A/N: Yes...I am writing another QroWin fic. This one shouldn't be too long though. I had this idea floating around in my head for a while and finally figured out chapter one. This one is kind of a shameless smut-type story that does have a plot to it, but won't be as involved as my other two fics.

This one is an AU fic, obviously, but hopefully people still enjoy it! This one is kind of a shameless smut-type story that does have a plot to it, but won't be as involved as my other two fics. Don't worry, I'm still working on my other stories and they should be updated soon.


Even though it had only been open for a month, The Glyph was already attracting rave reviews for it's quality food and drink, excellent service, and English pub look. When a customer entered the bar, they were greeted with dark wood furniture, pool tables, and a quiet atmosphere, perfect for those on a date. It was the type of bar people with a bit of money went to, somewhere sophisticated and classy.

Exactly the opposite of what Qrow was used to.

He was accustomed to going to dive bars, places where the floor sticky and the music loud. Once in a while a fight would break out, but Qrow usually kept his nose out of those. But he needed a change of pace, and after reading a review in the paper, he figured he'd check out this hot new bar.

After standing outside for about five minutes, debating on whether or not this was a good idea, Qrow shrugged, pushed open the door, and stepped inside, taking a look around.

Since it was the middle of the week, there were only a few patrons sitting at the tables scattered around the room, which is just how Qrow liked it. All he wanted right now was to drink in peace, not make idle chit-chat.

He took a seat on one of the soft leather-topped stools at the bar and took a moment to appreciate the selection of hard liquor laid out on the wall in front of him.

"Hey, sweetheart," he said, calling out to the woman drying a glass a few feet away from him. "Can you get the bartender?"

The woman set her glass down, slung her towel over her shoulder, and moved to stand in front of Qrow with a glare. "I am not your sweetheart. How can I help you?"

Qrow chuckled and let his eyes roam over the tall woman in front of him. She was attractive, with sharp blue eyes and silver hair with a white sheen to it. To his consternation, the shirt she was wearing only had a few buttons undone, but it was at least tight enough to make out her slim figure. He immediately fixated on the name tag on her chest, where he noticed that her name was Winter.

Heh, fitting, given her attitude.

"I'll take a scotch."

Winter grabbed a glass and set it down on the polished wood surface. "Neat, or on the rocks?"

"Neat. Don't like my alcohol watered down."

Winter nodded and turned to the wall behind her, allowing Qrow the chance to check out her toned ass. He looked up just in time to see her grab a bottle of the bottom shelf scotch.

"Hey, none of that crap. Give me the good stuff," he said, his eyes narrowing at the implication that he couldn't afford the top shelf alcohol.

Raising an eyebrow, Winter took down an expensive bottle of scotch and showed it to Qrow. "Does this meet your approval, sir?"

"Perfect." Qrow picked up the glass Winter set down in front of him and took a drink, smiling in appreciation. "Only thing that would make this better would be if a hot woman was sharing a drink with me."

"Even if I wasn't working, that will never happen," Winter replied, turning her back on Qrow. Who does this guy think he is, anyway?

"Who said I was asking you to join me?"

Winter set the bottle of scotch back on the shelf a little harder than she intended. She would not let this guy get to her, no matter how handsome he was. Not wanting to start an argument, she went to the other side of the bar and started to clear off the empty glassware, surreptitiously checking out Qrow out of the corner of her eye.

She normally didn't go for older guys, but this one looked good for his age. In fact, everything about him was contrary to what she was normally attracted to. Winter preferred her men to be tall, clean-shaven, authoritative. Not men who looked like they just rolled out of bed and insulted her within ten minutes of meeting her. But this guy looked like he knew how to please a person in bed, and for some reason she wanted to know if her instincts were true.

"Hey!"

Winter looked over and noticed that her handsome, yet obnoxious customer was holding up his glass. With a sigh, she walked back over to him, grabbing the bottle of scotch along the way. Without a word, she refilled his glass and stepped away from him again.

An hour and four drinks later, Qrow was feeling pretty good. Really good. Every so often he would glance over at Winter and watch her interact with other customers. To his surprise, she was capable of smiling, which somehow made her look younger. As she stretched up to grab a bottle off of the top shelf, he let his eyes slowly travel up and down her body, wonder what she wore under her uniform.

"Last call, is there anything else you want? Another drink?" A voice cut through his thoughts and Qrow realized Winter was standing in front of him again, an annoyed look on her face.

"I'd like your legs wrapped around my neck. But your number would be nice," Qrow replied with a smirk.

Winter glared at Qrow, wishing she could kick him out. But he had already drunk around $75 worth of scotch and needed to settle his tab, so instead she took his glass away, placed the bill in front of him, and walked off without another word.

"Doubt you're not even that good in bed, Ice Queen," he called out. Pulling his wallet out of his pocket, he tossed a wad of bills onto the counter and slid off the stool, his walk unsteady as he walked towards the front door. "Tell the owner this place isn't half-bad."

Winter watched him leave, and with a sigh, headed over to where Qrow had been sitting and counted out the money he left her. To her surprise, he not only paid his tab in full, he actually left her a good tip. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something on the floor and walked around the bar to check it out.

Crouching down, Winter picked up a wallet and opened it as she straightened, groaning inwardly. Looking at her from the plastic window was Qrow's smug face on his license.

"Great…." At least, according to the address printed on his identification, he lived close by. Winter figured she could swing by and drop it off as she was running errands. With luck, it would be a painless affair and she wouldn't have to deal with his attitude for very long.

As she closed up the bar, Winter idly wondered if Qrow would return for another drink, and what would happen if she did give into his flirtations.