Yang Likes Bars

by sdakerrigan

Freezerburn (including some other pairings). Yang and Weiss are happily married, but their relationship had a rocky start. This is the story of how they got together and fell in love, and overcame the roadblocks that were in their way. Ask and ye shall receive; UNDER RECONSTRUCTION

4. Chapter 3: A Night at the Bar

Chapter 3: A Night at the Bar

Weiss jumped the ten feet to the ground, too impatient to let the airship land safely. Without a backwards glance, she marched onwards at dizzying speed, leaving her friends in the dust. Yang and Blake alighted gracefully, and turned to Ruby to sort out their wayward teammate, but the youngest, yet seemingly most mature, girl folded her arms and frowned deeply at Yang.

"You should go after her."

Yang shrunk backwards at the prospect. "Why me?"

"You've spent a whole week in cahoots with her, my dear sister. You're her new best friend and, also the reason she's pissed. So I've decided to use my sacred powers bestowed upon me as the fearless leader of Team RWBY to delegate this wonderful task to you," Ruby said, with a cute, but devious smile. Blake used her dark, serious eyes to show she meant business and had Ruby's back.

Yang kicked the ground in disgust, spreading airborne dirt around their feet. "It's not my fault she's a glass cannon." She dug in her heels and crossed her arms, like a stubborn stick in the mud. "I'm not going, you should go." The socially awkward sister was the best person for the job, she had a certain je ne sais quoi when it came to dealing with a moody, caffeine-deficient Weiss.

"Nope." Ruby shunted Yang in Weiss' direction with a gutsy shove. Yang stumbled in her quest to stay put. "You're going, because this is your mess, and because I said so and that's final."

"But you heard her on the airship, she wants to be left alone. She'll only shut me down again if I try to talk to her." Ruby planted herself into the ground and braced herself against Yang to push as hard as she could. She struggled hard against Yang's inertia, and made frantic communications to Blake purely with jerky eye movements. She hoped that her silent plea for help got through.

"If you don't go, I will call you a pussy for the rest of your life." Deadpan Blake reared her ambiguous head again. The ever so slight quirk of her lips gave her away.

A thousand puns burned the tip of Yang's tongue. But even she could admit that there was a time and a place for jokes, and this was not it.

Ruby pounced on Yang's momentary confusion, and gave her an encouraging slap on the back. "Congratulations, you've got the job!" she cheered sarcastically, and nudged the back of Yang's locked knees and forced her forwards yet again. Yang hung onto balance by her fingertips, tripping and styling it out with a half-run which made her stumble again, continuously for several social media-worthy minutes. She was now a good few yards ahead of a stern-looking Blake and an unsympathetic Ruby who had purposefully not moved an inch to help her.

The airship had finally fully unloaded its cargo and was taking off again, causing an even bigger dust cloud than Weiss had. The tsunami engulfed them in seconds, Yang received the full blast in the face while Ruby and Blake fared much better as they had their backs to it. When the air had cleared, Ruby and Blake were nowhere to be seen.

Yang rubbed her face, trying to dislodge the painful sand and spat out the grit that had flown into her unguarded mouth. "Fucking ninjas. I hate them." Talking was not such a great idea as her throat was bleeding from the finer particles that had found their way in there. The subsequent ribcage-trembling coughing fit was even less fun. An all-over body itch made a strange jig jerk through her limbs. Yang shook out her clothes as best she could, watching dust trickle to the ground through watery, bloodshot eyes. Weiss must have been miles away by now, leaving Yang way behind, a spluttering wretched mess.

Yang plodded across the airship landing in what she hoped was the right direction, her range of vision reduced to just beyond arm's reach. Weiss dropped to the bottom of her priority list in favour of an immediate shower; she looked an absolute state. She dreaded to think of what her options were for purging her clothes of this devilish sand, it would pain her greatly but she could throw them out and get new ones if the worst comes to the worst. She clutched her scarf at the thought, terrified of losing it, and also sending a river of sand down her chest and cleavage. Another major concern was the several pounds of sand trapped in her knotty mass of windswept hair, which was leaking out in streams of grey dust with every slight jostle.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

Yang knew the voice, but there was no way that she could have possibly caught up to Weiss. "Where did you come from?"

"I followed a suspect trail of rose petals," she said airily.

Yang wiped her face again. It was still not clean. "Listen, Ice Queen, I might be half-blind right now, but I can see that there are no rose petals around here, way too breezy. And I thought you weren't talking to me anymore."

Weiss shivered, she had acted like a whiny bitch the entire mission. She felt guilty even as she was doing it, and yet continued her immature behaviour all during the journey back. She could tell from her teammates' reactions that she was insufferable, so they had several heated rows, even involving Blake who would normally roll her eyes and ignore petty spats. Weiss had invented a whole little drama by herself, and it did not take much to drag an irritable Yang into it. Ruby rushed to mediate the dispute, but ended up being accused of taking sides, so Blake was forced to intervene as the only logical one left. Blake told them all to shut the fuck up using the most bone dry sarcasm she could fit in a sentence and unsurprisingly, Weiss didn't take it well. Her face had gone redder than ever, and she spat acid at anyone who dared to so much as look at her. She liked the sound of her own voice, though, and was trying to provoke further reaction so she was justified in overreacting. Yang and the others were running out of patience since she kept talking despite her claims that, while she was stuck on their team for the next three years, she would not be speaking to any of them unless she was expressly ordered to by a superior.

"I saw them trying to push you to talk to me. Thought I would save you the trouble."

"That's not very Ice-Queeny of you. What's really going on?"

Weiss used her sleeve to wipe Yang's face, Yang's face screwed up like a naughty child having her nose cleaned by a saliva-moistened motherly thumb. "We're gonna need to hose you down before you come inside. I won't have you tracking muck all through our dorm."

Yang squinted behind her at the trail of sand she had left in her wake. To be perfectly honest, she had failed to consider how she was going to get in good hygienic order without making a horrendous mess. She shrugged it off causing small clouds of particles to puff from her clothes. "Nice job trying to avoid my question. Why did you come back for me?"

"I wanted to tell you something, and then I saw that you needed help. You do want my help, don't you?" Weiss began to agitate strands of Yang's hair and loosened a vast amount of sand trapped there. Yang now had a thick coat of the stuff down one leg.

"Oh, great," she tutted. "Hate to break it to you, Ice Queen, but your help sucks." She feint-kicked at Weiss to shake some of the crap off her leg.

Weiss jumped back, and got annoyed at herself for falling for it. "I said a good hose down would be effective. You're not afraid of a bit of water, are you, Yang?"

"Put this down on the list of things I never thought I would be doing in my life." Yang stood, cringing, on the most private patch of grass they could find within reach of one of the garden hoses, with her eyes closed, waiting for her first 'shower'. She had taken off and beaten the sand out of her outermost clothing, leaving her exposed down to her undies and bra. She realised while undressing that, when wet, her under layers were not going to hide anything at all, so she had one hand each defending her two main vital areas.

Weiss squeezed the trigger of the hose nozzle, aimed nowhere near Yang, but so that the brawler flinched when she heard the water flow. Weiss sniggered to herself and was privy to quite a pervy view of a shivering, semi-naked Yang. "You ready?"

"Just do it already!"

"Turn around so I can get your back. That way I can get most of it out of your hair first." And a really good look at Yang's butt. Weiss perfectly maintained her resting bitch face and kept hints of her secret agenda out of her speech pattern. The moment the jet hit Yang's back, it looked like she had an extra layer of dark melting skin. Weiss thought it would be done in 30 seconds, but she had to drench poor Yang for over five minutes with the freezing cold water as the sand just kept flowing. But the more of it that ended up on the lawn, the less it could clog their drains. She even lost interest in Yang's butt, and concentrated on her job as hoser-downer.

When she asked Yang to face her, she almost dropped the hose. Yang had given up on hiding herself and she was shaking out her soaked hair, and it made her breasts jiggle wonderfully in a way that was sure to offend some physicists. Heat washed over Weiss as the material of Yang's already translucent underwear had gone completely see-through, and she could see everything. Yang lacked the patience for Weiss' hesitation. "What are you waiting for? Come on, do me. Do me with the hose," she said through chattering teeth.

Weiss gulped and her knees were seconds away from buckling. "A shaking hand raised the nozzle, and when she squeezed she could barely bring herself to look.

Good god, Weiss now soaked and not because of the unpredictable splashes that she had been unable to avoid. It was all down to Yang and her body of a ripped goddess, and the thousands of sparkly water droplets that caught the sun and ran down all her curves in suggestively satisfying ways. With the bulk of the visible sand washed away, Yang was looking damn sexy again, more than enough to make Weiss to lose her cool. Yang had gotten used to the water, but her nipples were stubbornly reacting to the temperature, and it was sending Weiss loopy trying to ignore them. Weiss could feel hers so hard that she was sure they had left scratch marks on the inside of her bra.

Fuck it, she thought, she was going to have her cake and motorboat it too. She let go of the hose and whipped out her scroll. "One sec, this needs to be documented."

"Hey!" Yang hid herself, shy all of a sudden.

"Aw, come on. Don't be a spoil sport." Weiss said, while chuckling, and started clicking away. She had snapped at least a dozen photos before Yang came around, including a somewhat blurry close-up of Yang's fabulous glutes, and allowed herself a smile when she saw that Yang finally joined in the fun. Weiss took some nice pictures, they had good light, and Yang was a competent and compliant model. Every time Weiss checked her camera roll, she wanted to compliment Yang on her beauty, but she could only come up with one word -perfect- while the pictures said far more than ever she could.

"Send those to me, will you?"

"Sure," she shrugged, and pinged the files over to Yang. "Which one do you like most?"

"Hang on," Yang said, and reached for her scroll. "Wow, Weiss, these look pro. How did you get them like that?"

Weiss sighed softly. "I told my dad I needed a graphic editing suite for school, and he bought me a new scroll with this on it. It's good, right? Watch, I can make an ordinary picture outstanding." Weiss completely lied to Yang in that the picture she was going to use as an example was an extraordinary picture to start with. The lighting, exposure, and focus were on point to a semi-professional level and Yang had perfected an oblique twist to get a well-lit view of her fine ass and stunning tits in the same shot. Her hard and tough illusion was softened by her dampness and it seemed like her hair had been tamed. The ultra-feminine side glance through thick eyelashes and slightly open, submissive mouth made the picture so attractive already that Weiss was having second thoughts about the re-touch. Still, Yang expected to see something eye-popping.

First, Weiss cleaned up the image, erased the pile of dirty clothes that were to Yang's left, and smudged away the spot of soot that she missed with the hose, she expertly used her virtual tools to alter the lighting and injected colour to give Yang a golden tan, exaggerated her lips with a red filter, and brightened her damp hair to show more blonde. Using precise control of the stylus, she was able to paint makeup onto Yang's already gorgeous face. Happy with the final product, she placed her scroll side-by-side with Yang's displaying the untouched version. The contrast was staggering, one could infiltrate a glossy magazine editor's desk and the other was laughably amateur in comparison. Yang leaned closer to the two devices to feast her eyes on her artificially enhanced self.

