Ruby Rose, a modern living legend. Staying till close at yet another seedy down town bar, drunk again. Saving the world was always something that seemed so glamorous and romantic to her. When she actually pulled it off with her team and her friends she found a little snag in her overall life-plan. She hadn't invested any of her money, or saved any, or remembered to charge money in the first place.

Ruby Rose was entirely broke and had a great many problems, though the one at the forefront of her mind was one that she thought she wouldn't have to worry about. A place to sleep. No money meant that Ruby has nowhere to really call her own and until recently had been saying at her old home on Patch. While her dad was happy with having one of his daughters home, Ruby herself was still a young woman and wanted a place of her own to do things that young women do. Look at weapon manuals on the CCT networks.

The red-clad huntress left the bar and proceeded to run down a list of places she could sleep, while stumbling and missing every other step. Her thoughts were a complete mess but her feet were dragging her in the direction of somewhere that she could call familiar. One of the few places she could sleep in Vale without being worried what the liquid on her clothes was the next morning. The apartment of Jaune Arc.

Of a great many students at Beacon, Jaune was one of the few that actually bothered to make a plan B in terms of housing and secured himself a cheap apartment in one of the nicer neighbourhoods of Vale. In fact Jaune and Ren must have been on the same wave-length because they both put a bit aside and invested too. Ren was now the proud owner of a bakery with Nora being both his tenant and a pastry chef. Life was good for those two.

The only member of her own team that didn't have to worry about financial difficulties was Weiss, now living in Atlas in her old family home.

Yang was traveling the world doing huntress things like fighting Grimm and ruining dance clubs for everybody else.

Nobody really knew what Blake was doing, but whatever it was she was likely running away from it.

Small thoughts trailed across Ruby's mind as she approached the door to Jaune's little apartment, wondering how she got here was one of these thoughts and another was are his spare keys still under the welcome mat? Or did he move them to the flowerpot? This wasn't the first time Ruby Rose had invaded Jaune's apartment while intoxicated. Just the first time he wasn't here when it happened.

After locating the keys, Ruby realised she'd been holding them the entire time, she slapped the door open and fell in. Apartments were not usually was warm as Jaune's were, especially at night, but somehow Jaune's apartment was always so cosy and comfortable. He's made a home of it, that much was evident to any visitor and anybody would be lying to say otherwise.

Pictures of their time at Beacon, on the trail and even one or two of Jaune being forced to wear a dress were all lovingly framed on the wall. The wooden mantelpiece holding a well-maintained sword that once belonged to Jaune's partner, her shield hung carefully over it.

If Ruby was in any condition to stand and admire all the pieces and memories that were preserved here she would probably want to cry. Right at that very moment though, she was wondering if she could crawl into Jaune's bed; if the distance would make it worth it instead of just falling asleep in the hallway. Wondering the bed would still smell like the boysenberry shampoo he uses or if it'll smell like whatever Ruby are last night.

Her body made the choice for her though, as her arms pulled her towards the door on the far end of the room. Each little pull making her feel slightly more confident she would sleep in a warm, pleasant bed. Still dragging herself towards the door she met an obstacle. The door was shut, not tightly but it was till shut. Her arms wouldn't able to reach the handle that would lead to her safe haven for the night.

"Only one thing to do then" Ruby muttered to herself. Reaching to her back to take her weapon, her beloved Crescent Rose, from its leather holster. Her plan was fool proof, use the scythe mode to nudge the door open and then continue to crawl till her head hits the pillow. Nothing and nobody could tell her this plan wouldn't work. Till she realised that Crescent Rose wasn't at her back.

When a warrior loses their weapon it's because it means they're ready to move on with their life, past the violence or they've been caught by surprise. When Ruby loses her weapon, bad things happen. She once absent-mindedly left it in rifle mode, unattended in a dust shop. Some kids found it and well, From Dust Till Dawn became very rich in record time, it also broke the world record on collateral damage.

She frantically searched for it, scanning the room, her trail. Could she have left it at the bar? Oh no, no she would wouldn't ever be that careless. She spotted her weapon poking out off the edge of the table. Weird, she always keeps Crescent Rose in its holster and only takes it out to fight… Or show off. Why was it on Jaune's table? Not that it mattered all that much now, her weapon was found and she was ready to get to that soft, cool, comfy bed.

Crawling towards the table at breakneck speed Ruby slammed her head into one of the legs, causing the weapon above her head to shake. Each shake brought it closer to the edge of the table. Ruby knew what she had to do, it was the only sensible thing to do in that situation. Head-butt the table till Crescent Rose fall and she can grab it.

Each movement made a thud and a crash, Ruby made an "oh" and "ouch" every time. Thud, thud, thud, "ouch, ouch, ouch" Ruby cried "How." Thud. "Much." Thud. "Longer." Thud. "Will." Thud. "This." Thud. Take?!" Instead of a thud Ruby and the unfortunate tenants below her were startled by a loud crash. Crescent Rose had fallen to the floor, finally within Ruby's grasp. Now the only thing left was the door.

While Ruby was giving herself permanent brain damage she hatched a new plan. She remembered that her weapon was also a gun. A high-impact sniper rifle to be precise. She didn't need to open the door with the scythe, she needed the door open but it didn't really matter how she did it. All she really needed to do was support herself enough and the rest would be like magic. A magic knows a gun.

