Chapter 6: The Yangover Part I

Weiss very nearly demanded on using a trolley to get all their purchases up to their dorm, but Yang was adamant that she had to take everything by hand in one trip. Weiss piled the carrier bags into Yang's hands at her continued insistence that she could carry everything. Turned out that she could carry everything, but not fit through doors at the same time. With a bit of teamwork, they made it upstairs.

"Hey Ruby, what you up to?" Yang said, as she walked in. She dumped all the bags by the door and chucked her jacket on the bed.

Weiss was picking up after her so she missed the startled jump as Ruby hid something behind her. "Nothing, just daydreaming again."

Weiss opened Yang's closet, and hung up the jacket. She started with the bags nearest to her, and began to put stuff away, not at all using it as excuse to organise Yang's wardrobe. Weiss rolled up her sleeves, she had not-so-secretly always wanted to do this. Yang let her get on with it, while she teased Ruby, snatching the book she was reading and holding it high above Ruby's reach. Ruby yelped and lunged at Yang, desperate to steal it back. For one fleeting moment, she glanced at Weiss in terror, but the clueless girl had her head inside Yang's closet.

"Your new coat will go great with your boots, Yang."

Yang turned around, and barely recognised her closet. Everything was arranged by colour and length. Somehow she had ten times the space that she had before, even with all the added items from the shopping trip. The book slipped out of Yang's hands and into the safety of Ruby's clutches. She hid it away in a secret place with the speed of a flying bullet, so Yang gave up picking on Ruby for now.

"I'm not wearing my boots tonight, I've got an outfit in mind and it involves heels."

The last time Yang wore heels, her legs looked even more attractive than they do normally and Weiss kinda lost her mind when Yang turned around in the dress for the first time. But before long, they had her toes and the balls of her feet were on fire, and she took them off before she felt like she was walking on glass shards. Weiss cast her mind to the section of her closet dedicated to shoes, which were arranged in colour and heel height order, thinking only of the ones that were 5 inches plus. She knew that it would not be pleasant to wear them, but it would look damn good for her to at least reach up to Yang's nose when stood next to her, and that's what mattered.

"You're brave, what else are you gonna wear with it?"

"Oh, you guys want to get ready for your big night out? So early, though."

"Wino, here, takes ages to get dolled up so, we have to give ourselves enough time."

"Yeah, and pre-drinks have officially started." Weiss popped the cork of a bottle that mysteriously appeared in her hand.

"Ok, I'll get out of your hair. I'll probably go hang out with…" Ruby thought about Blake first, then Jaune, then Pyrrha. They were all going to be talking about this night out. Her shoulders slumped and she sighed. "Someone else," she finished vaguely.

"Uh, ok, Ruby."

"I mean, I'm sure I'll find someone, like someone from my club, yeah."

Yang felt sorry for her sister, but she didn't want to bring everyone down by getting all serious. "You don't have to go, you can hang out while we get ready. It'll be fun." She smiled cheerily.

Ruby glanced to the wine that Weiss was pouring. Weiss smiled sweetly and offered her a drink. "No, it's ok. I think I'll only get in your way." It wasn't just that, Ruby would have fun with them, no doubt, but she would also have to watch them leave to go and have yet more fun without her. Ruby thanked Yang for the offer but left them, alone. She bumped into Blake on her wanderings, and she was about to suggest hanging out for a bit, but Blake nodded in the vague direction of their dorm.

"They've already started drinking, haven't they?" Ruby nodded and mhmm'd with all the sassy attitude she could muster. Blake rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "I'll straighten them out for you."

Ruby frowned at her, incredulous, and then raised one brow. "Good luck with that." They had a good giggle, poking fun at Yang and Weiss' drinking habits.

To be fair, Blake expected the worst when she walked through the door. She took a good long look at their guilty faces. Then she looked at Yang's bed, which was unmade and dirty, she didn't want to know what liquid was spilled on it, and potentially dripping down onto her own bed. They were fully dressed which was a pleasant surprise, but in what could be called pajamas if it weren't four o'clock in the afternoon. "You didn't even start getting ready, did you?"

"We did, honestly, we did." Yang gestured to the make up bottles and containers that Weiss had opened and barely used, and also the outfit that Yang had hung on the door of her closet, but that she was demonstrably not wearing.

Blake couldn't help but laugh resignedly as she shook her head. "Useless fucking lesbians." Weiss was grinning when she handed Blake the last of the sparkling wine. Blake took out a mangled twenty pack, and lit one.