How vain must it be to take your own breath away, Yang wondered briefly, but Yang held that breath and bit her lip, while she stared at herself in deep longing. She was extremely proud of the physique that she had carved through years of hard training and strictly-controlled eating, displaying it was, in a way, the whole point. Honestly, it was pornographic, or at least it could be a thumbnail for a link to a video that leads to further things. Or one could argue that it was pure art, showcasing and celebrating the glorious combination of fortunate genetics and extreme conditioning that a disciplined human body can achieve. Weiss attempted to move away and take her scroll with her but Yang grabbed her device so she could keep staring at it.

"Ok, here, you hold it," she said, giving Yang a judgmental look. "I'll get you a towel while you admire yourself." Weiss pointedly cleared her throat when she received no acknowledgement that Yang had heard her, and got fed up of waiting for a response rather quickly. "Tch, you're welcome." she declared sarcastically, and marched off at her speedy rage-walk pace.

Yang spent her time waiting wrapped up in the act of gazing at her picture until it began to look hideous. After a certain length of time, she began to notice her flaws which even Weiss' clever, quick editing could not conceal. She still sent herself the image file, in the grand scheme of things, it was a great picture and could probably be uploaded to her feed with a bit more touch up work. #WinTheDay pretty accurately described how she felt when she thought about her aesthetic figure and consistent hard work she put in to maintain it. She reckoned that with some gratuitous hashtagging, the post would easily get over a hundred hearts, a feat that she was somewhat worried that she would not be able to reproduce since #YangvsNora. Especially since the original occurrence was under special circumstances in that over 500 people witnessed the event she memorialised with her selfie.

A little over a hundred was a fairly modest amount, considering that the post was viewable to the entire Beacon network even if she was not a second- or third-degree connection. A few hours after the fight, someone had posted a link to the HD replay that was freely available through the Beacon Command app. Yang kicked herself a bit, for not thinking of it first, as it amassed thirty thousand views in under an hour. She was sure that most people had heard about it by now, as people she had never met or seen before were complimenting her improvements since the Vytal Festival, some came with tips on tightening up her footwork or offside defence. Forget Ruby, word-of-mouth was by far the fastest thing at Beacon Academy.

Weiss was a little surprised to see Yang not still affixed to the scroll screen, but instead sat on a dry-ish patch of grass with her body mostly hidden behind folded legs. She stood up and stretched a bit before Weiss wrapped the fluffy towel around her, clearly a tad nervous as she dropped one corner and fumbled for an embarrassingly long time before getting a grip. Yang drew the dryer warmed towel tighter around herself and noted with astonishment that this was one of the Ice Queen's monogrammed expensive, fancy towels that was part of a seven-piece set that came with its own presentation box. She had only seen it once before, when Team RWBY moved back into their dorm at the start of term and Weiss unpacked it. Yang questioned the motive of such a grand gesture. But when Weiss asked her, "All good?" She shrugged casually and answered in the affirmative.

Weiss collected Yang's clothes, bagged them up in a bin bag and handed it to Yang. She followed Weiss through the campus, dodging as many people as they could, keeping a safe distance from Weiss who was changing course depending on the number of people going past. On the way, Yang had to dig through her bag of clothes to check that her scarf was in there, but that turned out to be a mistake as her whole hand and forearm were covered in that fucking sand again. She cursed under her breath and wiped her arm, realising too late that it was not her own towel. She was busy listing off all the swears she knew in a whisper tone and trying to hide the mess on Weiss' towel while simultaneously not getting it any dirtier. It was bad going from the start, to have any hope, she would have to strip the towel. She could only pray that Weiss didn't notice but who was she kidding, at least this way Yang had time to prepare for the argument since Weiss was the type of person who would notice and definitely say something. On the bright side, it was like their previous conflict was completely forgotten.

"Hey, Weiss, I thought you had something important to tell me." Yang had nearly completely forgotten that as well.

"Yes, actually I've been waiting for the opportune moment to say something."

"What's wrong with right now?"

"It's big news."

"Wow, that doesn't sound ominous or anything!" Yang quipped. "You have to tell me, now you've got me worried."

"It's nothing scary, at least not for you. It's big, but it's good news. Bumped into Yatsuhashi when I walked ahead, he said the gym is back open-"

"The gym? Fuck yeah, it's about time. I'm going kinda crazy without it."

"Yeah, we can all tell," Weiss said disapprovingly, "You always look like you want to break something."

Yang thought back to her recent behaviour and she could definitely tell where they got that impression. At first, she thought she could reduce her calories to compensate for the lack of physical activity, but she became doubly irritable from the hunger and the lack of workouts. She ended up eating her normal active diet but with extra snacks on top to keep her mood elevated. This also caused a couple of extra pounds of fat to accumulate mostly on her legs, hips and butt, but nobody noticed, or perhaps everybody had the sense not to say anything. Except Yang was very aware of it, and cursed those additional lines on the bathroom scales and the bigger fold of skin she could pinch near her belly button. "You sure the gym is back?"

"That's what I heard and that I had to see it to believe it."

"See it to believe it? What is that, some kind of motivational bullshit? Just keep your head down and get to work, that's my motto."

"I think he was saying that we should go check it out. Seems much more simple."

Yang smirked. "This is how I know we're back on good terms, there's this strange sound, I never realised what it was before but now I hear that it's your smartass mouth."

"Better than being a dumbass."

"Rich git."

"Ignorant swine!"

"Basic bitch."

Weiss exclaimed melodramatically at the insult, and slapped Yang on her bare arm. There was no give in Yang's hard, muscular arm and Weiss stopped in her tracks, making it easy for Yang to thwap her back much harder. Weiss had little time to think of a way to retaliate as Yang might have been trying to mock her by speeding off at an unfriendly pace so she trod her toe into the trailing end of her personalised towel. Yang continued on, the towel did not. It took her a moment to realise, but when she did, no fucks were given and Yang sashayed on her way, giving Weiss a lovely, lingering eyeful of her swaying behind and two middle fingers thrown up behind her.

Empowered by her newfound towel-free cheekiness and being full of banter-based cockiness, Yang held herself tall and proud as she strode towards her ultimate goal; a long, hot, deep cleansing, indoor shower. She was giddy, wearing zero clothes walking freely around a public space in broad daylight, and not just Weiss, but everyone who crossed her path was treated to a glimpse of her everythang. Apparently, people liked what they saw because Yang had acquired a little group of fans who were shadowing her like a paddle of ducklings, led by Queen Duckling, Weiss Schnee. Despite the fact that it, technically, wasn't illegal because she was wearing underwear, if someone were to research that technicality, they would learn from at least 30 voluntary eyewitness accounts that Yang's under garments were less than worthless at their designated job due to their translucency.

Queen Duckling noticed that all her little subordinate ducklings were taking out their scrolls and attempting to capture this precious moment for themselves. Under immense time pressure, Weiss created a whole new email account and signed up for a username on Scrollmates, one that she was fairly lucky to acquire, ΩBeaconBabes, and linked it with her own account. She roughly assembled a profile in seconds, using the images that she had to hand. As for the centrepiece, the very first post she made, it was the picture that hypnotised Yang. Her thumbs were typing so hard and fast that the movements were invisible to the human eye.

She started with the obvious links, ΩWeissSchnee, and ΩBangaYangXL. Her goal was to get the most people to see the image, so her next port of call were her friends who had the most mates, namely ΩTheUndisputed, ΩHausofCoCo, and ΩFantasticBang. Followed by everyone else she knew in vague order of importance: ΩLilRedSnipingHood, ΩTheTokenBlackOne, Ωthatblondguy326, ΩNotRen, ΩNotNora, ΩSixPackSecrets, ΩDrinkUpMeHeartiesYolo, ΩBunnyGurl_x, ΩYatsuhashi, ΩTheThingsISay, ΩCardinWinchester, and ΩWinterSchnee to officially send the photo global, and then she went through her whole contact list and added the remaining names. She had second thoughts about including ΩQuistisMcGonagall69, but then she figured that the good professor's network of acquaintances would be vastly different to her own and all her friends' similar ones, so it would open up new avenues for the picture to spread. 'SHARE & TAG UR MATES' she ordered, and uploaded it.

In a matter of seconds, notification tones could be heard from the crowd behind her and she knew that this plan would work. Weiss ran ahead of Yang to film more footage, already deciding that she would upload their first video as soon as she'd had a chance to sit down and perfect it. She wasn't interested in a huge production value, she could manage it on her scroll, a few tongue-in-cheek effects here and there, just enough to capture a hint of humour. Soon, the account was overflowing with notification pop-ups, people were tagging ΩBeaconBabes in photos of their own. Her interconnected web of social links was buzzing with life, roused by the sight of Yang artfully showing a lot of skin. Weiss was glad that people were finally agreeing with her opinion on Yang's physical assets but felt cut up that to do that, she had to intentionally deprive Yang of any and all privacy. Weiss got over it pretty quickly, and she was sure Yang would too.

Move over, Pyrrha Nikos, there's a new celebrity taking over Beacon and she has followers. Fitting, really, that the famous fighter figuratively unleashed the avalanche with her one-word comment: 'WOW' plus a flame emoji and tagging her tourney friends. The amount of hearts instantly jumped to three digits and kept climbing. Weiss' little pet project was snowballing uncontrollably in a good way and she couldn't accept the friend requests quick enough.

Yang had reached the large doors of their dorm building and she stopped short of the threshold and turned to her adoring fans. Weiss rushed to her side and took the plastic bag out of her hands and Yang raised her arms in a V. Her abs were pulled in tight, drawing attention to the detail she had chiselled there, she was tensed in all the right places, and #ShreddedAsFuck. The new account was blowing up with hundreds of photos of this pose, and Yang was trending hard. ΩBeaconBabes was lit.

Yang and Weiss entered the library for their usual lunchtime study session, still high from their small suck on the salty dick of internet fame. Disappointingly, Yang was fully dressed now. She and Weiss had been bested by the strange language of laundry symbols, so Yang reluctantly agreed to have her clothes sent to the off-site dry cleaners and she made sure to mention her scarf about three times and wrote a special note to go with her bundle that explained how to wash and treat her scarf and that it was especially to be looked after. She would have to wait two working days for their return. Weiss rolled her eyes and huffed that it was taking too long. They chose a table with their backs to a wall and with a good view of the rest of the library.

Being prohibited from making a lot of noise, Yang and Weiss adopted stone faces to fend off all the stares they were receiving; one person's phone went off while they were looking and the person immediately stared at them intently along with everyone else. Yang broke the seal and lost her serious face, turning bright red and succumbed to embarrassing giggles of increasing loudness. The laughter instantly affected Weiss, but she was corpsing for at least a minute before she let out a prolonged snort and then burst out laughing at the noise she made. That made it ok for people in the vicinity to come by and join them.

