Half an hour after the dance ended, Blake and Yang had finally staggered back to their dorm. They had just turned down the hallway that led to their room when Blake's scroll began to buzz. She looked at it, and saw Jaune's picture appear.

"Iss Jyaune," Yand slurred, winking with a laugh, "You should answer it!" Blake was so intoxicated, that she could barely lift her scroll to chest height without losing her balance.

"Jaune," Blake crooned, struggling to drunkenly answer the call, "Wadda you want?" She fell backwards against the wall.

"Oh, thank god," Jaune exclaimed, sighing with relief, "Blake, we need your help. We're locked – Pyrrha, no! We're locked in a closet off of the main hall, and Pyrrha is drunk and refusing to keep her clothes on."

"Well that wasn't parta the plan," Yang said, giggling, "How'd ya get locked in a closet?" She plopped down onto the floor next to Blake, who had already slid down the wall.

"Nora locked us in," He groaned, "I asked Nora to help me take Pyrrha home, because the alcohol was making her a little handsy, but when Nora realized that Pyrrha – no, Pyrrha, stop – that Pyrrha was trying to undress me, she decided to lock us in here."

"Jaune is mine," Pyrrha slurred excitedly, "I love him, and I'm gonna see his penis." Jaune could hear Black and Yang giggling furiously.

"Guys," Jaune moaned, "This isn't funny. I need you to-" the screen went dark as Yang ended the call.

"Shouldn't we – hic – help him," Blake asked.

"Trust me, Blaky," Yang insisted, her head rolling from side to side, "Trusht me. Thish ish helping him. We've been planning this for weeks."

"Oh, come on," Jaune, groaned desperately, "Pyrrha, stop!" Jaune was too confused to think straight. Pyrrha kept drunkenly insisting that she loved him, but it had to be just because she was drunk, right?

"Come on, Jauny," she taunted seductively, pressing her voluminous chest against his legs, "Don't you want me?" Her hand snaked its way up Jaune's dress.

"Yes, Pyrrha," Jaune shouted. Suddenly, a knock came at the door.

"Jaune, is that you," Weiss Shnee called from the other side.

"Yes, thank you," Jaune called back, "Nora locked us in!"

"Neptune told me," She said, "wait here. I'll find a way to get you out."

"Weiss, go away," Pyrrha moaned, "Jaune is mine!" Turning to look at him, she said, "I love you, Jaune. She doesn't. Why do you like her instead?"

"I don't," He admitted loudly, pushing her off of him, "Yes, I want you, but not like this. You're drunk. You're very drunk. I can't take advantage of you like – Woah, woah, woah! What are you doing?!" Pyrrha had undone the clasp of her dress, letting the front fall and exposing her breasts.

"Come feel me," She offered, grinning impishly, "I want you to. Besides, I need help with the zipper." She turned away, presenting the zipper to him.

"NO!" He shouted adamantly, throwing his hands up in exasperation, "Pyrrha, we are not doing this. WE ARE NOT-" He was cut short by the soft click of a door being unlocked. The knob turned, quickly. The door opened, slowly. Pyrrha had enough time to cover her chest with her arms, and Jaune had just enough time to realize there was no explanation for being locked in a closet with a drunk, half-topless girl. Finally, the door opened to reveal Weiss Shnee, accompanied by Dr. Bartholomew Oobleck.

"Ah, Mr. Arc," Oobleck yelled quietly, "I'm told your predicament has something to do with one intoxicated Nora Valkyrie. No matter. Kindly put Ms. Nikos's clothes back on her. When you have done that, Ms. Shnee will assist you in getting Ms. Nikos back to her dorm. I suggest that you hurry, because I can only delay Professor Goodwitch for so long."

By the time Jaune and Weiss had dragged Pyrrha back to team JNPR's room, Nora and Ren were still missing.

"Okay, Pyrrha," Jaune said quietly, "Let's get you out of that dress so you can go to bed."

"So you're finally going to undress me?" Pyrrha teased, immediately making Jaune regret his choice of words, "Can I undress you?" Jaune looked at Weiss.

"I've done my part," Weiss said, walking out of the room.

"Pyrrha, please," Jaune begged, "can we please just get you ready for bed?" Pyrrha turned to let him unzip the dress.

As he stripped the dress off of her, she asked, "Does undressing me make you feel good, Jaune? You can always get in bed with me."

"Pyrrha, no," He replied flatly, pulling a pajama shirt over her head. She faked a hurt look, then kissed him on the mouth.

"Come sleep with me," She said.

"No, Pyrrha," He said, lifting a water bottle to her lips, "Here, drink."

"You like putting things in my mouth, Jaune," She joked, "I like when you do it."

"Pyrrha, please just go to bed," Jaune begged.

"Only if you come too."

"Fine."

"I love you, Jaune."

"Yeah, yeah."