Yang had decided to drive to the party to have some fun, but in a drunken haze getting married to a girl she had met only a few hours ago was not on her list of fun things to do at a party.
She sneaked a peek at the girl who was sitting beside her in her car. Blake had beautiful raven coloured hair that spiralled a little bit down her back, emphasizing her muscular shoulders; her words rolled easily off her tongue (she suspected the girl was a writer, judging by her word choice and the wisdom they carried), but she had soon decided her favourite thing about her were the intriguing amber eyes that with a single glance managed to calm the storm in her head.
I am married to this girl
She hadn't fully realised it yet. One moment you are single, had been for over six years, and the other you are married to a total stranger. Digging into her memory, she remembered all of this was actually Ruby's fault. And Weiss' fault.
When they would finally return to the civilised world, and out of their hiding place, wherever that might be, she would gladly give them a lecture about the difference between encouraging a friend/sister to speak to a gorgeous girl she spotted at a party, and encouraging her to marry the same girl.
She had been drunk, acting upon every single thought that popped into her brain, and at that moment she had needed her friend and sister more than ever to stop her from making a big mistake. Apparently, that was too much to ask from them.
Blake must have noticed the crinkle between her nose and forehead that always showed when she was deep in thought, and a warm hand was placed upon her own, following her movements as she switched gears.
"Everything is going to be okay, Yang." Her voice was gentle, almost convincing Yang this situation indeed could be easily fixed.
She smiled a soft smile, grateful for the efforts Blake made to reassure her. "Yeah, you are right. Thanks Blake." Blake tenderly squeezed her hand, then released it, and a strange pang of disappointment struck her.
You aren't even married for real, chill out Xiao Long
The radio had been turned down, as Yang had quickly discovered the small cat ears on top of Blake's head, and feared that loud music would be painful for the girl. It was playing one of her favourite songs, and she caught Blake smiling at her when she started to sing along in a soft voice. Unfortunately, the song could be interpreted as a love song, not a happy one that was sure, but still, and her thoughts immediately returned to the mess she made of her life.
She sighed, her fingers drumming on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. The sun had long ago disappeared, sunken into the sea, and slowly streetlights were coming to life, filling the highway with light again. She had decided together with Blake that they would sleep in her apartment, and would figure out a way to cancel their marriage first thing in the morning.
It was still a long way to go before they would arrive at her place, and that meant enough time for Yang to curse herself for that one destructive choice she made about an hour ago.
Loud music was the first thing to greet her. Someone apparently had been busy with filtering out all the music except for the bass, as the only thing that she was able to hear clearly, or rather feel, was the bass. Yang didn't get where the tradition of turning up the bass to extreme sound levels at a party had started, and why, but she did know she didn't especially like it.
What she did like about parties was the chance of meeting new people, and just having fun in general. She allowed herself to lose sight of her boundaries a bit once in a month, and the last Saturday of a month had quickly become the standard day she would go out with her friends and sister.
Her study took up most of her time, but she had followed her father's advice, like a good kid, to have some free time in between studying too. He had been right when he had told her you needed a moment of piece sometimes, and the sensation of letting her hair loose once a month could only be described as a breath of fresh air.
With Ruby on her right side and Weiss on her left, she stepped inside the club they had picked out for tonight. Her other friends entered at a short distance behind them, talking loudly to each other, probably because otherwise they couldn't hear what the other person was saying.
Bright party lights flashed into her eyes, disorientating her at first, but it only took her one blink to get used to them. Loud music, bright lights, a lot of drunk and shady people gathering in one place... Although she might look like a party girl from the outside, Yang actually disliked them. She disliked the atmosphere, the alcohol and cigarettes, the people that were always trying to get her attention, trying to get her to go out with them.
One dude had even had the guts to ask her, after she had rejected him like three times, if she was a lesbian. Right, just because a girl didn't want to date you, she must be a lesbian, because there isn't a single girl in the world that wouldn't want to be with you.
She clenched her fists, the memory alone enough to make her blood boil. Most of the time guys wanted her solitary because of her looks, not giving a damn about who she really was as a person.
