A/N: So this is a chapter about the bar, and only that, so none of the fun inception stuff you've all grown accustomed to. So without further ado. Here's what you've all been wanting.
Jaune stepped out of the limo impeccably dressed. His suit was a deep shade of black, brightening his pale skin and blue eyes. Seven beautiful girls followed after him, each wearing their own unique style and holding themselves in a way that their personality allowed. To any onlooker, Jaune would've been a pimp. But he knew he wasn't graced with that. No, it was simply a special occasion that merited celebration. Ren was turning eighteen, and a spot at one of Junior's rival clubs had been booked.
Jaune sighed as he stepped towards the entrance, saddened by his friend's sudden sickness. Ren had fallen ill almost an hour before the limousine arrived, and urged the rest of the party to go along without him. Jaune opened the grandiose glass door and held it open like a chauffeur for each of his friends, each passing through before him. Oh Monty why does this always happen to me? Jaune asked himself as he let it swing closed behind him. Yes, everyone had decided to go without Ren besides Nora and Ruby. Nora wouldn't leave her beloved friend behind, and Ruby didn't meet the age requirement for participation in nightlife. Jaune looked up and around at the check-in room, and gaped.
"Quite amazing, isn't it?" Pyrrha asked, standing beside her awestruck leader. Jaune could say the same about her, though he wouldn't dare while she was in proximity. The amazoness was absolutely stunning in her formal garb, even more so than her battle gear. She wore a deep crimson bodice tightly hugging her flawless figure, while her skirt went far down to ankle. It split up the side to give her better mobility, as she was always was paranoid of attackers, especially after Yang's lengthy description of the brawl at Junior's. Her hair went down straight, but was split into three locks about halfway down. She caught her fearless staring, and blushed slightly, not very dissapointed.
"Both of them are," Jaune mumbled, before he realised his mistake. He looked up quickly, hoping she hadn't heard that. Pyrrha had in truth heard him, but pretended like she didn't for both of their sakes. As much as she wanted them, relationships between hunters and huntresses were liabilities, as one day you'd be laughing with comrades and the next you'd be twelve feet under ground. In a coffin. No, she wished she wasn't so attached to him, but she couldn't pretend these feelings didn't exist.
Jaune analysed the golden arches and fine mosaics adorning the walls as the line of people shortened, and he approached the podium where a man in a beige suit stood.
"Is there a Mr. Arc here with a reservation?" he called out, and Jaune led the group of girls towards the front.
"That's me!" he called out, raising his hand slightly. The man nodded and pointed into the door.
"Table four-thirteen, drinks and dancing begin at ten," he said gesturing to the door. Jaune nodded and straightened his tie, pushing the wooden door open. He was greeted by a blast of scented air, and as he entered the large dome-like space he realised it smelled of pine and cool lily blooms. It was a nice scent.
"Jaune, the table's over here!" Yang called. She had already sat herself down with the other members of team RWBY, as she'd been here before. It was a large circular table, and the number of seats were perfect for the rather large party. "Five minutes 'til the bar opens," Yang said leaning back in her chair. Jaune's eyes wandered in her direction and lingered there for a moment. She didn't look too different in the clothes she wore now, as her midriff was still quite visible. But instead of wearing short shorts she'd made an effort to be formal and wore a short skirt that went to her lower thigh. Her hair was disheveled as ever though, because her hair was too sacred to touch. Jaune turned his gaze quickly, because unlike Pyrrha Yang would never let Jaune forget his wandering eyes. No, Jaune wasn't ready for that sort of teasing. He didn't need blue balls.
"Cool, anyone here gonna get a drink?" Jaune asked. Yang shrugged, and everyone else seemed to consent to the indecisiveness. "Well they came free with the reservation, so I'm not wasting the money," Jaune sighed. He looked to the metal sheet covering the bar. It obscured the view of anything behind the counter, so the mahogany stools were all he really saw of the bar. Jaune looked up at the large performance stage as a elevator-like cube lowered and dropped a tall man with red shades and a black fedora stepped up to a turn-table.
"Ladies and gents, ready to party?" the DJ asked into his microphone as he placed his headphones around his ears. Whoops and yells went up through the multiple tables and crowds of young people, though Jaune couldn't care less. This trip was meant for Ren, and if he wasn't here it suddenly wasn't as fun. Jaune heard the scraping of steel and turned his head, smiling at the sight. The bar had opened up. Jaune stood up and moved to the large strip of polished marble topped by mahogany that'd been varnished.
"Looks like you're not having a good time," the bartender said apologetically as he polished a shot glass. Jaune nodded and cringed as the loud music began blasting.
"Not really my setting," he admitted, shrugging. The bartender nodded and put a shot glass in front of him. Jaune raised and eyebrow and looked up to the man.
"Can I get you something to drink? Brandy's pretty good when you feel bored or sad," the tender explained. Jaune shrugged. He was going to order a pepsi, but he supposed a brandy wouldn't be bad.
"Sure," Jaune said with a sigh, leaning onto one of his hands as he positioned his elbow on the bar. The man nodded and filled the shot glass up with the golden liquid, sliding it over to the knight. Jaune picked it up and eyed it. He'd never drank before, but it couldn't be that bad. Bottoms up.