CNYK - Coco/Qrow

Summary: CandyCane is a collection of drabbles featuring RWBY pairings. Some are sweet, some are sour. Pick your poison.

These are all belated Christmas 'presents' of random RWBY pairings that I decided to put into a collection rather than upload them all as separate fics. I used a generator to come up with most of these pairings so... if they seem out there and really random, that's why. I'm not sorry.

Some of these drabbles may contain... questionable content. There will be warnings posted alongside them so you can avoid this weird shit I'm writing. Like seriously, I don't know why I wrote half of this. It just happened. Hopefully some of it tickles your fancy, or you can be horrified in the corner with me.

Coco Adel stepped out from her favorite clothing store, newly restored after the invasion of Grimm and celebrating a grand re-opening right on time for the Vale Festival. She carried her weapon in one hand - compacted into a purse - and two full bags of clothes in the other.

It was starting to get dark already, and rather than walk all the way back to Beacon Coco stepped into an open bar, making a beeline for the bartender. "Can I borrow your phone?" she asked, setting her bags on the counter. "I want to call a taxi."

"Sure thing, miss." The bartender replied, placing the glass down that he had been cleaning before retrieving the phone. "Here you go."

"Thank you." Coco took the phone from him, pressing in the numbers for the Vale Taxi system. She used it often in these kind of situations so she knew them by heart.

"Would you like something to drink while you wait?"

"Yeah. Hard liquor, please. Top shelf," she managed to add before her call was picked up and she was about to give them the address when a patron to her right spoke.

"You sure you can handle that kid?" The man that had spoken was holding a glass in one hand, the ice clinking continuously as his hand wavered in the air above the counter. He was clearly drunk, and... handsome. In a rugged way, with his hair a mess, slight stubble all along his jawline, and tears in the cloak he wore over the rest of his outfit.

Coco lowered the phone from her lips. "Bartender," she call down to him. "Make that two drinks. One for me, and one for this man here."

"Sure thing." she heard him shout back.

The man raised a brow at her as she set the phone down, briefly pressing the end call button. "You look like you need the good stuff," she teased in response to his probing gaze.

Coco smiled at him and he grinned back.