At that point, girls were much and much better. They were nice, seemed to care about her, had soft skin she wanted to caress for eternity, long hair that always seemed to be screaming for her to run her fingers through it, gorgeous eyes with long, dark eyelashes…
Her trail of thought came to a halt as she spotted the raven haired girl in the corner of the bar. She sat on a high bar chair, calmly chatting with the bartender while sipping from her drink, now and then letting a laugh slip.
She was the most beautiful person she had ever seen.
"Who you looking at?" Ruby whispered in her ear. Her sister had an incredibly accurate my-big-sister-just-spotted-an-attractive-person sensor, and of course confronted her with it every single time.
She nodded in the direction she had been staring, and Ruby quickly scanned the place she had pointed at, grinning when she discovered the girl. "You should go for it, she is breath taking."
Yang rolled her eyes at her sisters useless advice, receiving a playful push in return. "I know, wish me luck lil sis."
Ruby gave her a thumbs up before grabbing Weiss' hand, pulling her over to one of the couple booths in the centre of the club. Their other friends had already disappeared, probably all scoring themselves a drink and a good spot on the dance floor.
Sometimes is was hard to be the only single person in a group of friends. There were Ren and Nora, Pyrrha and Jaune, Sun and Neptune, Coco and Velvet, Neon and Flynt, and of course Ruby and Weiss.
In the beginning she must admit the thought of those two ending up together had never even once crossed her mind, but once they started dating, every long lasting look, unnecessary touch and random lip bite made sense.
Her little sister and best friend made a good couple, although they showed love at a some what inconvenient manner called bickering until one of them was too drunk to respond anymore or fell asleep.
Her friends often teased her with her lack of a significant other, and the group totally lost it when Sun came up with a stupid voice-over thing, only meant to annoy her.
Three straight couples and three gay couples live together in harmony. Now, only the Yang, master of all the single people, can disrupt the balance they created. But which of the two camps will she choose: the straights or the gays? You will see it all in the next episode of 'Life of a single Yang'.
She hated her friends.
The bar chair didn't seem to approve her arrival, stubbornly refusing to move from its place, and Yang struggled to push it closer to the raven haired girl. Acting as if nothing happened, she took the seat, immediately attracting two amber eyes in her direction.
"One Strawberry Sunrise, please, with one of those little umbrellas."
The bartender disappeared, hopefully to prepare her the drink she ordered, and now she could clearly feel the eyes of the person next to her, observing her new neighbour. She turned her head in her direction, surprising the other girl slightly, but she soon recovered.
"You like what you see?" Yang asked playfully, wishing this would be enough to get the girl to talk to her.
She had always been proud of her flirting skills, but strangely they only seemed to work on people she didn't actually want to be with. It was like her brain completely shut down the moment it spotted an attractive person, leaving her with only the cliché pick-up lines and stupid puns.
However, she could handle this. She was Yang Xiao Long, master of communicating with people, used to being the centre of attention, used to amusing people and making them feel comfortable to be their self. A situation like this was daily business.
The girl laughed, taking a small sip of her drink that was barely half full by now. "I do actually." A warm feeling hit Yang in the chest. Step one had been taken. "I could ask you the same thing by the way. Did you really think I didn't see you staring at me?"
Yang immediately redirected her attention to the drink that had just been put before her, throwing some cash on the counter in an attempt to look cool. She didn't want to give the girl the idea she was a predator, only looking for an easy prey to take home for the night.
"I hoped so, but apparently luck isn't at my side tonight."
The girl laughed again, and extended her hand towards her. "Blake Belladonna." Yang took it, instantly feeling soft skin beneath her fingers, but also recognising the rough edges that meant the girl regularly worked out.
"Yang Xiao Long, nice to meet you." She smiled her award winning smile, another attempt to flirt with Blake, but the latter didn't give an inch. "Likewise."
There was a moment where they were left only looking at each other, both wishing the other would make the next move.
Blake leaned in, allowing her to recognise the bitter smell of alcohol. The girl probably had too much to drink already, not having full control over her body anymore, and absolutely not thinking about the consequences of her actions.
"Can I tell you what information I gathered while observing you earlier?"
Fear arose in Yang's body. Blake was now approaching the walls she had put up years and years ago, and still hadn't been able to fully remove. She only nodded, not trusting her voice right now, but it was enough encouragement for Blake.
