Ruby pulled out her scroll, plugged her headphones in, and turned the volume up as loud as possible. Sitting on the couch in front of her favorite violent video game, she let herself drift away into the music, barely registering anything but the roaring electric guitars, pounding drums, and the enemies on the business end of her assault rifle as she mowed down her opponents.
At roughly the same time she died, the song reach it's climax, and she bounced around the room, controller and game forgotten, rocking out on an air guitar, banging her head almost violently as she sang out loud.
"This'll be the day we've waited for! This'll be the day we open up the dooooor!"
She leaped onto the coffee table in front of the couch.
"I don't wanna hear your absolution, hope you're ready for a revolution!"
The door slammed open, but she didn't notice, and kept rocking out.
"Welcome to a world of new solutions, welcome to a world a bloody evolutioooon!"
Before the next verse could be reached, however, she felt her headphones get practically ripped off of her head, and coming out of her music-induced frenzy, she found herself face-to-face with a very unamused white-haired girl.
"What in the name of all things holy are you listening to, Ruby Rose?" Weiss demanded.
Ruby grinned sheepishly. "Uh.. Jeff Williams?" The music could still be heard blaring out of the discarded headphones.
"How do you listen to this crap? It reminds me of lawnmower sounds mixed with drums and singing!"
"Oh yeah? Well, your music sucks, too!" Ruby retorted, sticking her tongue out at her best friend.
"It does not! My music is nothing but masterpieces! I'll have you know that whatever this drivel you listen to pales in comparison with Tchaikovsky and Strauss!"
"Pfft, just because you say that Mr. Chai Tea-"
"Tchaikovsky!" Weiss interrupted.
"Whatever! Just because you say Mr. Whatever-his-name-is is the best doesn't mean it's true!"
"It is so true! Just ask anyone, they'll tell you that the classical masters are far better than whatever it is you're listening to!"
Ruby huffed and pursed her lips. "Blaaaake!" she called out, trying to get the attention of the faunus who had apparently been in the room the whole time and was doing her very best to ignore Ruby and Weiss' argument, and before that, Ruby's rock-and-roll ecstasy.
Blake gave Weiss a knowing and devilish grin. "I know you secretly adore ABBA, Weiss, so be careful with your criticism."
Weiss turned pink. "H-How do you know that?!" she demanded incredulously.
"I've heard you singing Dancing Queen in the shower. We all have."
Turning an even deeper shade of red, Weiss simply stuttered and left the room quickly.
Ruby, barely containing her laughter, turned to Blake. "Thanks for the support!"
"Weiss is right, though, it does kinda sound like a lawnmower," Blake replied as she went back to her book.