"This is you, right?" said a student Yang had never met before, holding up his scroll with the full-screen version of Yang's picture. They had not had the chance to get out their books yet. She glanced quickly to Weiss who then confirmed her identity. He sat down next to her, eyes fixed on her face. "Are you a model?"

Yang was ready to start laughing, modelling was a ridiculous profession, made up of stupidly young, airheaded bimbos simultaneously playing up to and ignoring the camera wearing exorbitantly-priced, cheaply-made clothes, impractical shoes and inch-thick make up. The end result of the pictures did not even resemble their imperfect subjects, so much editing and post-production obscured the human form into some fabricated paragon of flawless beauty, manufactured and polished to death for public mass consumption. "No," Yang snorted, "as if I would be caught dead doing something as lame as that."

Somebody else sat down to the right of their new friend. "Oh my god, are you the Beacon Babe?"

It was unavoidable now, Yang let it get to her, she tittered behind her hand even though they were supposed to be quiet. The name did sound like a bad joke out loud, but it sure looked good next to a profile picture. Weiss was using her magic fingers to edit some more pics, make them ready and appropriate for the feed, hungry for more likes. Once she hit the first thousand hearts, she knew she was in too deep.

"You've gotta be a model, I would kill to look like that."

"I heard you were getting signed to some big fancy agency from downtown."

Yang seemed unsure of how to react to her overwhelming new admirers, she had always joked about having adoring fans, but to actually have people think of you as a consumable and your time and attention as a precious commodity was a very surreal experience indeed. All she could manage was repeatedly thanking her complimenters.

Weiss stepped in, taking a brief pause from cutting out the unusable and boring footage she had taken. "Yeah, but it's no big deal. I just saw something beautiful and wanted to share it so other people could enjoy it too."

"What's your secret? You look fantastic."

"Yeah, that picture is literally amazing!"

Whispers spread around the aisles of the library. It was her, the Beacon Babe, the fighter chick who was semi-infamous from her disqualification in the Vytal Festival, but now no one remembered the scandalous front page article she was featured in by the school paper, the Beacon Bugle, looking drab and defeated. All anyone could see, was the picture of Yang in her underwear, and it was being passed around like a gentleman's special interest magazine at a frat house full of freshmen. Their table quickly ran out of seats, so people pulled up chairs from all over the library, or stood craning their necks to get a good look at the latest spectacle.

They ended up retelling the story of how Yang ended up semi-nude and soaking wet about three times in full, and each time, the raucous laughter at the high points got wilder and more chaotic, until it sounded like there was a party in the library. A queue had formed to take pictures with Yang, who happily obliged, and Weiss sat nearby, collecting usernames and PIN codes to add to their account. To speed up the process, Weiss called for everyone to scan a barcode that her scroll had produced, and she also sent it in a mass email to her entire contact list. Weiss could not remember a time when she had seen the library so busy before, it was not long before news travelled far and wide that the naked girl was in there, and more people kept piling in to gawk at her.

"This library requires silence! I will not stand for this lack of decorum!" Professor Goodwitch cried. The reaction was swift, the room was subdued. People were afraid to cough. "Miss Xiao Long, Miss Schnee, if you'd like to follow me please."

Yang and Weiss wiped the tears of mirth out of their eyes. They were just at the crescendo of their little human interest story for the fourth time for their captive audience. Any other professor, and the pair would have received jeers and derision, but everyone was terrified of the combat instructor, so there was complete silence as the two mischievous teenagers tamely followed their teacher out into the hallway.

"Are you, and remember that honesty will help you here, are you responsible for this?" She held up her tablet scroll coldly in front of their faces. There's no prizes for guessing what she was showing them. Yang and Weiss barely avoided exchanging a knowing look, and they shut their mouths tighter than the Achieve Men's skinny jeans. "No answer? You do realise the dangers of online predators and the trouble that this could attract, this could cause a very serious breach of security. Can you even imagine what you may have inspired other students to do now? This is hardly appropriate at any age, but you could cause some serious psychological damage to yourselves by putting such private information in public domain."

The professor snapped her scroll shut, and exuded tremendous authority when she scowled down the bridge of her nose at the two teenagers.

"Why did you do this? Miss Schnee, I'd like an answer, now please, and I want the truth."

Yang and Weiss had grown remarkably devious smiles while the professor was talking, it was impossible not to be proud of what they had done. By the time Weiss sat down in the library, she had accepted their joint account's 800th mate request. She had given Yang access as well and the playful punster had hashtagged indiscriminately, exposing their profile to as much of the public as possible, coming up with this gem #WarningSexyWhenWet. Yang and Weiss looked at each other with tiny yet detectable amounts of guilt, but mysteriously forgot all the words they knew as they turned back to Goodwitch, they only had those fiendish smiles. Weiss shrugged almost in slow motion, a sarcastic exaggeration, almost as if she was waiting for the halo to light up.

Professor Goodwitch was not amused. Her eyebrows were pulled into a tight frown, and behind her spectacles, her emerald eyes sparkled with danger.

"I have been forced to show this to the headmaster, and I fear this will have to be shown at a disciplinary hearing, if there were to be one."

Weiss turned to Yang, who seemed unperturbed, trying to spread the fire of excitement to her companion. Of course, Yang didn't think five minutes into the future, let alone the length of time that a mock trial in a kangaroo court could take. Hundreds of thousands would see the image if she was to be publicly punished for it. Not only that, it would do wonders for notoriety, guaranteeing worldwide coverage.

"While this is not explicitly prohibited in Beacon's rulebook, my disapproval has never been more severe. I am warning you now to watch your behaviour. Anymore disturbances originating from the two of you, and I'm afraid there will be dire consequences."

Professor Goodwitch seemed to be under the impression that they did not want people to see the photo. Boy, how wrong could a person be? They wanted the exact opposite. Yang was already close to Pyrrha's longstanding record of 7,000 hearts and ΩBeaconBabeshad over 1,000 mates as of ten minutes ago. Goodwitch warned them yet again about the dangers of putting their personal details online before dismissing them. They let her footsteps echo down the corridor, before doing a perfect congratulatory high-five without even a second's glance at each other.

By the evening and after a big dinner, Yang was keen to test whether her scroll would now work on the gym's new door. She could barely wait for the sensor to scan her scroll, and swung the door wide open. It looked so much more spacious compared to before, everything was so brand new and shiny, it glistened under the new lighting system, rewired to current electrical safety standards so no ominous flickering would occur when Yang lowered her deadlift max. They had every machine imaginable, some Yang had only heard about but not used before, so she knew exactly which ones she wanted to try first. A pattern emerged like a fanfare of colours, areas of the gym coded for the body part exercised by the machine. Yang didn't think it could get better, but, unbe-fucking-lievably, it did.

"Oh my god, it's so pretty." Yang could see herself in the clean, rust-free chrome surface of the new power rack, not only that, it came equipped with a top-of-the-range Olympia-standard 20kg bar and matching set of metal weights, in increments as small as 0.5kg at the lower end while the largest plates were 50kg each. Beacon's gym had finally been upgraded out of the Dark Ages and now used the metric system. The new dumbbell rack was 30 feet long, and currently, all the state-of-the-art, thick, rotating-handled dumbbells were in perfect ascending order. Yang felt the urge to run down the row of weights and pick up every one in turn, just to make sure that she could. She touched each one instead on her tour of the new gym.

At the end of the rack, there seemed to be a large empty space, but Yang gazed upwards and saw that the area was designed for suspension training. They had gymnastic rings, a set of monkey bars, parallel and horizontal bars galore, and lots of other fun devices for training with bodyweight. Moving on, she found two platforms reinforced against super heavy weight, so she could practise power cleans and snatches and not worry about damaging the building's foundations. Neatly stored behind them were more gorgeous, shiny barbells and colourful sets of weights, rubber-coated to withstand the impact of being dropped from overhead.

There was a brand new rack just for kettlebells, where previously they were left lying around on the floor of the gym, like a health and safety nightmare, and they had managed to locate the missing ones so that there was a full set of ten pairs. "Oh my god, no way, I don't believe it!" Yang shouted, as she sprinted towards an odd piece of equipment. She jumped inside the strange hexagonal contraption. There were neutral-grip handles either side of her legs and it was loaded with a few thick plates. She did a couple test reps, and then giggled after putting it down. The fact that she lifted 120kg, cold, did not go unnoticed by Weiss who looked up at Yang in awe.

"Wow, I've always wanted one of these. This is gonna make leg day very interesting." Yang didn't notice Weiss' face as she was already onto the next thing.

At first it seemed like a path in between the rows and rows of machines, but the floor was coloured differently to the rest, and it seemed like it had a special coating. Yang spied the sleds and prowlers from the other end and ran along the track to get a closer look. Another section of the gym sprawled around the corner, the entrance was cluttered with other equipment such as farmers' walk frames and huge tractor tyres so Yang nearly missed it, but it led to a large square area dominated by a raised boxing ring. There were at least four undamaged heavy bags and various other tools for hand-to-hand training. She ran to each bag and did a 1-2-3 combo on them to feel how they sprung back against her fists. Yang had never used a punching bag so new, she may have been the first person to use them out of the box, and she delighted in how sturdy they felt. Yang skipped back to the main part of the gym and flipped one of the heavy tyres as she passed, she simply couldn't help herself.

Yang was brought back to reality when she turned around to see Weiss with an impatient look on her face. "Are you done gushing, or what?"

"Oh yeah, sorry, it's just- it's like a new playground." Yang spun on her toes, with her arms out, smiling widely. Weiss rolled her eyes perfunctorily, but she was really thinking about how cute Yang was when she was excited about something. What she wouldn't give to have Yang look at her the way she looked at all the fabulous new stuff, but nevertheless, it was very endearing to watch.

Weiss nodded towards the suspension training area. "Wanna have a go on the climbing frame? Unfortunately, there's no death slide on this one." Weiss liked the look of the gymnastic rings, maybe she could still perform some of the tricks and holds she had learned as a kid.

"Sure, we can do an upper body blitz." Yang jumped to catch the horizontal bar on the rubber grips, and tightened her curled fists around the suspended bar, hanging dead stationary, perpendicular to the floor. Starting the movement from her shoulder blades, she touched her clavicle to the bar, one, two, all the way up to 12 times. Weiss was mesmerised by the coordinated contraction of Yang's back and arms.

"I don't think I can do that," Weiss said, spying the bar above her that might as well be in orbit compared to her height.

Yang knew it would be tough for Weiss, on her own first try Yang had managed six and a half pull ups, but she was seven years old at the time, and weighed considerably less than a fully grown human, even one of Weiss' size. "Give it a try, I'll help you."

