After a couple of weeks from the incident at Burnies Booze and Burgers, Nora was no longer able to keep up with the payments to her apartment. She had lost her side job of washing dishes and thus her boyfriend Ren, invited her to stay with him and Jaune, assuring her there would be plenty of room. Despite having to share a space with her ex, Jaune, this excited the ginger as she had never been over to the boys' place before. All the band meetings prior had occurred over at her place, but considering the lack of funds, now seemed like the perfect time to move out and into the boys' pad. However, as the girl skipped into the apartment, wearing a pink backpack and carrying a large green duffle bag, her first reaction was, "this is it?" She quivered.

Her eyes gazed upon a single room, a studio apartment with a small kitchen area and a fairly large bed. Jaune lied on the bed tossing a baseball up in the air and catching it repeatedly, while Oscar sat on the floor by him typing into a laptop, and her boyfriend cutting vegetables at a small bar area containing three barstools, a sink, and located only a few feet perpendicular to the stove and fridge. Ren responded, "What do you mean, this is it? We have everything we need here. Stove, refrigerator, bed, this place is perfect."

"Yeah about that, why is there only one bed and two of you?"

"Same reason there's only one fridge," Jaune added, "its big enough to share."

"You two... share a bed?" Nora muttered.

Ren groaned, "AHHH, why does everyone think that's so weird?"

"I know right," Jaune concurred, "in Europe it's not considered unusual for three or for men to share bed."

"EXACTLY," Ren shot back.

"I share a bed with my mom," Oscar added.

"Babe," Nora interjected, "I don't think I'm comfortable with the three of us sleeping in the same bed."

"Look," Ren consoled while making his way to her, "It's a scary thing when couples move in together for the first time and believe me, I wouldn't of suggested this unless I was absolutely sure we could make this work, and I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make you as comfortable here as possible."

The soothing words calmed Nora down as she gave in, "well... Okay."

As the two planted a quick kiss, Jaune barked, "Get a room."

To which Ren snarled, "Fuck off."

But at that moment, Oscar interjected, "GUYS! We got an email from Boyz 4ever."

"What do they want?" Ren inquired.

"Says here, they've heard good things about your guys' band and they want you to open for them at Club Rooster."

"Club Rooster?" Jaune mimicked, "Isn't that a gay club?"

"It's actually the hottest gay club in Canada," Oscar confirmed.

"OOOOO, I get it," Nora blurted, "Its called Club Rooster, because Rooster is another word for co-"

Cut off by the sound of the door being pounded on, the blonde zipped over to the knocking and was greeted by the site of his girlfriend Blake. "Hey, we hanging out or what?"

"OF COURSE," Jaune blurted, "I always enjoy your company."

"Hey Blake," Ren shouted out.

"Hey Ren," She shot back.

"Yeah that's Ren," Jaune continued to blurt out, "We share a bed, but it's not weird."

With a furrowed brow, Blake replied, "it's a little weird."

"It is a little weird, should we get going."

"Yes please," She confirmed.

With the two heading out, Ren shouted, "HEY DON'T FORGET, YOU AND I ARE HITTING THE GYM TOMORROW!"

"OKAY BYE," Jaune shouted back.

The Asian then groaned, "It's been like this ever since he started dating her, it's kind of annoying."

The ginger giggled then asked, "Um, what do you guys do for a bathroom?"

"There's a gas station across the street."

Blake and Jaune were enjoying each other's company at the Infinity mall. Deep in conversation, as Jaune concluded, "And that was the summer I spent as a camp counselor."

"You've certainly lead a very interesting life." Blake concluded.

"Okay, enough about me. You've hardly ever talked about yourself."

"...There's not much to tell. I've made a lot of mistakes in my life. Seven to be exact and now they're all biting me in the ass."

"That Tyrian guy, definitely seems quite the character."

"Yeah well, I partially blame myself for his behavior. He was already battling a lot of demons when I met him and me leaving him didn't do him any favors."

"What do you mean?"

With a deep breath, Blake explained, "Tyrian was one of my more recent relationships. For a while my life was nothing but drugs and partying. After I hit rock bottom, I checked myself into rehab and that's where I met him. Relationships with other patients there was highly forbidden, but that kind of gave it some flair for us. Certainly made it challenging and our shared experiences brought us closer... but after I was cleared, I wanted to distance myself from my old life so much, that I ended up leaving Tyrian behind without so much as a goodbye."

"Whoa, I... I don't know what to say to that."

"You can call me a bitch if you want, I've become numb to that word at this point."

"No, I wouldn't say that... I'd say you've, wait. Tyrian introduced himself as your first evil Ex."

"That's just their stupid order my Ex's like to come out to. You don't think I dated him first do you?"

"Well, yeah. That's what I initially thought."

"The guy is in his forties, you don't think I was dating him when I was like fifteen or something."

"No I just- look can we just change the subject?"