"Since when did you smoke?" Weiss said, while cracking open their second bottle.

"I have for a while now," Blake said, puffing out a plume of blueish smoke.

Yang and Weiss shared a look, and shrugged. If Blake wanted to smoke, she was perfectly at liberty to do so, but Yang opened the window as wide as possible.

"Can I have one?" Weiss asked Blake.

"Sure." Blake flicked the bottom of her pack, and a black cigarette butt poked out of the foil. Weiss took it out and put it to her lips.

"Ugh, can you not? I don't want it to taste like I'm licking an ashtray when I kiss you."

"You want to kiss me?" Weiss said, smiling with the cigarette hanging out the corner of her mouth.

Yang took the cig out from between her lips and curled her arms around Weiss. "Of course."

"Ugh, can you not?" Blake said, as Yang pushed her tongue into Weiss' mouth.

"She's my girlfriend, I'm gonna kiss her whether you like it or not," Yang said defiantly, hugging Weiss with a firm grip.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you're still in the early stages. Could you at least cool it until we're actually out?"

"No," Weiss said, grabbing Yang's butt, as they both giggled.

"Try to keep it clean while I have a shower, yeah? I can hear everything through that wall." That wiped the smiles off their faces, temporarily at least. How many times had Yang and Weiss thought they were alone in the dorm, only to realise that Blake had been in the bathroom, while they had bitched about their friends. Including Blake. She obviously knew that they made fun of her resting bitch face and how she could hold a fully fledged conversation with eyerolls and pure sarcasm, which sometimes made talking to her less than fun.

Blake shouldn't have trusted them. The only way to stop them touching each other would be to chain them up on opposite sides of the room. They didn't need to take the piss though; Yang held Weiss against the wall so her snatch was at face height and ate her pussy that way. They laughed when they heard Blake banging furiously on the other side with her fist. Weiss made sure to moan much louder after that. Blake, accompanied by a cloud of steam, burst through the bathroom door, her forehead scrunched into frown beneath the towel she had wrapped around her head, her hands forming strained claws. She shook her head in disbelief at the position they were in, and rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"You two are such fucking nymphos, I've never known a couple to be so malicious by having sex. Look, I know you are very excited to do the dirty, but can you keep it out of my face please?"

"Whatever do you mean?" Weiss said, sarcastically sounding innocent. Yang gently put her down before doubling over with laughter. "Oh no, now Blake's seen me naked. How terrible for her."

"You've never seen her naked, have you?" Weiss gave a shake of her head so Yang reached for Blake's towel as her back was turned. She pulled it off in one fell swoop, and towel whipped Blake right in the middle of her left asscheek.

"What the- Fuck! Yang!" Blake shrieked, spinning on the spot to scowl at her sniggering friends, a rare blush gracing the apples of her cheeks.

"Wow, Blake. You've got a hot little body," Weiss said, before Blake could untwist the towel on her head and cover herself. It was too little, too late. Weiss had already seen her round, full breasts and the fact that she was freshly shaven Down There. She was fairly toned for a non-lifter, she had the line down the middle of her abs, but the individual cubes were not visible under her pale skin. Her butt was by no means small, but she could do with some squats to tighten up the whole area.

"Hey Weiss, what do you think of Blake's butt? If you keep up the squats and deadlifts, I'm sure you could have a big, juicy booty like her one day." Yang winked, smirking.

Weiss clenched her glutes and felt them up because, squats. "It's a nice butt, but I prefer mine," she said, turning to check it out in the mirror. "It's less about how it looks, and more about how it feels when you grab it." Blake scowled at her. Must be jelly, 'cos jam don't shake.

"Maybe if her butt was grabbed more often, she might do some squats or deadlifts with us, before gravity takes its toll."

"You guys are assholes, you know that?"

Weiss snorted derisively. "Don't act like you didn't love us looking. Everyone likes to get an honest appraisal from time to time. What else are friends for? You must get frustrated, I know you do. I can hear things too."

Blake dropped the towel that was too small to go around her, and marched over to Weiss, angrily staring down her nose at the shorter girl. Weiss expanded her chest and pushed her shoulders back so she seemed as big as possible, the aggressive stance held tense but loose. Yang blinked rapidly, with her mouth hanging open, unable to believe the scene unfolding in front of her.

