"Ah, Yang!" Ruby Rose reached her free hand behind her to smooth her red cape as Yang dragged by other arm into the loud building. "I've never even heard of Jupiter. Why are you dragging me to a loud concert?"

"It's JNPR, Rubes," Her blonde half-sister replied to Ruby's whine, "I know this isn't really your thing, but Blake was busy and it'd be lame to go on my own! Besides," Yang Xiao-Long continued in sing-song.

"You may meet a cute boy~." The bodacious blonde looked behind her to wink at the shorter sister.

"Yang!" Ruby flinched back, "I don't wanna meet some rowdy concert goer!"

"What's wrong with 'rowdy concert goer's?" Yang gestured to herself. "We're perfectly date-worthy!"

Ruby's rebuttal was cut off as they reached the entrance. The security guard dutifully examined the tickets before shifting out of the girls' way.

Stumbling after her sister, Ruby muttered, "I wouldn't date you, though."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Yang grinned as she pulled the brunette along, nearing their seats, "Okay, we're right here, a few rows from the front. See?" She showed the numbers, "The concert doesn't start until three—"

"What!? Why'd we have to get here thirty minutes early!?"

"So I can scope out some hotties, duh." Yang leered around the hall at other fans. "So, anyway, don't lose your ticket, and be back here at three. You have your scroll, yeah?" Ruby nodded, patting her pocket. "Money for food and stuff?" Ruby nodded again, looking bored. "Excellent. Now, at least try and meet someone!" Yang playfully shoved her sister as she jogged off.

"Ugh. Drag me all the way to this stupid concert just to abandon me?" Ruby whined pitifully, gazing at the ceiling as she headed toward the snack stands. "Why couldn't she have— oof!"

"Ah, sorry about that. I wasn't looking where I was going."

Ruby looked at the offending boy. He had scruffy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and was at least a head taller than her. The brunette felt a surge of heat leaking into her face as she stammered. "Ah! No, it was my fault, too!" She flailed her arms about frantically, trying to wave it off, "I wasn't watching either."

"Heh, my name's Jaune Arc. It's short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it."

Feeling redder than her cape, Ruby tried to think of a witty reply.

"Y-Yeah, I do."

That was not what she had in mind.

It seemed to surprise Jaune as well, she noted. A flush was creeping slowly onto his face, but he took it in stride. "So, did you come here alone, or with someone?"

Ruby shrank back, remembering her sister, "Ah, I came with someone." She looked back at Jaune to see some of the confidence shimmer away.

"Oh. I guess I should let you get then, huh?"

"No!" Her blush grew brighter, "I mean – No, you don't have to. I'll meet her again when the show starts. We're sitting next to each other and everything. And I like you— I mean—Like talking to you."

"Uh, her?" Jaune quirked an eyebrow before flinching, "Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to assume."

"Assume what?"

A worried look creeped onto the boy's face, "Ah, I just meant that – not that there's anything wrong with –" He stopped and took a deep breath, "I have nothing against lesbians. I'm sorry."

Three whole seconds passed as she stared at the blonde before – "ACK! Ugh! No!" Ruby made a show of gagging, but collapsed into giggles, "She's my sister, she dragged me to this concert because her friend was busy tonight. We're not on a date. We're not dating. We're not even lesbian."

"Oh," Jaune chuckled hesitantly before furrowing his brows in a quizzical look, "Wait, 'dragged'?"

"Hehe, yeah. I'm not really a 'concert' person. I don't really like going to them." Her mirthful smile morphed quickly into a visage of horror, "Not that there's anything wrong with them, they're just not my thing. I've, uh, never even heard of these Jeweler guys."

Jaune chuckled, "JNPR. Like the berry? So, you've never heard their music before?"

"Nope."

"Well," he reached into his pocket for a pen and paper, "If you like them tonight, you should call me." He made a show of writing down his number, finishing with a flourish befitting of most celebrities. "We can jam out to them together sometime."

Ruby smiled as she took the slip from him, "I'd like that." She looked at the digits, admiring the penmanship. When she looked back up, the boy was gone.

Yang arrived back at the seats a few minutes later to see a very accomplished-looking Ruby happily chewing on some chips from the snack stands.

"Hey, sis, you haven't been just sitting here the whole time, I see." The older sibling snatched a chip from the bag, "Did you at least see someone at the stands?"

"As a matter of fact," Ruby replied, a smug look overtaking her face, "I did. And he was cute. And I totally got his number." She brandished the slip of paper.

Yang whistled lowly, "Seven whole digits. Impressive." She smirked, "So, what'd this 'cute' guy look like, hm? And did my little pick-up pro get a name to match the face?"

Ruby let the teasing tone wash over her and looked the other way, sticking her nose up in victory, "He was tall, and blonde, and had blue eyes," She missed Yang's look of growing suspicion. "And he said his name was Jaune Arc." Ruby harrumphed smugly, also missing the gasp and gape Yang gave at the news.

"Oh, hey, the shows starting." Yang schooled her expression before Ruby turned to her, and did her best to not give away her amusement. As the brunette leaned forward, ready to try to enjoy the band that Yang had dragged her out here for, and that had scored her a guy's number, Yang waited to see her reaction to the band.

A tall blonde man strutted out onto the stage. "Good evening, Vale!" He exclaimed cheerily into the microphone as musicians filtered onto stage behind him.

Yang found herself trying in vain to stifle snickers at Ruby's face.

Jaune leaned over as a roadie slung his guitar over his shoulders for him, "I hope your feet are secure because we are JNPR, and we're here to rock your socks off!"