AN: Ok, second chapter. Good to know some people like the story. Let's get to Chapter 2 so we can get to the interesting parts. I don't own RWBY. May Monty Oum rest in peace. WARNING: There is music in this chapter. Listen if you wish, just look it up on youtube. It won't last very long but I hope it may help with your reading !

Audible speech: "Hello"

Thought/whisper: "Hello"

shouting or sounds: "HELLO"

Chapter 2: Who's the drunk?

Junior's Nightclub three months before RWBY begins. (Ghost's POV)

"Did he just faint?" I wondered as the blonde's body went limp and fell off the stool onto the floor. I just stared at his limp body as he lays there. The bartender looks over the counter, picking up the glass of... milk? Did this kid really order milk?

"Is that milk?" I ask the bartender with an air of curiosity with my words. The man nods his head still looking at the poor lad on the floor. "Yeah, I knew kids now-a-days aren't as tough as they were in my day, but passing out on milk?" He replied with true wonder and amusement at the event. I coughed slightly to get his attention. "I'm afraid my appearance may have caused his... reaction." I explained trying to defend the young man's honor. No one should be known for getting drunk on milk.

"Oh, well I can understand that. You look... frightening in that costume." He said with an air of caution. "Bartenders here tell it like, it is. I see." I thought as he returned to cleaning the beer glasses. "Yes, my appearance does tend to scare people." I confirmed the man's statement as I heft the lad up and helps him to stand. "Where you taking the drunkard?" The bartender asks as I start walking with the blonde on my left shoulder. "To my table, number 53. Please send us some cold water. Oh and my drink!" I reply as he nods and calls over a waiter.

(Shades' POV) (Music plays in the background- Welcome to the Club by Manian)

"Beacon girl aren't half bad." I thought as a teenage girl with noticable assests starts to dance with a jumpstyle manner. "She may be older than me, no question, but I can be smooth. I will get laid!" My hopeful mood was destroyed, when I felt a cold hand grab me by the arm and begin dragging me off the dance floor with a disappointed Heavy in the other pale hand.

"Aww! Come on Ice! I was just starting to have fun!" I being to protest, when her gaze turned to meet mine with a look of annoyance. She may be an android, but Ice knows how to imitate certain emotions without flaw, and her deathstare is by far the scariest thing I have ever seen. So I did the smart thing and shut up, as Heavy chuckled at her ablity to scare me.

Finally about half way to our table she releases us and we drop to the floor with a thud.

THUD THUD

"Ow my ass. Ice that hurt." I whined. "Cry baby." Heavy states as he stands. "So Ice, why does Ghost want us at the table? He was the one who told us to dance?" Heavy questioned her calmly as if we didn't just get dragged like two children out of a store by our android mother. "Ghost has asked me to retrieve the two idoits from the dance floor. He has no prior knowledge of the other humans and faunus here, to my knowledge. So I took it, that he ment you two meatbags." She used her default name for humans/faunus just to annoy me. I frowned and glared at her, but Heavy stepped in saying "You didn't answer my question, Ice. I asked why he called for us. Not why you you were dragging us." He finished. She replied with a curious expression. "I do not know and would like to find out. Which is why I followed his order." Heavy accepted the explanation and walked beside her. I stood there for a moment with an annoyed expression, before sighing and following.

(End background music.)

As we approached the table, we saw Ghost sitting next to a passed out blonde with a black hoody on. Ghost held the kid by the back of his hoody to steady him, so he wouldn't fall out of the chair. "What's up with the drunk?" I asked with a bit of amusement. He looked up at me and chuckled. "Lady and gents, I do believe we have an Arc amoung us." He said as he grabbed something under the table with his free hand. "Why would you say that, Ghost?" Heavy asked lifting up his red sunglasses and truthfully searched the drunk for any sign of a family emblem. "Because of this." Ghost stated as he threw a sword and a collapsed shield onto the table. The shield having two golden arcs across the face.

"Holy shit." Heavy said in an excited, but professional tone, as he picked up the shield and sword. "Either this kid is an Arc or he just stole one of the biggest target weapons in the history of... history." Heavy ended with an air of amusement. Taking a seat at the table all of us looked at Heavy with interest, not for the historical part, but the word "target". Target means something worth alot of money and if it's one thing we Phantoms all share is a love for the stuff.

"Last time I checked, these weapons are worth three maybe four million lien for each weapon of the set." Heavy continued looking at the weapons with wonder. I reached down to my belt and grabbed my A.S. (advanced systems) scroll. I quickly checked the black market and found Heavy's words to be truth. "It says here that each weapon of the set sells for five mill and thats the cheapest offer. What makes these things so valuable anyway?" I ask trying to grasp why a sword and shield would be worth so much.

Heavy smiled, "Legend says that this sword ... Crocea Mors, I believe is the name, is unbreakable and one of the few weapons to be reinforced by Earth dust. Which give the blade its durability, but the shield is the most interesting." Heavy layed down the sword and picked up the shield. Pushing a button and making the shield expand into its full form. "This shield was never given a name, but it is the first meta-shift weapon ever designed and built. Sure it may not be the that... advanced for our time , but eighty years ago this shield was furturistic to them. Other older weapons have been reinforced by dust, but this was the first meta-shifter. The first step to our very weapons we use today. Without this baby, we would still be using swords, spears, and stones to fight off the grimm." He chuckled as he collapsed the shield once again.

"So the question is, where did this kid get it? I mean even if he is an Arc, this weapon is prized by the Arc family and would be protected by every Arc alive before they'd give it up." Heavy scratched his chin as he pondered. "I say we dump the kid and cash in on a big pile of Lien." I suggest and most of the table seems to agree. Ice and Heavy nodding their heads, but Ghost sighed and took both of the weapons and placed them back under the table. "We aren't doing anything until I get some cold water." He said while shaking his head in a disappointed manner. The rest of the table, including myself, just looked at him like he had grown a secound head. "You were the one, who taught us to take all the lien we could ever get our hands on." I thought.

"Well speak of the devil." Ghost stated as a waiter approached our table with a glass of iced water and a glass of whiskey with a sip or two gone. He took the whiskey and shot the whole glass back in less than a second. He then took the glass of ice water and poured the cold liquid on the blonde drunk's head.

(Jaune's POV)

"AAAHHH!" I screamed as I woke from my sleep, that the nice demon man make me take. Looking to my right, I spotted said demon man. "AAAHHH! Please don't take my soul and feed me to your pet beowolves!" I screamed in the girlest voice known to man. "If you don't stop screaming. I'm going to get the Grimm myself, you pansy!" A deep but lively voice soaking in a Tenra (U.S.A southern) accent thundered from my forward left. I shifted my gaze and saw three other figures siting across from me.

Two males and one female,the female having light blue hair reaching down to the back with silver eyes with pale white skin, wearing a white vest and a silver longsleeve shirt under it. The tenra sounding man was huge even when sitting. He wears a pair of blue tinted sunglasses and is wearing a black ten gallon hat out lined with blue along the edges, he wears a black sports jacket with a white dress shirt and blue tie. To his right sat a shorter hooded figure, his eyes covered with red sunglasses. He wears a red hoody with black lines going down the arms to a pair of black fingerless gloves. The hooded figure moved to speak, saying in a Valen accent "So what we gonna do with this drunk then?"