"Fine, but if you're serious about putting up with my Ex's, I suggest you start working out. You may not get as lucky next time."

"Noted, ACTUALLY. You know what, Ren regularly hits the gym, maybe I could ask him if I can tag along."

The next day, we find both Ren and Jaune entering a nearly empty gym with a boxing ring in the center and multiple exercise equipment scattered across the establishment. The two men were wearing shorts and tank tops, Jaune wore blue shorts and a white shirt while Ren wore green shorts with a black tank top. With the two men at the front desk, the Asian passed a clipboard to his friend for his signature, "Alright dude, just sign here and you'll start your three month membership."

The blonde cringed as he commented, "Are sure there isn't a free trail, I mean what if the other six Ex's are pushovers?"

"Just sign it and pay the nice lady, so we can get started."

After giving in, Jaune put on the complimentary gloves and began punching a heavy punching bag with Ren coaching him, "NO, NO, NO," the Asian criticized, "You need to shift your weight into your punches and your stance is all wrong, a real opponent will knock you down easily."

"What's the point of this, why don't I just hit the weights or something? The stronger I am the stronger my punches will be right?"

"Being strong, means nothing if you don't know how to throw a proper punch. Look just practice on me." Ren added while donning two gloves and holding them out, "Try striking at my hands."

Jaune practicing his strikes, had caught the eye of one particular individual across the room as she made her way to them. Ren further coached, "Jaune, don't stop when your fist makes contact. You lose a lot of power doing that, punch through my hands not at them."

The blonde mocked, "Okay, since when are you an expert on fighting."

"It's not that he's an expert, what he's saying is basic common sense," a third party weighed in.

The two men turned into the direction of the voice only to gaze upon two large lovely plump breasts, under a tight fitted yellow sports bra. The size of the breast were so captivating, the two men needed a second to break away their stares in an embarrassed fashion, followed by a flurry of apologies.

The woman in question smirked and rolled her eyes, "It's okay, I've gotten use to the stares. They are quite nice aren't they boys?" The woman in question wore solid black tight fitted shorts with a yellow line along the sides, and sports tape wrapped around her hands and feet without any shoes, while exposing her toes. Her hair was an enormous blonde bushy do, complete with violet eyes.

"Anyways," she added, "I can't help but notice you're having a little trouble there, hmmm."

"J-Jaune. Jaune Arc."

The busty girl stuck her hand as she introduced herself as, "Yang Xiao Long."

Name: Yang Xiao Long

Identifier: ?

Age: 25 years old

Rating: ?

Fun fact: ?

With the blondes shaking hands, Yang added, "You know, as owner of this gym, I also double as a boxer, as well as an MMA fighter. I could give you some pointers."

"Uh, I don't know I think I'll just stick with-..." Jaune had paused from the fact Yang had not only refused to loosen her grip, but also tighten it.

With a sinister grin she continued, "Nooooo, I INSIST. Let's do a little boxing." Yang began to pull Jaune towards the center of the gym to the ring. After cupping the boy's crotch, she proceeded to lift him up and throw him in. Disoriented, the blonde boy stood up to witness Yang donning a pair of yellow and black gloves with the assistance of an employee. She then made her into the ring and declared, "Alright dickhead, show me what you got."

"Di- what?" confused by the insult, Yang threw one strike at his face, knocking him to the ground.

"First rule, keep your guard up, see how I got my hands."

"Oh okay," Jaune complied, as he brought his fists up to eye level, mimicking his opponent, Yang delivered a swift strike to his gut, causing him to gasp for air.

"Second rule, be ready for a gut punch."

Struggling to stand up, Jaune continued, "I-" only to be interrupted with a kick to the face causing him to fly to one side of the ring.

"HEY," Ren called out, "There's no kicking in boxing, that's illegal."

Turning her glare at the Asian, she shot back, "Third rule is, there's no such thing as a fair fight and forth rule, outsiders need to shut their mouths before they get hurt."

Back on his feet, Jaune complained, "Okay that does it, this is not how you treat customers."

"OH," She snarled, "You don't like me." As she removed one of her gloves, the busty girl made a B-line to Jaune grabbing him by the throat, "Well maybe I don't like you." As Jaune gasped for air, struggling against the woman's enormous strength, she continued, "And the only reason why I'm not kicking your ass right now, is because it's not my turn yet."

"Ack, wha-what do you mean by that?" Jaune shrieked.

"Don't make me spell it out for you, just make sure you win your next fight, so I can take a crack at you." The woman then threw Jaune out of the ring and into Ren, cushioning his fall. As Yang stepped out, she ordered her employee, "Jaune and his friend are no longer welcomed in this gym. Refund them their money and tell them to beat it."

As the two men stood up, Jaune ranted, "What the hell was that about?"

Ren pondered then hypothesized, "Maybe she didn't actually like us staring at her boobs."