"You act like a party girl, but deep inside you are terrified. Terrified of people breaking through your walls, letting them close enough to hurt you. I guess you don't want people to see your vulnerability, so you put an armour around your heart to protect yourself from them, and from showing your deepest and truest feelings. Am I right?"
The girl couldn't have been more correct, but Yang wasn't planning on showing her that. A small grin decorated her face, and Blake tilted her head, clearly interested. "You wish, Belladonna."
"I didn't know we are on last name bases already." Blake remarked, only widening Yang's smile.
"Don't say you don't like it."
Blake tapped her finger on her chin, acting like she was seriously thinking about it. The amber eyes soon returned to meet lilac, and only in the dim light of the bar Yang was able to see the golden specks in them, dancing to their own music no one else was able to hear.
"I have to think about that one."
"Don't worry, I can wait the year." Yang teased, and Blake's mouth dropped open in shock, as if she couldn't believe she had just said that. "Did you just insult me, Xiao Long?"
Her voice had suddenly jumped down an octave, raw and dangerous, luring her to the girl next to her like a moth to a flame; they both knew the dangers, but still couldn't resist the urge to crawl closer and closer, risking it all just for the chance of being near the beauty of the flame.
"Maybe?" Yang answered innocently, allowing herself to take one step closer to the flame. She could already feel the warmth of it pulsing in her fingertips, although that could also be the result of her fast beating heart.
Instead of retreating out of her personal space, Blake only moved closer and closer, until their noses were nearly bumping into each other. Yang gulped, painfully aware of al of her movements, especially one that would close the small distance between them.
"Too close?" Blake whispered in her ear, the feeling of her cold breath on her ear making her shiver slightly. Blake smelled like vanilla and moonlight, with a flicker of lavender, probably her parfum.
Yang grabbed a gentle hold of her chin, staring deeply into amber eyes. Her gaze travelled down slowly, stopping at the sight of Blake's lips. Before she could stop herself, her fingers ghosted over her lips, savouring the soft skin, imprinting each little curve in her memory.
She had put on a bit of pink lip gloss, and Gods, Yang wanted to kiss her so bad.
Blake cupped her face, silently asking for permission, receiving a silent answer. Yang's hands were shaking as she put her arms around Blake's shoulders, running her fingers through the gorgeous black locks, and ultimately let them rest at the back of her neck.
It was Blake who crossed the distance separating them, and Yang felt soft lips on her own, gently pressing and moving against hers.
Fireworks seemed to explode in her head, her heart beat speeding up until she couldn't concentrate anymore because of the noise, but soon she calmed down, finally able to properly kiss back.
The kiss was soft and gentle, but also had a raw and dangerous undertone to it. The feeling reminded Yang of the story of the sirens, who lured unsuspecting sailors to the cliffs with their beautiful voices, but in the end only wanting to sink their ships and eat their flesh.
Blake pulled back, a bit out of breath, but the corners of her mouth were quirked up into a large smile. Yang reached up, tucking a few lost strands of hair behind Blake's ear, enjoying every second of being close to her.
Holy damn, she just kissed me
Time seemed to speed up after that one kiss. They sat at the bar for quite some time, drinking and laughing, sometimes kissing again, nothing she hadn't done before, but still it felt… different.
Yang could actually see Blake in her future, laughing together while eating dinner, waking up next to her, talking for hours because neither of them could fall asleep. It was probably the alcohol that caused such illusions, but still, it felt nice being here with Blake, and for the first time Yang actually fully enjoyed a party.
They drank even more, and neither of them planned on leaving soon. "Sis! Weiss and I are going home!" Ruby dropped in, lunging her arm around her shoulders, almost causing her to fall off her chair.
Maybe she was a bit drunk after all.
"You too act like you have been married for some years already." Weiss remarked, pointed at Blake and Yang, who were close to sitting on each other's lap. "Well, have fun together. If you stay over at her place, please text me Yang."
Yang nodded absently, still thinking about Weiss' words earlier. Marriage huh? She could see herself in a beautiful white dress, Blake waiting for her at the altar… That was it!
"Blake!" She grabbed the poor girl by her arm, making her flinch in response. A sober Yang would have immediately pulled back, asking in a soft voice if she did something wrong, but this was drunk Yang who was controlling her body right now.
"Let's get married."