Weiss reached as high as she could, even adding a little hop to try and get closer to the bar. Her fingers touched only air, and she landed with a thud, falling at the first hurdle. Yang hid her impatience as she dragged a box underneath the bar and waited for Weiss to climb up. Weiss was barely able to hang for a few seconds before dropping. To be fair to her, she did try to pull herself upwards, but all that happened was that she felt a painfully strong squeeze in her shoulder tendons.

"I'm no good, I can't do it." Weiss turned forlornly to the gymnast's rings, if she couldn't pull herself up, she had lost the strength needed to swing on the rings.

"You're just starting out, it's ok not to be perfect. Try again?"

Weiss was reluctant to even try, in case she failed again. "Isn't there a way to make it easier?"

"I know it's tempting, but you don't want to make it easier. You should be wanting to make it harder but you actually need to learn how to do it first." Weiss made a second attempt, this time cheating by swinging her legs, though she managed to lift herself three quarters of an inch. Baby steps. "Ok, let me think." Yang said, wisely stroking her imaginary goatee. "I've got it, ok, jump."

Weiss was a bit confused, she wanted to follow orders but she was stumped by Yang's unclear message. She stepped off the box to the ground and awaited further instruction. It took a while for Yang to realise how vague she had been. "Sorry, I meant jump up, not down." Yang stood on the box and gave Weiss a quick demonstration of a negative pull up. "Jump up, and hold yourself steady and rigid for as long as you can, while lowering yourself as slowly as you can."

"So, I'm only actually doing half of it."

"Yeah, the eccentric, or negative half. Once you can do like 10-second holds, then you should be ready to do a real pull up."

Weiss stared worriedly at her hands. She did not trust them, that they could even hold her weight for 10 seconds, especially under the stress of trying to move as well. What about her stringy, skinny arms? How could they possess the strength to pull her whole body weight when they had such a small circumference? Yang was not ignorant of her anxiety. "Only last week you lifted your body weight off the ground. You got this."

Weiss pushed off with her toes, her head was over the bar for a second and she caught it slightly too late, but she tensed her arms and held it while she jerkily lowered herself. It was a much quicker descent than 10 seconds, but Weiss felt the burn under her shoulder blades and in her mid-back, more than her arms and her delts. As Weiss practised, she mastered the pattern of grabbing the bar at the peak of her jump to benefit from the full range of motion and minimising the swing so she could lower herself straight as a poker. She did it ten times at least before it was Yang's turn again. She had strapped on a dip belt, and hung a 10kg plate off the chain. Weiss could see that the last few reps made Yang dig deep for the pulling power to get her chin level with the bar.

They had a few more turns at the pull up bar, each girl using their training experience appropriate intensities. Yang took them over to the most recognisable piece of free weight equipment in a gym, a bench press. They had to wait a few minutes for Cardin and Sky to finish their last set, the boys were pressing about 110kg which is quite a decent weight for young lifters. So Yang did some press ups on the floor nearby until the bench was free. Cardin and Sky walked off without unloading the bar when they were done, leaving Yang and Weiss to do it themselves. In the time that Yang had got her side empty, Weiss had barely moved her first 20kg plate even though she struggled her hardest.

"Assholes," Yang said, as she swooped around to help. "Anyway, I'm guessing you've seen this exercise before."

"Yeah, I've heard of it."

"Ok, show me how it's done." Yang stepped to watch over Weiss lifting the empty bar. She unracked it ok, but Yang had little warning that her right arm would shake and give way, while the left, her sword arm, lifted its side with no problem. Yang grasped it from above and helped Weiss put it back. "You gotta really concentrate on keeping it level. Your strength has an imbalance, but don't worry, it's fairly common. You did the pull ups, you can do this. Let's go." Yang's hands hovered close by, ready to assist if anything went wrong.

"This isn't so bad. Once you get the hang of it." Weiss said, after a couple more steady reps. Yang would make her perform more reps if that was the case, but she saw Weiss reach failure at ten reps. She loaded up with a couple of large plates and lay on the bench. She repped them strong, depressing her shoulders blades hard into the bench, and keeping her elbows in line with her wrists.

"How much can you do, like what's the most you've ever done? Is it more than them?"

"I have done, yeah."

"Can you show me?"

"If I do it, will you help me?" Panic crossed Weiss' face. "It only needs the lightest touch."

Yang let Weiss prepare herself while she went to the new, grime-free water fountain, and filled hers and Weiss' water bottles while she had a little rest from benching. She helped to spot Weiss on her go, and then loaded up the bar with Yang's 90% one rep max. She could only outlift them by a couple kilos at most, but it was more than them and that's what mattered. Yang kept a mental scoreboard of the main gymrats' numbers. Yatsuhashi, the most experienced lifter and obviously the biggest dude attending Beacon, held a strong lead in all of the Big Three key lifts.

Yang felt strong for the first two reps, but her elbows really hated that third rep she pushed out with slightly sloppy form. Weiss helped her strip the bar this time, a 20kg plate was the same as a 20kg bar, so she knew she could lift it now. Weiss lay back and knocked out her reps, almost like it was getting too easy for her. Yang wearily loaded her two rep max. She took a step back and rubbed her elbow, before she cautiously decided to wrap them and her wrists. Those next reps made what she was about to do seem a bit easier.

Weiss had her turn again, but Yang put an additional 5kg on the bar and Weiss had regressed to one arm being dangerously deficient in strength that the bar was very wobbly and unbalanced. Yang gave her a hand until she was satisfied that Weiss could do no more. Now, this was it, the big moment. In total, Yang would lift 115kg. She pulled her shoulder blades back and held that position tight, and made the rest of her body entirely rigid from head to toe. Prior to the lift, Yang had informed Weiss that she would need to have her hands an inch away from the bar so she could apply a small force to assist Yang if need be.

Yang unracked. Her pecs and lats were crushing her lungs between them, but the thought of putting it down never crossed her mind. The eccentric was not so bad, a little mistaken angle meant the bar was heading towards her neck but she corrected it, and the bar touched her lower chest. Yang planted her feet solid, re-energised the tension throughout her whole body and pressed the bar away. Weiss' dainty fingers were there for protection at all times, but they were unnecessary, Yang found she could easily have done one more. She was amazed at herself, it was not a number PR, but the last time she dared to do that without a spot, the bar nearly fell on her mouth and broke her teeth. She had struggled and heaved to get it up, looking quite wonky, much like Weiss on her first try. Weiss was suitably impressed by Yang, she had just watched Yang lift the equivalent of double Weiss' bodyweight plus a bit more, but Yang brushed it off.

While they walked over to an unused power rack, Yang had the eureka moment of why she found it so easy. She had been eating more food the recent past few days, treating her muscles to surplus calories. It was a fair tradeoff, slight weight gain for a strength boost, giving her more energy in the gym. But from the moment she walked in the door, Yang had already resolved to stick to her regular diet again, maybe with an extra side salad for a couple of weeks so she didn't get too hungry. Yang felt light and floaty despite the fatigue of her massive power output weighing heavy on her chest. However she had a new exercise to start and teach to Weiss.

"Ok, so, soft knees." Yang pointed to them, and how her legs were ever so slightly flexed. "Back straight for the duration of the lift, shoulders back, and then bend down." Yang reached for the bar. Weiss' eyes almost popped out of their sockets when Yang bent down in those colourful sports tights that clung to her appealing shape, hiding everything and nothing at the same time. "Grab it with your hands in a regular grip and imagine your elbows are being pulled by chains to the ceiling so it looks like this." Yang rowed the bar smoothly, emphasising the squeeze in her back. Weiss did everything in her power to watch Yang's arms, and not her ass.

"So, kinda like a deadlift, but on there?" Weiss pointed to the rack. "And lift with your arms?"

Even though the mirror gave her an excellent view, Yang's head turned almost 180 degrees to stare at Weiss in shock. She actually remembered something from last time. It had been less than a day before Weiss forgot everything Yang told her about nutrition and returned to her original eating habits. Although to be fair to Weiss, diet is the hardest to get right, by far. Naturally she assumed it would be training, but that was actually the easiest part on account of it being so damn fun. "Yeah, but it's called a bent over row. Now give me 10 good ones."

Yang's expert hands carefully adjusted Weiss' stance and position so the angles of her body were optimal. Weiss felt the fibres of her hamstrings elongate and stretch to their full extension. If she had a butt, it would be poking up into the air for all to see, as if she was about to be taken from behind, doggy-style. Yang seeing her in this position was not something she had bargained for so soon, and not at all like this. Weiss gave herself a hard look in the mirror, and told herself to suck it up, bitch. Yang does this all the time, so she brought the barbell to her abdomen and lowered it under control. After five or so reps, it became very difficult to maintain the position so Yang gave her a bit of encouragement by gently spreading her hand on the area of Weiss' back between and just below her shoulder blades. Weiss put the bar down slowly and carefully when she was done. Yang picked it up with ease and knocked out ten easy reps, as a mini warm up. She slapped on some weights and repped that, although at this weight, her forearms were begging her to let go of the bar by the end.

After the set when Yang stood up, her lats were engorged with hot pumping blood making them hugely obvious even from the front. She thrust her chest forwards and used her hands to exaggerate her tiny waist. Her shiny skin, slick with sweat, was bouncing soft light off her arms and shoulders, somehow making it possible for her already larger-than-average frame to seem even more imposing. She was waiting for Weiss to notice her dramatic flex, but she was ignored in favour of her own reflection.

Weiss touched her hair, adjusted her clothes, posed, touched her hair again, and sucked in her stomach. She took a burst of selfies. She then repeated the pattern for three different angles, and then the same angles in different poses. She stood beneath one of the modern light fittings, where the shadows under her muscles would show the deepest contrasts.

"My god, you're so vain," Yang said when she saw the chosen photo to go public.

Weiss' eyebrows crinkled together in an accusatory frown. "Coming from you?"

"Well, if you want my honest opinion, it's pretty clear you think you have a pretty face. I think so too." Yang was surprised that she was able to pinch Weiss' cheek till it went pink. Perhaps Weiss was a bit stunned by being called pretty.

As well as the cheek that was rosy due to Yang, Weiss' face lit up red like a stop sign. "Shut up. You don't really mean that." Back in control again, Weiss regained some composure and attempted to act like someone not in love with Yang.

Unfazed by the almost visible steam coming out of Weiss' ears, Yang was all smiles. "Did I stutter? No, really, I think ΩBeaconBabes should feature you as a special guest."

Weiss dreaded the thought of her pictures being compared side-by-side with Yang's. "Well, I don't, and you don't have to feel the need to say stuff like that because you are super attractive, and obviously I'm not. I don't need a pity party, especially from the likes of you." Weiss shook her head in a practised way that made her hair fall to cover the eye with the scar.

"Gee, I'm sorry." Yang had hit a nerve, but she wasn't sure she would be able to apologise further without aggravating a Weiss even more. "Can I tell you a secret? As a friend." Weiss regarded her suspiciously before leaning in so Yang could whisper in her ear, "you suck at taking compliments."

