A/N: I asked a friend to give me a prompt to write, he gave me "Team JNPR and RWBY go out drinking to celebrate (something) and Yang gets thoroughly drunk. Jaune offers to get her home." I took it a bit off the rails. I also wrote a second possible ending to the story.

"You know Jauney, you're not half bad when you're not being such a boring stick in the mud!"

Jaune caught Yang as she stumbled away from him, taking her arm and putting it over his shoulder so that she wouldn't fall over.

"Thank you, Yang." He deadpanned, rolling his eyes and almost stumbling himself as he supported the blonde haired girl's weight.

"No really!" she continued, oblivious to his sarcasm, "I thought I was going to have to drag you out here and force you to have fun, but look at you go!"

Despite the backhandedness of the compliment, Jaune couldn't help but smile. He'd managed to pass all his classes in their first year at Beacon Academy, including Combat Class, Jaune thought smugly.

Naturally, Yang had declared that such an accomplishment needed celebration, and Nora was quick to jump on the bandwagon.

So his team, along with Yang and the rest of team RWBY, had gone out into town and gone to a club that Yang apparently frequented.

Yang had pretty much made sure that everyone (Save for Ruby) had at least one drink. It had been amusing watching her argue with Weiss over it, but in the end the heiress had given in and ordered something. Nora also had only one drink, mostly because Ren and Pyrrha cut her off after that as a precaution.

It ended up being in vain, as apparently, Nora couldn't hold her drinks at all, and of all things, she was a sleepy drunk.

She'd passed out at ten thirty and Ren had taken her back to Beacon. Weiss and Ruby had followed at eleven.

Pyrrha stuck around until near one thirty, taking advantage of the opportunity to relax a little. After enough drinks she had started to spill hilarious stories about her time in Mistral training and going to school, and Jaune had been glad to see her enjoy herself after all the pressure he knew she felt at Beacon to preform.

Blake had left at two, proving to be well versed at drinking. She hadn't really acted much different, though she had danced with Yang, Pyrrha and even with Jaune once or twice throughout the night.

That had left himself and Yang, and to be honest, Jaune would have been fine calling it a night when Pyrrha did and heading back to Beacon then, but Yang had insisted he stay, saying that it was him they were partying for so he had to stick it out and be the last one to leave. He hadn't drunk too much, but it was enough for that logic to make sense just long enough for Jaune to realize he'd been roped into being Yang's handler as she got completely hammered.

And thus, here he was. Whoop-tie-do.

"Just keep walking Yang, and take it easy, or else you might puke."

"Naw, you're the one that does that, remember Vomit boy?"

He groaned, lifting his head up to the sky as Yang laughed.

"Aw come on, I'm just teasing." She giggled, her nose bumping against his neck as she swayed. He rolled his eyes, looking down at her. He was glad he hadn't had too much to drink, otherwise Jaune doubted the two of them would have been capable of walking home.

"You know," she said, tone light, "You're a pretty damn good dancer." She looked up at him as they turned a corner on the street. He shrugged, "My sisters forced me to learn how, I didn't really have much of a choice." She laughed again, placing a hand on his chest teasingly, "I think it paid off, if only Weiss had stuck around long enough to dance with you, maybe you would sweep her off her feet." The hand rose higher, "Wouldn't that have been something, huh Ladykiller?"

He turned pink, "Yea," he said, chuckling nervously, "Too bad." Apparently he didn't say it convincingly enough, because Yang pouted before grinning up at him, leaning in close.

"What? Ice Queen not strike your fancy anymore?" she teased, "Don't tell me you've moved on?" He looked away, face shifting to red.

Staying silent was a bad idea, giving Yang plenty of time to draw her own conclusions.

"Ooh," she exclaimed, eyes lighting up mischievously, "Is that why you wanted to leave with Pyrrha, hmm? How daring! Were the two of you looking to find some privacy, Jaune?"

He stammered out a denial, face burning, "We're not like that! No no no, we're just friends! It's not Pyrrha!"

They'd come to a stop, and Yang leaned up on her tiptoes to be eye to eye with him, grinning devilishly.

"Who is it then?" she asked, and he froze and looked at her in confusion, realizing his mistake. "You said it isn't Pyrrha, who is it then?"

He swallowed hard as she traced her fingers up his arm, "Come on Jauney. Who's the lucky girl who has your attention? Are you going to try and get her the same way you tried with Weiss?"

Her other hand was at his waist, "Maybe you'll use some of those dancing moves to woo her?" she mused, "Or," Yang commented, "Maybe," she leaned in real close, "Maybe you're just waiting for her to make the first move?"

He could feel her breath on his lips, and tried to back away, only to find that she had him backed up against the wall of a building.

"Come on, Lady Killer, maybe I can help you." She grinned, before leaning in and planting a kiss on his throat. He tried to lean away with what little room he had, but Yang grabbed hold of the collar of his shirt with one hand, the other sliding from his waist to his stomach as she dragged her lips up and across his jaw.

"Yang." He tried, but she pushed herself up against him and whispered into his ear.

"It's funny, you would think someone who goes out to clubs as often as I do would know how to hold their alcohol, and not get too drunk." She said, "I guess I must have been distracted, after all, I did say you could sweep a girl off her feet with your dancing, and we danced an awful lot together tonight Jaune." The hand on his stomach managed to find its way under his shirt, "Its almost like you wanted to dance with me all night."

With that, she pulled back enough from his ear to drag Jaune into a bruising kiss, pushing him further against the wall.

Jaune froze for a moment before responding, one hand slipping around to the small of Yang's back to pull her closer than she already was as the other buried itself into her hair without caution, running through her golden mane and brushing the back of her neck, making her shiver.

The kiss became more intense, and Yang's hand slid further up his chest, one leg pressing in between his own. They broke apart.

"Fuck, Yang." He panted, blinking.

She kissed him again, languidly, and then grinned against his mouth, "You'll have to buy me dinner first."

His eyebrows raised, "Seriously?"

Her grin turned suggestive, "Well, unless you can give me a reason to skip a few steps?"

In response, Jaune tightened his arm around her and flipped them around, pinning Yang against the wall and placing kisses down her neck, towards her collarbone, pressing his hips forwards into hers. She let out a gasp even as both her hands slid into his hair and gripped hard, tugging him back up to meet her lips.

Needless to say, Jaune made a very convincing argument that night.