Ruby grabbed her beloved and rolled out from under the table facing the bedroom door. Steady she thought to herself "only the handle, it only has to be the handle" assuring herself that she hadn't lost her ability to aim. Ruby slowed her breathing, lined up the sight on her weapon and with a squeeze of the trigger she blasted the door in its centre, the door was torn off its hinges in a storm of splinters a sawdust.

"BULLSEYE!" Ruby joyfully exclaimed, the excitement making her forget about her previous inability to walk as she leapt towards the roof of Jaune's apartment. Rose petals blending in with the sawdust making the moment seem like an abstract piece of art that Weiss and Blake would be into.

A gust of wind blew the furniture and clutter on the ground away as Ruby charged into the bed, her clothes among the debris that were flung against the walls of the apartment. Wrapped in the duvet of Jaune's bed wither her head resting on the softly on the pillow. "Boysenberry" Ruby muttered as she finally drifted off to sleep.

Ruby's dream was quite the experience. It started out in her first day at Beacon, meeting Jaune for the first time. Instead of his classic weapon, he instead had a hydra Grimm inside the shield scabbard that he had to feed a certain amount of grapes a day and wasn't allowed to feed after midnight.

It was surreal, but then the dream changed to walking through strawberry fields with her team, picking out the best ones that were going to be made into juice later. Everything was fine till the Strawberry Guardian came out of the floor, prompting the team to try and fight it. Weapons were useless against it and the world looked doomed. Till Ruby got hungry and started to chow down, its screams were drowned out by the cheering that passers-by gave her. Soon after that she was named the Strawberry Queen by the survivors and given a life-time pass to take any strawberries from the field.

Before the dream came to an end, Ruby was treated to the smell of boysenberry, followed by the smell of cookies being baked. More and more aromas crept up on Ruby as she dreamt of the food, of the sweetness that she could no longer frivolously enjoy like she did a long while ago. A bright flash of light ended all that in a moment though.

Ruby's silver eyes were blinded by the light that was determined to sneak its way in through the small cracks in the wooden blinds. It was a gentle wake-up call and one that Ruby desperately needed given her current state of foggy-headed, drool covered, not-quite nakedness. It was difficult to remember that had happened last night. She remembered falling over but nearly everything else was a haze.

Until she looked a little towards her left. At the bested door and the lane of petals that led to the bed. Which was now covered in drool and sawdust. Much like Ruby. First thing on the agenda was to clean herself up, preferably with a nice shower. A nice, warm shower and some of that nice soap Jaune has would be a great way to start the day. Thank whatever Gods exist on Remnant I'm alone Ruby thought to herself, I'd never live this down otherwise.

The world outside marched on as Ruby finished in the shower and got dressed before assessing the damage she had done last night. A hole in the door, damage to the wall, sawdust and petals everywhere and a dent on the leg of the table. Ruby let out a defeated sigh as she realised exactly how badly she messed up, wondering of Jaune will ever let her stay over again for all the mess and expenses she no doubt caused him. It was a little sad to think of.

Spying a letter in a blue envelope in the hallway stuck in on the wall, by some knives from the kitchen that had been left out helped take Ruby's mind off what she had done. Mostly because in bold capital letters her name was written on the side. It was Jaune's hand writing, absolutely no doubt about that; one thing you could always appreciate about Jaune is that he put effort into nearly everything he did. No matter how strange or small it was it received nothing but his best effort and attention.

Moments passed as Ruby stared at the letter, anxious as to what its contents were and wondering if she really deserved even a simple thanks given what last night's escapade. Though she couldn't leave in unopened, or here. Jaune was due back in Vale by the end of the week, which gave Ruby three days to get her mess cleaned up. Setting the letter aside Ruby rubbed her hands together and prepared to hoist the door back up to its frame.

Only she abandoned that half a second later when she ripped the envelope open to read its contents:

To Ruby. How have you been? The holiday has been great for me, even met some of my family and just had a chat. I figured that you've done a lot for me and just about everybody else on the planet so I've left some directions to where I'm currently staying. It's on me if you want to swing on by, you earned it.

Yours sincerely,

Jaune Arc.

P.S. Thanks for house-sitting. I know you're probably busy but it means a lot you'll help me out even now. My apartment's probably the safest it's ever been with you around.

A smile perched its self on Ruby's lips, then immediately melted to a frown when she remembered the state of the room, Pyrrha's old sword now lodged into Jaune's bookshelf. "He'll never trust me with anything again" Ruby said to herself in a hushed but wounded voice. Scanning the envelope for the map to Jaune's whereabouts Ruby readied herself, packed her bags and gave the area the once around with a vacuum cleaner before setting out.

If Jaune was going to find out anyway then she may as well tell him herself. Ruby thought of ways to break the news on the way over. The map pointed to a lace that was a fair way away really, but would only take half a day if she used the sky bus which Jaune seemed to assume she would he'd given her enough money for a ticket; it's also the most convenient way to travel for anybody that doesn't get motion sick.

With a breath Ruby took her first steps outside. Smiling happily, not having to worry about the rest of the day, because by the end of it she'd be hanging out with the first friend she made at Beacon, a long while ago. Now if only her team showed up, everything would be right with the world.

Note: Somebody asked if I got the idea from Hotel Transylvania. I did not, this was an idea I have been sitting on for a while. I hope people enjoy it.