Blake clenched her jaw, Weiss returned her penetrating gaze with an evil smile and staunchly stood her ground. They were inches away from touching, and Yang was feeling more uncomfortably turned on by the second. Her girlfriend was wearing nothing but confidence and showing the kind of spunk she usually reserved for the bedroom. This little fiasco had Yang genuinely concerned that they were going to start a rough and tumble fight, even if it was the sexiest thing she could possibly imagine watching. Blake would have the upper hand, she reckoned, due to speed, height and reach advantage, but Weiss would be able to put her newfound full body strength to use, and might have a chance to out-wrestle her on the ground.

Oops, now it was too late to get the image out of her mind of manhandling Weiss into the bathroom, fucking her face down, ass up on the floor, and leaving the door open for Blake to watch. When she accidentally looked at Blake, it got a lot worse. She thought about pushing the cat Faunus against a wall, trying to overpower her, and Blake fighting to rip her clothes off. Once they were both naked, Yang could feel her up, licking all the way from her cleavage to her neck, using her teeth where she would normally use her lips. There was no point being gentle with Blake, she liked a rough roll in the hay. She would shove Weiss to her knees and offer up Blake's cunt to eat, knowing that, although tentatively at first, Weiss would do it and fucking enjoy it, taking Blake for a wild ride on her face. Yang fanned herself and needed some fresh air pronto, even though the window was already open the widest it could go.

Weiss did not take her eyes off Blake, but the Faunus turned to Yang as her cat ears twitched mischievously. Blake heaved in a deep breath, and she mirrored Weiss with a sly smile. "I know," she said simply, tapping the side of her nose with her index finger. She let her smile widen, as she saw Weiss' sassy demeanour drop, giving way to sheer terror.

Yang was rendered almost speechless. "So, uh, what do you know exactly?"

"You'll find out, soon enough."

"Anyone for more wine?" Weiss said, as she backed down and comforted herself by pouring wine all the way to the top of her glass. Blake watched carefully as the heiress downed almost the entire thing in one swig. Behind her back, the Faunus looked like the cat that got the cream, smug as hell that she had won their butt naked stand-off.

"Ok, does anyone wanna tell me what just happened?"

"I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it, Yang." Blake said casually, heading over to her drawers where she kept her underwear. The other two girls took that as a signal that they should probably get changed too. Weiss slipped into her extra sexy lingerie, and dug through her extensive wardrobe carelessly. She owned far too many clothes, more than one person could possibly need, so making a decision about what to wear was rather difficult for her. What a terrible shame to have such #RichGirlProblems. She emptied out her closet onto the floor, and began sorting the maybes, possiblies, definitely nots, and oh hell nos into piles on her bed.

"What are you gonna wear, Blake?"

"I wanna wear jeans."

"Ok, I'll wear my booty shorts then." The piece of clothing that Yang pulled out of the closet was smaller than some of the underpants that Blake owned.

"I'm wearing jeans too." Weiss said, extracting her skinny jeans from the pile she had already discarded. She sat on the edge of her bed and began the arduous task of getting the damn things on her body. She was first stopped by her calves, where normally they would slide right over. She pulled the legs up like socks and yanked them past her knees. Her hands slipped and she smacked herself in the face. Yang and Blake creased over with giggles. Weiss gave them dirty looks and took a much firmer hold this time. There was no give in the denim to allow them to stretch over her bent knees.

Weiss stood, half-jeaned, and lunged over to the other side of the room, wiggling her bum so that the jeans climbed up by themselves. Weiss reached down to grab them again, hoiking the jeans over her thighs. They were meant to be her size, but her quads disagreed, and she could already feel the seams digging in. Weiss made a valiant attempt to get them up, but her lower glutes just would not fit. She hopped in place, with her fingers hooked into the belt loops.

"Weiss, I don't think it's gonna happen."

"It will," Weiss insisted, still jumping and doing little leg shakes to squeeze herself into the trousers. She lay on the floor and flapped her legs about, inching the jeans further up.

"Your butt is too big, it's all those squats, they're paying off."

Weiss sat up and used her arms to get to her feet. "Why didn't you warn me that it causes problems with jeans?"

It never occurred to Yang at all. She shrugged. "Why don't you wear some leggings or jeggings or something?"

"'Cos I wanna look turnt up."

"Well, then you'll have to wear a skirt," Yang said, licking her lips and daydreaming about Weiss' smooth legs. As she was thinking about how easily she could get access to Weiss' pussy in a skirt, Weiss triumphantly thrust her arms in the air, the jeans were over her butt.

"Never mind, I'm wearing jeans."