Weiss huffed. "That's rude."

Yang pouted and melodramatically crossed her arms to mock her. "Hints for next time, say thank you very much, smile," Yang's thumbs forced Weiss' lips to stretch into a freaky grin, "And say I'm the best friend you've ever had."

Weiss jerked her face out of Yang's grip. "Why don't we just get back to work?"

"Oooooh, and the Ice Queen returns." Yang wiggled her fingers mystically, "That's a good title for a movie."

Weiss threw her sweat towel in Yang's face and stepped in front of her to start her set. Weiss pumped out ten of the most perfect reps Yang had ever seen, and upended her snooty nose when she saw how impressed Yang was with her performance. Then Yang increased the weight, and Yang got to watch her struggle. Needs must, she supposed.

After several more difficult and uncomfortable sets, they moved onto the cable row station. Only an idiot couldn't figure out how to use the pulley, so Weiss sat on the half bench and braced with her legs. The handles were still warm from the last person who used them, and Weiss made a mental note to wash her hands thoroughly after this. Yang directed Weiss non-verbally through the movement by providing a barrier where Weiss' elbows should not stray and let Weiss row with her back. Yang sat down next and tripled the weight that Weiss was using and rowed over half the stack aggressively. She wanted to show Weiss how work was really done. Weiss could already feel how stiff and achy she would be tomorrow, but she had to match Yang's ferocious attack on the weights, and she secretly found amusing the irritated look on Yang's face as Weiss showed no strain.

Yang perked up as she revealed that she had saved the best for last. She had only ever encountered upright chest press machines before, and it always felt like her delts were taking some of the load away from her pecs, which is what the movement is for. She added plates, 10kg at a time, to gauge her working weight. The arms of the machine were so smooth and satisfying, Yang was quite disappointed when her set was over. Weiss sat in the reclined chair, and found her feet swinging a couple of inches from the ground. Yang reached over her body to the lever under the bench that adjusted the height so Weiss could sit comfortably. Weiss pretended she couldn't feel Yang's breasts brush over her while she did so, and tried to focus on the exercise.

This was the first time that Weiss had used a weight machine before, she had once read in a women's magazine that free weights help to burn more fat so that's what she had been doing, but even then Yang showed her she had been doing it wrong this whole time. At least now, big weights didn't scare her. Yang had shown her that iron was her friend. Until tomorrow when she would curse the inevitable DOMS.

Yang was totally pumped after using the lying chest press. It was so much fun, even though her pecs were screaming for her to stop. She was pleased with how little her anterior delts got involved, the pain shot deep into the correct muscles. Her elbows and wrists certainly did not creak and groan the way they did on the free weight bench press, so that was big plus and the pump from her excessive number of reps was insane. Weiss looked around the gym, at the stations they had used, and smiled to herself at the hard, physical work that she did. She felt proud like after finishing an essay or writing a presentation, but pieces of paper were so flimsy and expendable, physical exertion was much more permanent, rewarded with growth and improvement for their efforts.

This time, they walked together back to their dorm, chatting about the new gym, and pointing out the differences from the old one. Back at their dorm, Yang whipped up some whey shakes for her and Weiss. "Here, try some of this."

"What is it?"

"Protein. It's good for you." It looked like a slightly lumpy, yet watered down milkshake. It smelled… interesting.

On good faith, Weiss took a big gulp. "Oh god, how do you drink this? It's disgusting." She wiped the remnants from her lips, noting that it had almost immediately dried sticky. It glued the skin of her fingers together until she wrenched them free.

"For the gains." Yang shrugged. "We all do things we hate to get gains. I don't mind it anymore, tastes ok to me."

"It's like a store-bought pina colada mixed with yoghurt that's gone bad."

"Yeah, the jug says peaches and cream and I can kinda see what they were going for, but it's better than some of the others I've tried." Yang shuddered as she remembered the bland tasting vanilla or the thick, sickly chocolate flavour and its variants. She had forced herself to wade through the 120 serving tub, holding her nose, or adding instant coffee granules to mask the flavour.

"I don't think I can-" Weiss was quietened by Yang's stern look, she was not wasting precious protein on Weiss. "Anyway, cheers?"

"Ha, cheers!" Yang said, with a raised eyebrow and cheeky grin, and tapped their protein cups, held up in toast to the sick workout they had. The heiress took a huge swig to get it over with quicker, and suppressed her facial reaction to the stomach-churning residue it left on her tongue and teeth. Yang finished hers in one gulp.

"What time are you headed out?"

"I don't think I feel like going out tonight." Yang said to her shoes. Weiss looked at her oddly, but Yang didn't need to give an explanation as Weiss easily guessed the story.

Yang did not sleep well last night. Weiss was exhausted, it had been a busy, long day for both of them, and Yang had spent her hours in bed going over the possible reasons why, when she left the dorm to go out that night, Weiss approached her in her nightie and hugged her very tightly out of the blue. She spent her time making up imaginary responses to Weiss whispering to her that she smelled great, and that sometimes she would take one of Yang's T-shirts to bed with her. She had also pressured Yang to agree that she would be careful and employ constant vigilance (only Weiss could say such a phrase half asleep). Weiss had allowed her eyes to close and almost passed out standing up, so Yang had to direct her to her bed and practically tuck her in. Which was cute and all, but very confusing, hence Yang's lack of sleep.

"Excuse me, what? I think my hearing must be going because I thought you said you weren't going out."

"Honestly, I don't feel like it. I think I'll just stay in and chill," Yang said, yawning, and closed the phone and PIN-locked the screen, so no one could snoop on her recent text messages.

"Who are you, and what have you done with Yang Xiao Long?"

"What? I'm serious."

"But it's Friday night. You always go out on Friday. I hope I'm not being too forward in saying I thought it would be a nice opportunity to loosen up and have some fun together, just the two of us."

"Some fun? Who are you, and what have you done with the real Ice Queen?"

Weiss had to laugh at Yang's teasing. "It's been ages since I've been out, and school events don't count. I've never seen the nightlife around Vale, you must know a place where we could relax a little, unwind from a hard week. After a day like today, we deserve it. Pick anywhere you want, it's my treat."

"You do realise that the place I go to is a total dive, right? It's probably a bit rough for your tastes."

"I don't mind where we go."

"Oh."

"So we're going then?"

Thinking about it, Yang had to go out with Weiss to a bar when she offered to pay for everything, it was the polite thing to do, and it could be a fun opportunity to see drunk Weiss in an uninhibited state and gain an unprecedented amount of material with which to tease Weiss afterwards. Yang grimaced, still thinking about a stress-relieving bubble bath and her bed, but ultimately, she had to accept, "yeah, ok." She might not get this chance again, so it was silly of her not to grab it.

"Perfect, I'll be ready in about an hour."

Precisely one hour and 57 minutes later, Weiss was putting her ridiculously high shoes on. She teetered back into the bathroom to get her matching diamond dangly earring and put it in while leaning against a wall.

"You ok there?" Yang said, who had been ready for the past hour at least was waiting with her coat in her lap, so bored that she ended up reading clickbait. Yang closed her half-finished article about 27 sex facts that nobody ever knew and one secret nobody could ever guess.

"I'm coming!" Weiss appeared in the doorway and Yang was lucky that her screen was still intact when she dropped her scroll. Weiss' makeup was stunning, her artistically framed eyes were dramatic and tasteful, and they held Yang's attention so long that it took her a while to notice that Weiss had let her hair down and braided sections of it and tied them behind her head to join the rest of her tresses which were loosely curled into ringlets. Yang was severely underdressed compared to her stylish friend.

Yang had never really thought about Weiss' wardrobe before, her clothing always looked brand new, freshly pressed and immaculate, and almost invariably shades of white or sometimes blue. Yang had silently watched her decide between two black garments that were pretty much identical from the back, wondering all the while how the heiress would look in anything other than her trademark colour. Out of the little black dress and the little black dress, Weiss had chosen a little black dress.

Weiss refused to ride Bumblebee because her hair, so she ordered a cab through the handy Summon app. She curled her mouth in disdain when she heard the county of Vale they were headed to; no good could possibly come from a place called Lancaster. Trust Yang to become a regular at a bar on the shitty side of town, it was commonly known as a dilapidated slum. Weiss was not surprised by the exterior, it was an unadorned metal door set in a concrete wall so dirty that moss was growing out of the filth, that also lacked glass windows, they made do with plywood loosely nailed into the rotten frames. There was a broken neon sign of the name of bar, Slippery Dick's, though several of the letters did not light up. Yang was not kidding about it being a dive, and Weiss was already a bit out-of-place and severely overdressed.

Yang was expecting Weiss to complain about their environment from the moment they walked in, it was dank and grimy, the ceilings were unfinished and the dust had grown several inches thick on the ventilation system hanging openly above them. The floor was sticky, and it was lucky that the room was dim because the indoor walls were not that much cleaner than the outer walls. Smoking was banned, but the smell had hardly improved from tobacco smoke, instead stale beer and pit sweat prevailed.

Sequinned clutch in hand, Weiss clip-clopped straight to the bar, mostly ignoring the patrons and the music. Yang was a bit annoyed that Weiss didn't stop to take it all in. Weiss leant forward over the bar on her tiptoes to get the attention of the barkeep. He gave Yang a cursory nod of recognition before smiling at Weiss and beginning his sales patter. With Weiss, he did not need to try and sell her the happy hour drinks because she went straight for the most expensive bottle on the wine list.

"Want me to open up a tab for you, miss?" he said, taking her credit card, noting the platinum silver flash as he swiped it, marking her as indelibly wealthy.

Weiss stared at him like he was an idiot for even asking. "Sure. Do you have Glengoolie Blue?"

The barkeep knew they did not stock that because it was too expensive. "That's on backorder. It's two-for-one on shots tonight."

"I'll take your best bottle of absinthe and two shot glasses." He charged the full price to her card.

Yang was in mild shock as Weiss interacted with the barkeep, and was therefore slow to pick up on the fact that Weiss wanted her to carry something while they looked for a table. It was pure luck that one opened up right next to them. They helped the busboy clear the empties, and he brought them the only ice bucket in the place for their mid-range wine.

"Weiss, have you ever had absinthe before?" Yang was wary of the green liquid after her first encounter a month ago, the horror of the next day only made it worth drinking on special occasions.

"Of course." Weiss offered one of the glasses to Yang with a smile that was far too cheery. "This isn't proper absinthe though."

It certainly looked proper to Yang, it was green, that was the main thing, right? It even said absinthe on the label. Weiss pointed to the fine cursive print below the capital font used for the word 'absinthe' and it said 'style wormwood bitter'. Yang hadn't known any better, she still had no idea what real absinthe was like. Weiss slid a shot glass over to her.

"Well, bottoms up."

