to clear the way for them.

Once they squeezed through the mass, both pairs gasped and rushed to the door, beyond desperate for fresh air. Thankfully Weiss's guess had been correct and within seconds the pair darted up several stairs and burst through the final door onto the rooftop.

The open space is not completely empty however, with a few other students mingling under the starlight, but it would have to do.

Panting slowly, Weiss manages to catch her breath first and begins her interrogation. "I take it from your desperate puppy dog eyes that there hasn't been any sign of a certain blonde partner of yours?"

Blake nearly chokes on her drink. Crap. Was I really being that obvious? She thinks as she coughs up the liquid that she accidentally inhaled. "No, Not yet - but I'm sure that she'll be here soon. After all, when has Yang ever not gone to a party?"

The statement has both girl's laughing whilst the music below them changes from pounding base to a mellower dubstep. "And what about a certain red-haired partner of yours? Have you seen her yet?" Blake teases back as she takes another sip of her drink.

"Hm –"Weiss huffs, knowing what Blake was up too. "No, I haven't seen Ruby yet." She states as she frantically looks around, checking that Ruby hadn't miraculously appeared behind her at the mention of her name.

"Ha! You still totally have a crush on her!" Blake jokes, pointing at the sudden flush on the heiress's face.

"Your one to talk, Belladonna! You haven't stopped looking for Yang since we got here!" Weiss counters, jabbing her own finger into Blake's arm with each word spoken. "And don't get me started on the way you tensed as her favourite song started playing!"

"So you don't deny that you have a crush on Ruby!" Blake retaliates with a shout, oblivious to Weiss's previous digs at her attitude or the way her voice carried across the empty space.

"KEEP IT DOWN WILL YOU!" Weiss screeches, desperately clamping her hands over Blake's mouth as a few curious heads turn in their direction.

"You-mp stilmn li-e er!" Blake incoherently yells under Weiss's grip, oblivious to the odd looks sent their way as one hand desperately clenches her drink to her chest whilst the other tightly holds the heiress's wrist.

Weiss narrowed her eyes, glaring at Blake until after a minute of silence, she gently shoves Blake away before pivoting on the spot and crossing her arms with a huff. "I do not like Ruby!"

"And I'm not really a Faunus!" Blake jeers as she tentatively grasps onto Weiss's shoulder and turns her around.

"Eurgh, fine." She concurs after a minute, knowing that Blake has a valid point. She does like Ruby, and not in the way that 'normal' partners do. "But Ruby doesn't have to know that!"

Blake raised one eyebrow and failed to hide her smile. "That's not the point, Weiss."

"What!?" She scoffed. "What do you mean that's not the point!"

Blake gently sighed, taking another quick sip of her quickly diminishing drink before she continued, wanting to level with the heiress. "You like her right? And you want her to like you, so why don't you just tell her?"

"That's rich coming from you, Belladonna!" She chided. "You should really take your own advice."

Blake chuffed. "You know what Weiss, maybe I will!"

"Ha! Don't make me laugh! As if you'll confess your feelings to Yang!" Weiss snorted.

"Want to bet?" Blake smoothly objected.

Weiss immediately paused and frowned, looking Blake up and down to see if Blake was really being serious.

She was.

A doubtful chill ran down the heiresses back for a split second; she didn't like bets and knew that Blake wasn't much of a gambler herself. Before excitement and curiosity quickly replaced it.

Blake would never confess her feelings for their teammate.

"What's the bet?"

"That I'll tell Yang how I really feel about her before the night is through and before you can tell Ruby about your feelings for her." Blake confidentially said.

Weiss's jaw dropped. "Wha- What!" She spluttered. "You wouldn't do it tonight." Testing to see if Blake was bluffing.

"Maybe, maybe not. But if you're so sure that I won't, well then you've got nothing to lose."

"Wait, what's the price when one of us loses." Weiss quickly states, worried about the catch.

"Erm, The winner gets to post anything they want on the loser's social accounts and gets bragging rights?"

Weiss's heart stuttered. For her especially, that was a big risk. "Really?"

"Yeah. No limits, anything they want."

Weiss took a deep breath and weighed the pros and cons of the bet. On one hand she really needed to confront Ruby, it was getting ridiculous, even by her standards. As well as the fact that this presented the best opportunity for her to do so whilst also watching Blake try and talk to Yang... But then if she lost and Blake posted something that would embarrass the family…

She abruptly shook the thought from her head.

Schnee's never lost.

"Deal."