Yang looked her up and down. Her flies were open. "As much as that's a very sexy look, can you do them up though?"

"Should be able to, I got them this far, I'm not giving up now." Weiss tried and failed three times to get the button in its hole. The zip only went halfway. "Damn. I think I need to invest in some Peach Bum jeans." The brand was designed for fat-bottomed girls, but they would also be adequate for women that lift with lots of room in the seat and upper legs but with a regular sized waistband.

"Yeah, they're good. I've got a pair, but I think they'd be too long for you."

Weiss sighed in defeat. "Guess I have to wear a skirt then. Blake, you should wear the skirt I leant you so I won't be the only one."

"Why does it matter?"

"Because I don't want to be the only one with my legs on show." Yang turned to her to inform her of her current insanity, Weiss' legs were naturally lean and now that she had significant muscle, they could win awards, but Yang kept it to herself this time. She didn't want Weiss' ego to get bigger than her ass.

"Yang's got shorts."

"That's so not the same."

"Come on Blake, get your legs out. Otherwise, we will literally never leave."

Blake rolled her eyes but got changed anyway. She paired the skirt with knee high boots that made her look almost as slutty as Yang. Weiss picked up two skirts and put them against her waist in turn. Yang pointed to the one in her left hand. It was shorter, tighter, and would push her butt up into the coveted shelf that one could rest a pint on. Weiss slipped it on and nodded in approval at the shape of her peachy ass.

"One more drink for the road," Weiss was doling out the hard liquor already. Yang grabbed hers and swallowed the amber liquid. Weiss followed suit, and Blake took a sip of hers and put it down.

"Ok, ready. Let's go."

They opened their door, Pyrrha was standing there in a pale gold halter neck dress, with her hand up ready to knock. "I was just coming to find out how long you'll be. The cab is waiting."

It was a fairly noisy cab journey, as the six teens were easily excitable. The novelty of going out together for the first time had yet to wear off so everything was new and fantastic, even riding in a seven-seater cab. Yang and Blake were already tipsy from their pre-drinks, so Yang's was the loudest voice, and the alcohol had loosened Blake's tongue so she became much more talkative than normal. Sun was beside himself. Blake was all over him, probably spurred on by how many times she had to endure watching Yang and Weiss make out in front of her. Endure, like it was a hardship.

Jaune made a prat of himself at the entrance when he was the only one who was asked for his ID. The bouncer commented that he looked about 12, despite wearing his fanciest shirt with silver vertical stripes and the blue sports jacket he had inherited from his dad. It swamped him a bit, which didn't help to make him look anywhere close to his age. Weiss brought everyone to the bar with her to take orders for the first round. As they sat down, Sun, who had been up all night on a flight, yawned and that set the mood for the time being.

"So, is everyone having a good time?" Pyrrha was answered with vague and vapid agreements. "Great." Pyrrha sounded embarrassed to say that. Jaune and Sun tried to start a conversation about cars, but it stalled for too long and fizzled out pretty quickly.

"Weiss, please tell me you brought something with you to make this night more fun."

Weiss leaned in to whisper back, "I was going to tell you when we went to the bathroom."

"Coke?"

"Well, yeah, I have some of that too. But I thought you might want to try some methylenedioxymethamphetamine."

"What?"

"MDMA. Ecstasy."

Yang had never touched the stuff before. At least with coke, and definitely with the small amounts she had previously taken, the high could be cut off almost at will. Like if one had to sober up in front of law enforcement, for example. "Oh."

"Problem?"

"No, not at all."

"It lasts longer than coke, so we don't have to go in and out of the bathroom all the time, the queue here is horrendous."

Yang raised a skeptical eyebrow. "But we will anyway, for the coke."

Weiss gave a short laugh. "Yeah, probably. You on it, or what?"

Yang gave her a single nod. "Of course." So that was that. As soon as they could, they disappeared into the bathroom, sharing a cubicle because 'they're a couple now'. On the way in, Weiss bought two doubles with diet mixer, and to this she added the crystals of MDMA, sprinkled out of torn origami packets. She stirred it with her finger, which she then sucked clean. Yang tried to ignore how sexy it looked.

"Drink. All of it in one go."

Yang swallowed her fear that it would make her puke. "Well, bottoms up." Weiss clinked their laced drinks, tipping her glass up like she was taking a shot. To be honest, Yang thought it tasted like she was swallowing something she found on a chem lab floor like a couple of melted cola bottle candies floating around in battery acid. She was a little miffed that Weiss didn't warn her about the taste.