Yang and Weiss tipped back their shots and groaned as the liquor burned its way to their bellies. Weiss sipped on the chilled wine, to take away some of the sensation of the shot. Nowhere near as smooth as the real stuff, Weiss did grimace and gag a bit when it went down. Yang groaned again and tapped her feet, trying to ride out the grossness. Weiss handed her the second full flute of sparkling wine. They wordlessly repeated their moment from earlier with the protein cups, smirking as the liquor went straight to their heads.

"So, what do you think?"

"It's not how I imagined, but it doesn't surprise me. Looks good enough for a fun time, it's not the place, it's the people. I've been to some of the most fabulous locations in the world but it was shit because I went with a bunch of assholes."

"I heard you say fun time, so I'm gonna assume that you're enjoying yourself."

Weiss gave her a half-sarcastic, half-sincere thumbs up. It was a bit pointless to try and hold a lengthy conversation, the music was too loud. After Weiss finished her first drink, and by the time time she was pouring more shots, she and Yang had slid closer together so they could at least communicate with short phrases. Yang found herself pleasantly surprised that Weiss was, in fact, quite a lot of fun and she entertained them both with witty comebacks and observational humour. Yang had finally finished her first glass of wine when Weiss excused herself to the bathroom. She didn't really need to go, but she locked herself inside a toilet cubicle anyway.

There were many reasons why Weiss liked cocaine. The high was like winning a race, successfully beating the crap out of someone without taking a glancing hit, the smug feeling of knowing that you're right all the way through a fat argument, and the anticipation of getting laid, rolled into one. Weiss felt a lot more glamorous than should have been possible in a shitty bar's filthy toilet stall. The risky part over with, now she could enjoy the effects of her favourite drug. Cocaine was fantastic for combining with alcohol for daring and risque hilarity. She picked up her champagne flute and paused a moment before putting the glass to her tingling lips and downing the entire thing. She left it in there.

Weiss raised her eyebrows when she saw Yang surrounded by men as she approached their table. She was mildly amused as they performed a familiar scene, a new female entered the mix and, one-by-one, they realised she was hot. She took her place on the cushioned booth as close to Yang as she could get without crossing the invisible boundary of marking territory. Yang smiled brightly at her return, and Weiss reciprocated with a half-numb grin as Yang passed her one of the drinks that one of the many men had clearly bought for her. She kept up a Stepford smile as introductions were made, perhaps being slightly overbearing, even though they all had to raise their voices over the music.

As Weiss got acquainted with Yang's outside-Beacon friends, she deemed them charming and harmless. She enjoyed the friendly atmosphere of their company, but she was aware of the fact that she needed to get in the most words whenever it was her turn to speak. Very quickly, Yang had drifted to an observational role in the conversation, smiling inwardly when she noticed the blatantly obvious signs that Weiss was intoxicated.

Her friends, Kiran, Cole, Denis, and Matt, were completely captivated by Weiss, she knew that between them they were having a friendly race for her affection. She also knew that no matter how brilliant their pick up lines, their plan had zero chance to work when Weiss rest her hand on Yang's knee. Casually taking a sip of her drink, she covered Weiss' tiny hand, squeezed gently, and almost said out loud 'mine'. Weiss' soul jumped ten feet in the air. They were pulled closer together by some unknown force, so that their legs were touching from butt to knee. The boys were having a joke off, getting more and more audacious as they vied for laughs. Weiss was frighteningly good at playing along with their game and still coming off as untouchable.

"We've known Yang for ages now, we were beginning to wonder when we'd get to meet one of her other friends."

Weiss knew that since the new school year started, she and the others were thinking the exact same thing. She was privileged to meet four at once even. The oldest of them seemed to be in his mid to late-twenties, and all of them were at least Sevens, but the alpha was a solid Nine, debatable Ten. They thought of themselves as the local aesthetics crew and they were not far off the mark. Every other girl in the place was looking at them green with envy. It became crystal clear why all Yang's friends were male, intense rivalry prevented any meaningful friendships with women.

"Any friend of Yang's is a friend of ours." A plucky guy on the nearest chair grabbed his chance and slid onto the booth seat beside Weiss. She was leant forward to pour more shots, and he moved so close that she would almost sit on him when she sat back. Weiss had to budge up, closer to Yang to allow herself some space between herself and the newcomer.

After the shots, and Weiss' offer to get a round which was scoffed at and told it was a preposterous idea, a pretty lady like her should never have to buy drinks. Weiss, incensed, coiled her tongue back to have a go at the blatant sexism, but Yang snaked an arm around her and pulled her close to tuck her hair behind her ear. "What do you think of my friend?"

"Which friend?" Yang nodded towards Kiran sitting with them. "A little ignorant of the concept of personal space, why?"

"Do any of these guys take your fancy?" Yang, a little tipsy herself, was breathing very close to Weiss' ear in the hopes that she would be heard as she whispered.

Weiss shook her head. Yang's hot breath tickling her, and her lips being so close, Weiss knew that it was the coke that kept her expression neutral. She clenched her jaw and crushed her back teeth together, and her tongue kept licking the inside of her mouth. All involuntary of course, although if she lessened the pressure on her teeth, she had the tendency to chew her inner cheeks.

Yang glanced at the drink in Weiss' hand. "I think by the end of the night, you'll probably change your mind. I think my friend likes you." Weiss had been afraid of that. Spending all this time with Yang for the past week, she had worked up enough sexual tension that her diary had seen no new entries for days, her fingers were too busy elsewhere. Her aim tonight was to get drunk enough to 'accidentally' drop a hint, big or small, of her inclination towards Yang, and see where it led. If Yang said no, she supposed she would have her pick of those that did have a sexual, possibly romantic, attraction to her. That was an eventuality that Weiss did not want to consider. What if Yang were to fuck off with one of them, ditching Weiss in the process? Weiss had done her best to loosen Yang up, and now she would have to be kept under tight control in case she wandered off.

Somehow, Weiss shifted closer to Yang, and put her arm around her too. "I'm not interested in anything like that right now."

"Not even a bit of flirting and teasing? Pick one, and I'll keep his friends busy. They're all pretty nice, once you get them alone."

Weiss' gaze automatically settled on Alpha Matt. "I came here to hang out with my friend, actually."

"Oh, who?"

"You, you idiot."

Weiss felt her nose running, sniffed, then grimaced as the clumps of cocaine, previously trapped up her nostril, tumbled down the back of her throat. Swallowing the chemical-laden mucous when her throat was numb felt like using a mouth didn't belong to her. She covered her mouth as her stomach rumbled and twisted in revolt when the drug completed its journey down her gullet. One half of her face was almost completely bereft of feeling and she suppressed the gag of the aftertaste. However, all she could think about was doing it again.

"You ok?" Yang asked, full of concern. Weiss nodded, and ran her fingers over the deadened area below her eye, acting like she thought there was something on her face. She finished the drink in front of her and waited what she thought was a reasonable amount of time to get up, part of her did not want to leave Yang's side, and part of her did not want to have to squeeze past her new admirer. She squeezed past Yang instead. She had to walk the longer way around the table before heading to the toilet stall, where her empty champagne glass still sat on the tank. She wiped away the ring that the glass had left and used the space to cut herself another line.

"Weiss, you in here?"

Weiss uncovered her right nostril, and lowered her straw. "Yeah."

"I'm coming into the stall next to you."

Shit shit shit. "Ok," was all she could say. Weiss was ready and waiting for Yang's flush so it would cover the noise of her sniff. Yang must've been breaking the seal because her wee took ages. Weiss' timing was perfect. She used her finger to wipe up the excess, and not caring that she had just touched a toilet, rubbed the finger around her gums. She put away her wrap and the credit card she used (after licking it clean), and wiped her nose with tissue as she heard Yang exit her stall.

"Geez, Ice Queen, you reading the paper in there or something?" Yang joked, knocking on the door.

Weiss was smart, and had done her stimulant-induced shit already. "God, do you have to be so vulgar?" she said, coming out of her stall, carrying the glass. She quickly took stock of her reflection, making sure there was no evidence of her illegal activities on her face, before smiling fully at Yang. Hopefully, Yang would be oblivious notice her dilated pupils under the bright lights of the bathroom, out in the dark club it didn't matter.

"Hey, you found your glass. Maybe there's still some wine left, if not, I think I drank it all."

"No problem, there's more where that came from." Weiss gave a small shrug. She was used to spending money like it was nothing. She was not keeping a total but it only counted as a good night if she spent at least a grand on booze and drugs. In a place like this where the most expensive drink cost a little over a hundred Lien per bottle, that could take a while.

"Don't worry, the guys will buy us drinks."

Weiss was still a bit angry from not being permitted to buy a round of drinks, they thought they were being flash by spending the cash but, little did they know, it was a drop in the ocean for her. If they wanted something in return for providing the girls with drinks, they had another thing coming. When they got back to their table, a waitress was pouring shots of tequila, and placed a slice of lemon in each with a pair of tongs.

As they sat down, Yang and Weiss licked the web between their fingers and thumbs, and held out their hands for salt. Together, they sucked the salt off their skin and downed a shot after taking the lemon out. Before Yang could choke on the disgusting flavour, she stuck a lemon slice in her mouth, squeezing it for its sour juice. That helped the 'medicine' go down.

"Again." Weiss said, before Yang could settle her stomach. The guys joined in this time, so Yang had a few minutes to chase her shot with a sweet tasting cocktail, while they all got their salt rations. A great big cheer went up from their table as the shot glasses were slammed back on the wooden surface, resulting in quite a few fruity grins.

Normally, Yang measured her fun by how many guys tried to chat her up, but Weiss had a different unit of fun: shots. Yang was at nil, and Weiss had a grand total of five so far. Yang had made an early decision that she would not let Weiss choose the drinks again. Shots right from the start of the night, were a bit hardcore for Yang but Weiss looked like she was having the time of her life. Her cheeks were pulled taut in a constant grin and starting to go rosy from the alcohol. Yang pushed away the next drink that Weiss poured for her.

Weiss pushed it back toward her. "You only live once. Come on, be a rebel."

Yang loved bars, and drinking, but she also respected her liver. She knew how much she relied on it, and wanted it to stay in good working order for a long time so she could keep lifting weights at high intensity forever, hopefully. Weiss smirked and licked her numbed lips, imitating some of Yang's usual bravado, and placed a tequila sunrise in front of Yang to tempt her. Yang couldn't keep up, how come the tiny little girl beside her was drinking her under the table?

Yang's friends shared a knowing look. Yang's attention had been centred on Weiss the entire night, when usually, she would have kept an eye out, scoping the room for hotties. Her extroverted, affable personality would have been perfect for this social situation, she could have easily taken control and directed the evening to her own liking. Instead, she allowed Weiss to call the shots and make the best one-liners, soaking up all the attention. Most of the guys had the sense to realise that Weiss had made jokes at everyone's expense including her own, all of them were targets except Yang, and Weiss savagely destroyed anyone who would dare diss Yang, even slightly. Kiran was the only one who had hope that he was getting some, so the Alpha stood up, and the rest of his crew followed suit. He made his farewells to Weiss but Yang was reluctant to hug him goodbye.

"No, don't go. Stay." It felt safer with the boys there, they could distract Weiss from the drinks.

"Nah, we can see we've walked in on a girls' night. We'll let you two have fun." Alpha Matt twisted Kiran's ear off, to get him to leave the two girls alone. "Come on guys, we can check if there's a pool table free. Shotgun playing first."

"Just stay for one more drink."

"Yang, I need to go to the bathroom, are you coming?" End of discussion, the boys left them after Yang got up to dutifully follow Weiss to the ladies' room.

In the light of the bathroom, Weiss was worried that Yang would realise she was high as a kite. She could see it for herself in her reflection, or did she only see it because she knew?

"Oh, you have a little something on your face."

"Do I?"

"Yeah, an eyelash. Come here."

Weiss' heart rate doubled. Yang's hand was coming towards her face and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She tried staring both down and up as Yang gently brushed the stray eyelash off her skin, but that was awkward as hell. She attempted a smile but that was a bit frightening, and Yang looked at her funny before saying, "Make a wish." Her lone, long eyelash was balanced on the tip of Yang's finger.

I wish you would just fuck me. Weiss was fairly stunned at herself for thinking that first, but in fairness, Yang was close enough to kiss her right now. World peace and the eradication of the Grimm would have to wait. Weiss closed her eyes and puckered up to blow the eyelash to freedom and supposedly, make the wish come true.

"Oh my god, what did you wish for?" Yang hit herself lightly on the forehead. "Sorry, no, don't tell me otherwise your wish won't happen."

Well, shit, Weiss' tongue was tied. It was the rules, even if it was a silly superstition. Weiss weighed the cost of saying nothing against blurting everything out and actually being honest. It was a big risk, but things could end up going in her favour if she voiced her intention. But Yang did not want to hear it, and her potential reaction was unpredictable enough as it is, taking into account the alcohol. Weiss chickened out and retreated into the stall. Yang checked the other two stalls to see if they were occupied, it was all clear. "Are you just gonna pee or are you gonna do another line of coke?"

Weiss opened the door and stepped out, trying not to let her jaw hang open or twitch. "I- How did you know?"

"I know a few things, don't let it surprise you too much."

Weiss grabbed Yang by both wrists, led her inside the tiny cubicle and they somehow managed to get the door closed behind them. "So, if you know, do you want a line then?"

"No thanks, I've never been interested in those drugs."

"Are you sure? I only meant a little one anyway." Weiss took out the wrap she hid in her bra, and waved it under Yang's nose.

Now that it was right in front of her, and being offered so sweetly, Yang's resolve wavered, even though she had already said no. A part of her knew that she should be sober-ish so that when Weiss inevitably got too trashed, she could take care of her. Another part of her wanted to join the party. It would not be the first time she had been enticed into doing coke.

"If we do this, it basically means that we won't be coming home until tomorrow." From Yang's mostly observational experience of cocaine, she knew that no matter how tired she felt, cocaine would pep her up the moment it kicked in, to put it mildly, and the insomnia would keep working for many hours after she had stopped taking it. She would have to sacrifice a chance to go in the cool, new gym tomorrow and devote the day to extreme methods of recovery.

"If you need help to get to sleep, I can give you something for that." It was like Weiss could read her mind. Yang had no idea what Weiss was thinking, but it solved her problem.

"Ok, fine, let's do it. Never pegged you for a cokehead, Ice Queen."

Weiss' nostrils flared but she chose to ignore the annoying pun. "I'm not a cokehead, I haven't been on it in ages."

The three lines Weiss had in under two hours provided evidence to the contrary that Yang thought was pretty concrete, but she ignored her scepticism. "Who's your supplier?" she asked instead.

"Supplier? Wow, you are well-informed. Does it make it better or worse that I got it from an online contact? It's actually from someone I knew in Atlas but they moved to Vale and started their business over here." Weiss opened the wrap carefully, lay it on the surface, and placed a club flyer over the top of the white crystals. She used the flat of her credit card to crush them into a snortable powder.

"Oh look, a Schnee making dust. Instead of making it rain, do you make it snow?"

"Shut it. One more smart-aleck comment out of your mouth and I'll extract your ocular nerve through your nostrils." Weiss muttered, hurting her thumb by pressing so hard.

"What?" Yang thought she was genuinely speaking another language, because she had not understood a word.

Figures, the burn went over Yang's head and there was no one else around to hear that so Weiss sighed. "Oh, nothing."

Weiss coaxed a third of the coke onto the ceramic and used her card to chop two neat lines out of the pile. It was much bigger than the bumps Yang had taken off those tiny spoons, well she would just have to take a bigger sniff. Weiss handed over the straw, shortened with a penknife, and unused for a drink, it had to be dry as can be so the powder did not clump up and get stuck. Yang looked at it for a second, nervous as if she did not know what to do, but then she leaned over and dived right in, like she had been doing it as a daily ritual since the age of five. Weiss smirked, Yang looked so cool doing that, she reminded her of a rebellious rock star. It was racy and dangerous and kinda turned her on.

Two minutes after snorting the line, as she was checking herself out in the mirror, the stimulant took effect and the numbness melted its way down the back of her face. The thing about cocaine is, that it is a stimulant, and the thing about alcohol is that it's a depressant. Cocaine, depending on the purity, is double, triple the stimulant to alcohol's depressing qualities so the coke was kind of sobering Yang up. There was no way she could pass for sober, but the blur and lucidity from the booze was sharpened back to 20/20 vision and her awareness expanded, like a veil of fog being lifted. Weiss had to hold her hand to drag her back into the club and away from the well-lit bathroom mirror.

They boogied and shimmied their way through the dancing crowd towards the bar, still holding hands to stay together. Yang knew she was in the same place she always partied in, but with Weiss, it was a hundred times more fun, and only thirty percent of that was down to cocaine. They couldn't stop laughing. Finally, they were both on the same level, it felt so great that Yang knew it was a level above the peasant people around them. When their new drinks were served, they made a toast to the fact that they were having the best night out of all time.

They danced near the bar, Yang knew the rock DJ's setlist for Friday night off by heart, and more drinks were had, which Yang ordered this time. Yang ordered pairs of her favourite cocktails, and when she ran out of those, Weiss started buying the cocktails with dirty names. They had many a laugh, as they wise-cracked about Sex on the Beach and Screaming Orgasms, and disagreed over the correct names and ingredients of certain drinks; Atlesians were happy to quaff very boringly named, but knock-you-on-your-ass strength concoctions and drank the equivalent of two bottles of wine a day per capita, so Weiss considered herself vastly more qualified on the matter. The Valish were markedly less enthusiastic about alcohol, but they did invent a lot of spirits with high alcohol content and were the largest importers of beer and lager in the world. Yang felt that the names of cocktails that she knew were by far funnier and therefore, more correct. A Suck, Bang, Blow was simply called a Crankshaft in Atlas, but according to Weiss, it had about ten more ingredients than were listed on the cocktail menu.

Their conversation was so entertaining that by the time they were ready for another line, Weiss had a good laugh and waved at the opportunity as it went by. Yang joking about, and leaning in very close so that they could talk, was highly intoxicating on its own. Weiss was determined to rip the bandaid off, so to speak, and took hold of Yang by the waist. "Wanna go get some air?"

"Sure, I know a little place nearby." Yang was already walking them to the fire exit. It was a small miracle that neither of them spilled their drinks while they were attached to each other. Outside, the fresh air and change of scenery, helped to clear the buzzing of the busy bar out of their ears although they could still hear the bass booming through the open door.

"Yang, I want you to know that tonight has been incredible. I can't thank you enough for bringing me along," she said, even though she definitely invited herself.

"Hey, tonight was your idea. Believe it or not, it's been ages since I've had this much fun." Their drinks didn't last very long, even though they were double measures, they were thirsty from the pervasive cotton mouth coke caused. "You're really cool, you know, Ice Queen. I never realised how much I liked you until tonight."

Weiss scanned Yang's face, desperate for clarification of whether Yang meant as a friend or something more. Strings of unrelated alphabet characters streamed through her mind, and her mouth gaped unattractively. "Aw, thanks," was all she came out with, it was all she could manage. This was her moment, and her cold feet were preventing her from making any steps towards telling Yang how she felt, even with her narcotic ego boost.

"I wanted to say earlier that you look so good tonight, your outfit is fabulous. I love it. I bet no one in there even looked at me twice." She supposed she should feel jealous that all her friends were paying attention to Weiss, and Weiss in turn, spent quite a lot of time chatting and getting to know them. It made Yang's evening whenever Weiss ignored everyone else and only paid attention to her.

"You really think I'm that pretty?" Her heels brought her face-to-face with Yang, so Weiss was fighting the urge to lean forward a tiny bit and just kiss her.

"Yeah, I always have done." Yang ran her fingers lightly over Weiss' forearm. "It's hot the way you like lifting too. Working out with you is a blast." It was like Yang had stolen the words out of Weiss' mind. Weiss giggled as their hands joined together naturally. They had mutually agreed that it was best for Weiss to lean back on the wall that was very familiar to Yang. Weiss was grateful because her knees were weak and her feet hurt due to her insane heels. Yang was pretty much flush against her to save her from wobbling on the stilettos. Yang was so close now, she wanted to kiss her so much.

"You're the one who makes it so fun. You're so…" Weiss was silenced when Yang's lips touched her skin, first on her cheek.

"Sexy," Yang finished for her, chuckling lightly. "Horny." Yang kissed her on the jaw and then on the pulse point of her neck. "You've been teasing me all night and now I want you. You're literally irresistible." Weiss whimpered as she let go of the breath she didn't realise she was holding, absorbed fully in the trail of kisses Yang was leaving on her blushing neck. She spared a thought for the wish she had jokingly made, and how she was converted into a firm believer of dubious superstitions based on eyelashes. But Yang had her pinned against the wall, her mouth was making its way down her cleavage, and all she could think of was how she wished for Yang's seductive lips on hers. She tussled against Yang's strong grip, she wanted to show Yang that she wanted her too.

Yang granted her wish. Bright blue eyes burst open for a moment, before Weiss succumbed to the wildfire that the kiss stirred within her. Her soul danced in the flames. Toes curled, breathing hitched, Weiss put everything into that kiss. Without Yang there, holding her up, she would have crumpled to the floor. Weiss found Yang to be a much more sensual kisser than she had imagined, there were so many flirtatious caresses and teasing grazes, it drove her crazy. She craved to release all the desires she had been holding back, they incessantly coursed through her, and despite the flashflood in her underwear, kissing Yang was so not enough.