Yang coughed, it dried out her throat. "So what now?"

Weiss glanced at her watch. "Give it half an hour."

"Half an hour?" Yang was used to drugs that produced an almost instant effect.

"Could be quicker, I'm not sure. Wanna do a line of coke while we're in here?"

"I was hoping you'd say that." Yang winked with a lopsided grin.

Outside, Yang was raring to go like she was at the starting block of a big race. Her voice was loud and overbearing, but she created laughs with her good mood. The anticipation of the high was itself making her high. Once it actually kicked in, she turned to Weiss and they smiled because she knew from the way Weiss' pupils had exploded in size that they were both experiencing the same thing. There was a reason that it was called 'coming up' and Yang could not think of a better phrase for the rushes she was experiencing, as her serotonin levels rose unnaturally fast.

Her mind elevated to a higher plane and her body felt free and excitable. She could sense everything at 120%, the clothes she was wearing, the pounding bass coming from the floor, vibrating through her feet, the sweat trickling down her back, the little hairs on the back of her neck standing up and swaying in the breeze created whenever she moved, she felt everything and it was marvellous. She touched Weiss on the arm, and they held hands. Soon they were so close to each other that it was hard to tell where one of them ended and the other began. Yang was so in love with physical contact that she felt like taking all her clothes off so she could get more skin in contact with Weiss. Her hands moved of their own accord, running up and down Weiss' body, just as Weiss' hands did the same to her.

They kissed occasionally, but their mouths were mainly occupied chatting endless flows of bullshit. When they weren't talking, they were smiling deliriously and Yang felt her lower jaw twitch at odd angles, and she saw Weiss doing it too. They were never short of drinks, even though they were constantly moving, dancing, talking, hugging, they always made it back to the bar to get themselves some more. Weiss told her that alcohol would take the edge off, but Yang was sure that this 'edge' was definitely fully on and engaged maximally, judging by the intensity of everything she was feeling, seeing, and hearing.

Impossible though it seemed, Yang and Weiss ended up separated. They went outside to get some air, chatting to the people smoking in their little cordoned-off area. They stayed so long that Blake and Sun came out looking for them and also so Blake could have a cigarette or five. The two blondes started up a raucous conversation about sports, combat in particular, so Weiss and Blake turned their backs and let them get on with it. But when they looked around, the blonde pair were gone.

"What's up with you and Yang?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"You're on something," Blake leaned in to whisper, "something more than alcohol."

"Oh, what gave it away?"

Blake barely blinked but gestured to Weiss' face. Weiss clenched her jaw to stop it swinging. "You look wired. Your eyes are, like, crazy."

Weiss laughed, it did nothing to make her look less buzzing. "Are you asking me because you want in?"

Well, if everyone else was doing it… Peer pressure, the struggle is real. One corner of Blake's mouth curled upwards and she gave the tiniest nod.

"I knew you would join us sometime or another." Weiss realised afterwards how brazen she was being with the very illegal drugs that she was just waving about, for practically anyone to see. A big security guard hustled over to them, revellers either moved or were shunted out of his way.

"I saw you. Hand it over."

Weiss scrunched up her nose in annoyance. "Oh, shit." She felt sympathy for Blake that she did not even get to take the drugs before they were confiscated, but mostly she felt sympathy for herself for losing her precious drugs.

Weiss supposed he was being quite kind to her, to not remove her via the front door. Blake seemed to take it as a personal offense that she would not be able to make a scene in front of the people outside. Weiss rang all their friends who were still inside, but the reception was poor, and hardly any of their texts were getting through, while Blake chainsmoked in rebellion. Eventually, Jaune received a text and voicemail, and replied that he would come outside to meet them. They tasked him with informing the others and collecting everyone together so they could leave. Weiss was already Googoling a better place to go.

"Well, this is fucking shit," Yang said, when they were finally together.

"How was I supposed to know he was watching us? There was like a thousand people in the way."

"Ugh, we just need to get inside a club, or we are wasting the drugs that we got kicked out for."

"Hold your horses, while we're outside, let's spice things up a bit."

"What do have in mind?"

Blake flashed her teeth wryly and took out a small resealable plastic baggy, shaking it for them to see the green buds inside. More drugs, fantastic. As if they didn't have enough mind-altering substances in their systems already, they were going to add one more.

"For a second there, I thought you pulled out a bag of catnip."