Yang freed her arms finally, so she clung to Yang and her hands roamed across the back of Yang's body, aware that Yang's ass was well within reach and she deluded herself that she could trick Yang that it was not her goal to touch it. Yang pressed harder into the kiss, the contact highlighting the areas of their faces that were numb, closing any gaps between their bodies, daring Weiss to grab what Yang knew she wanted. Weiss allowed them to break in order to observe the effect she had on Yang. Cheeks flushed, glassy eyes half-closed, shortness of breath, slightly swollen pink lips, Yang never looked so sexy. Weiss' hands were full of Yang's buttcheeks, gluing their hips together.

"Fuck, it feels even better than it looks." Yang's shudder when she ran her fingers on the firm underside made Weiss whimper and wetter than ever.

"That'll be from all the squats and deadlifts." Yang said, smiling, before kissing Weiss' lips again. Kissing her was so moreish, Yang kept gently urging her to open her mouth and let their tongues touch once again.

"You'll have to show me next time."

"You bet I will. You seem to like my ass, so I'll make sure you get the best view. Squats are the best, they're like sex. It only counts if you go deep enough." Yang lifted one knee and parted Weiss' legs. Weiss squirmed, her panties were so wet already, so Yang held her steady with sturdy arms. She stripped off the leather jacket that was getting in her way.

"I love the way your arms go like that." Weiss' fingers traced over the bulge of Yang's biceps and then underneath, to the ridge of Yang's horseshoe triceps, and over her boulder shoulders.

"It's because of all the jerks I do. I do the jerking real good. And I have a nice snatch. You should see it." Yang teased her with her tongue again, and liked how Weiss' crotch was grinding against her when she said 'snatch'. Yang allowed her daring fingers to first stroke and then bury themselves in Yang's hair, but only because her only care in the world was sucking immeasurable pleasure out of kissing her.

Weiss' head tipped back, moaning softly as Yang resumed kissing her neck. Yang loved it. Weiss' gorgeous, sweet perfume was strongest there, and she could not get enough. Her hands were all over Weiss' chest, desperate to get underneath that dress. Yang found a way in, under the skirt, rubbing Weiss' thigh all the way up to the wet heat coming from between her legs. Weiss' teeth scraped over her bottom lip and a throaty moan forced its way out as her legs fell open at Yang's insistent touch. Her mouth found Yang's lips and Weiss moved her other hand to slide up beneath Yang's tank top. Yang caught hold of the small hands that were cupping her boobs and directed them to the flies of her pants. Weiss went to work on Yang's belt buckle, it jangled as it came undone, and Weiss' dextrous left hand popped her button with ease.

It was not exactly the way she had dreamt, thought Weiss, as she slipped her hand down the front of Yang's jeans. Fuck it, it was the way it was, sure she didn't imagine doing it here, but Yang's moist cunt was only a thin piece of sopping wet cotton away from her fingertips. Yang moaned deeply into their kiss, and pushed Weiss flush against the wall, robbing her of air, and forcing her touch further into Yang's pants. All the heat in there was making Weiss sweat, the outline of Yang's lips was clear even to her trembling digits. Yang's curious fingers were aimed towards the apex of Weiss' thighs again, the girl was putty in her hands as she cupped her hot mound. She casually pushed the material aside, exposing Weiss' drenched pussy.

"Oh my, fuck, you're so hot, so wet for me." The pads of Yang's fingers were soaked in the juices coming out of Weiss' slit. Weiss couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak. Her eyes opened and Yang's smirking lips briefly came into focus so she kissed them, greedily accepting Yang's tongue in her mouth and her fingers in her cunt. She clung onto Yang's arm and wrapped her leg around her. Yang's finger sunk in deeper to the third knuckle.

"Oh my god, it is you. Thought I recognised you," said an unwelcome male voice. Yang and Weiss gasped in confusion. In their lust, they had not heard anyone approach. They thought they were alone in their own little world, it was jarring to be so rudely jerked out of it. Weiss dealt with her massive frontal wedgie and closed her legs and swore heavily under her breath.

Yang pulled up her trousers, and tightened her belt. "Do I know you?"

"Yang, who is this guy?"

"Don't you remember me? It was only last week your panties were around your ankles and I had my cock buried in your crack. You never gave me the chance to have a proper go on your pussy. Let me fuck it first then she can have you after." Weiss snarled at him in disgust. "Or I can fuck both of you, whatever." He reached out to touch her butt, and Yang and Weiss moved to stop him.

"Get your hands off her, she never gave you permission to touch her."

He managed to palm it for a second before Yang snagged his wrist and twisted his arm tendons the wrong way. That taught him a lesson, he yanked himself free and faced them side on, hiding his injured arm behind him, but had the other arm tensed aggressively. "I don't need her permission, she let me touch her before. She let me bang her before. Dammit, she was on her knees, drooling on my dick, begging for a fuck." He had a mean look in his eye as he pointed to Yang who had retreated behind Weiss.

"Yang, what's he talking about? Did you actually have sex with that creep?"

"Yeah, she did. Right there, where you're standing."

Weiss looked to Yang, who had her eyes hidden in shadows and her shoulders were rounded and slouched. This confirmed the worst of Weiss' fears. Yang was nowhere near as attractive as she had seemed only a few minutes ago. "I don't think you realise how consent works, that was then and this is now, and now your advances are unwanted and frankly, you are disgustingly rude and you ought to learn some manners. She said no, so do yourself a favour, get out of here while you still have some semblance of dignity left."

He kissed his teeth and took Yang by the hand. "What do you say, sugartits? Come with me, and I'll make all your dreams come true."

A stringy glob of spit flew out of his mouth as his head snapped to the side from the impact of Weiss' palm. "Don't touch her. I won't tell you again."

"Back off, bitch! She owes me for last time."

"She doesn't owe you shit. Face it, you lost this round, there's no need to be bitter about it. Come on, Yang, we're leaving." Weiss turned her back to him, making her way towards the main street. Yang saw her mistake at the very last moment, and everything unfurled in front of her in slow motion, while she stood there, powerless to stop it.

Weiss was sneak attacked with an empty glass bottle. And that was that, Yang was in beast mode.

Her aura engulfed the street, her red eyes were glowing angrily and were surrounded by deep frown lines. The man held the broken bottle by the neck, brandishing the jagged end like a knife. He swiped at her head, a corner of glass opened up a gash just above her eyebrow. She did not flinch. The pain was nothing to her, if anything, she used it to her advantage. Her lips stretched back over her gritted teeth, but she was otherwise unfazed.

He lunged for her, but his sloppy strike was effortlessly evaded. His skull took a hard knock from her iron fist, he spat out a splintered tooth. Yang grabbed his wrist again, and pulled him around like a ragdoll, hitting his gut and face with her elbows and knees. All through the vicious beating, his hand stubbornly held onto his improvised weapon, so she bent his arm back and pulled until she heard a loud pop.

His yells of agony only made her tear at his limb much harder, until something snapped and the integrity of his elbow was compromised, the surrounding bones growing cracks until they fractured. After a roundhouse kick to the liver, Yang high kicked the middle of his useless, dislocated arm. The smashed bottle flew up into the air and Yang released his wrist. Both of his arms had just been fucked up, he couldn't even lift them to defend himself, he could barely stand. Yang caught the bottle behind her back and swung it to shatter completely over his face. She let him struggle comically to remain on his feet, but she pounced before he had even hit the ground. Her right arm struck blow after blow, furiously pummelling his eye socket, while she held him down with her other hand and not insignificant bodyweight.

Weiss' eyelids fluttered open to the chaos of Yang battering this poor, currently defenseless idiot. A flap of his cheek had come loose, and his eyebrow had been split in half, the raw flesh open to the air. There was blood coming from his scalp soaking through his hair and pooling below his head on the sidewalk. Yang had blood spatters all over her. Panic-stricken, Weiss climbed what felt like a small mountain to get to her feet. She immediately threw herself over Yang, grabbing at her attack arm, risking a rock hard elbow to the face in doing so. She was only on the ground for a second, but Weiss managed to get covered in blood, it stained her knees and hands, she smudged it everywhere she touched Yang.

"Yang! You did it, ok, you hurt him, now stop. Come on, we need to leave."

Yang slowed, her eyes focusing first on her surroundings and then what she was doing. She clambered to stand, and sprung away from her victim in shock, as Weiss knelt to look at the mess Yang had made.

"He's breathing." He was actually awake, and murmured with his bruised up and broken mouth. "He needs medical attention."

Yang grabbed Weiss, pulling her away. "It's not our job."

Weiss twisted her arm out of Yang's grip. "Yang, help me, he wants to get up." Yang did not like it, but she grabbed the arm that she didn't break and pulled him upright. He swayed and leant forward, puking blood down his shirt. The girls jumped away in horror, Weiss at least had the sense to begin dialling 969 for an ambulance. Yang hooked her hands in his armpits, forcing him to stand, he coughed and a whole lot more blood came up. He collapsed against the wall, and took in ragged breaths while he shook in agony, but he had his eyes open and seemed coherent.

"Ok, he's ok."

"Ok, let's go." Weiss' scroll connected, and she hung up. It immediately rang back, lighting up her face as her ringtone, a light, upbeat classical melody, filled the air. She answered it quickly, killing the sound, and, disguising her voice as best she could, told them someone was injured and their location and then hung up again. Yang took her hand, and led her to the other end of the alley, giving the guy one last look before they took off into the night.

Neither of them spoke as they wandered through the dark residential streets, until Weiss eventually sat on a bench, holding her head with weary hands, resting her sore feet. Yang sat next to her, lounging backwards, feeling drained so she massaged her temples. Yang flinched as her fingers brushed over the small cut on her brow which was drying finally. She was so dehydrated, a stiff drink was very necessary at this point.

Weiss gazed up at Yang's face and thumbed the little graze gently. "You're hurt." she said, not thinking about herself.

"It's just a scratch."

Yang threaded her fingers through Weiss' hair, even though her fingers were grimy and knuckles were bloody. Weiss draped her arms over Yang's shoulders, and they kissed chastely, Yang had the taste of that guy's blood in her mouth, she didn't want to share it with Weiss. Natural painkillers flooded Weiss' brain, better than any chemical drug for soothing her head, washing the pain clean away. She could feel Yang trace her fingertips over the massive raised, warm patch on Weiss' skull where the blow had struck her. Terrible regret wracked Yang's trembling hands and she cradled Weiss' damaged head gently.

The blue and red lights seeping through their eyelids could have been fireworks, if not for the accompanying sirens blaring all around them. They heard shouting from every direction. They wanted to break apart to have a look, but Weiss anchored herself to Yang with her hand around the back of Yang's head pulling her closer all the time. Threatened by multiple clicks of guns cocking behind their backs, Yang and Weiss finally gave themselves up. They did not put their hands up, or get down to the ground, as ordered. Gloved hands grabbed them on the arms and around their waists, and they were dragged off in opposite directions.