Blake laughed. "How the fuck are you meant to get high on catnip? No, this is pure chronic, they call it white rhino."

"White rhino? You didn't happen to get that from a Faunus, did you?"

"It's just as good as any of your high school chemistry lab produced crystal meth."

"Who's got crystal meth? We're on molly tonight."

Blake groaned. "I mean, it's homegrown. At least I know exactly what's in it."

Yang and Weiss bit their lips and shared a glance. "Touché."

Blake licked the gum on the paper, and folded the skin over. It was not the neatest joint she had ever made, but it was smokeable. To be fair to her, she was outdoors and quite tipsy. She lit it up because roller's rights, and passed it to her left when she was done.

Yang took the spliff. "Hey, I know a poem about this."

"You know a poem?"

"What are you trying to say, that I'm not cultured enough to know a poem?"

Well, yes, that's exactly what Weiss was saying. She tutted. "Ok, fine. What's your fucking poem?"

"Roll, roll, roll the spliff,
Twist it at the end.
Light it up and take a puff,
Then pass it to a friend."

"Cute. Do you have any more butchered nursery rhymes, so you can say them now and I'll never have to hear them again? You're taking ages with the spliff, hurry up."

Yang snatched it away from Weiss so she could have one more toke. "Only one I can think of."

"Go on, what is it?"

"Mary had a little lamb,
It's coat was white and wispy.
Poor lamb caught foot and mouth disease
And now it's black and crispy!"

"Holy shit, just when I thought I couldn't hate poetry anymore than I do already."

"You hate poetry? Ok, bookworm, what happened that you hate poetry so much?"

Weiss squeezed her lips shut, holding in a huge lungful of smoke. Blake smirked. "I bet some guy wrote her some sappy, cheesy love poems, but he was a spotty, greasy thirteen year-old and ruined it for her." That summed up the paragraph about him Weiss had written in her diary, after the four very embarrassing attempts at poems about Yang.

"His poems were really good, that's what made it worse. I was dumb back then. He's younger than us, and he's a multimillionaire already, he made huge leaps in the prosthetic limb field after his brother lost an arm in the military."

"Well, it's not like you need to marry him for his money. Is he still single, by the way?"

"Shut up. He's not available for you, and neither is anyone else."

"So I'm stuck with you, huh," Yang said, putting an arm around Weiss' shoulders. She was only joking, but Yang could feel the jealousy emanating from Weiss. "You're the only one I want, Weiss. Seriously," she whispered.

"Good." Weiss put her lips on Yang's, making herself at home inside Yang's arms.

"Anyway, I was thinking we could set Ruby up."

"Now, there's an idea," Blake said, half-smiling thoughtfully. Pyrrha passed on the joint by shaking her head, Jaune took half a toke and choked on it. After a small coughing fit, he passed it to Sun.

"What kind of partner is Ruby looking for, anyway?" Sun said. He had not had the chance to get to know Ruby very well, mostly he knew things that Blake had told him. But Blake gossiped very rarely, she was probably the only person who Weiss knew who could keep a secret better than she could.

"Well, I don't know. She's not, as far as I know. She hasn't said anything to me. She doesn't ever talk about boys."

"Not ever? Not even once?"

"Well…" Yang raised one eyebrow and glanced directly at Jaune. He panicked and automatically sought Pyrrha for a shield but bounced away from her which left him standing, knock-kneed, and all alone.

"Maybe it's not boys she likes."

"Yeah, maybe it runs in the family."

"But I'm sure she does like boys," Jaune said. He was the proof. They even did the sex. Ruby liked it a lot, according to what she told him afterwards. He regretted that they did not make more of the time they had together.

"How would you know that?

"Yeah, but things can change. I didn't always like girls." Yang's hand tightened on Weiss' arm momentarily, reminding her that she was the one girl in particular that Weiss should like the most.

"True, and an excellent point. Yang, what does she talk to you about, if not boys?"

"Well, let's see. Uh, guns, school, Grimm, our dog. I'm gonna say guns again because she talks about them a lot."

"Surely there must be someone out there with similar interests to her."

Sun snorted a laugh. "Sounds like some of the guys I know. Not really the kind of people I would hook anyone up with, I'm just saying."

"Hey, it can't be just anyone. They have to have to have to be good enough for Ruby."

Weiss raised her eyebrows at Yang's double standard. Yang didn't seem concerned whether her own previous sexual partners were good enough for her, they were just good enough for now. "Oh, yeah? And who's going to be making that decision then?"

"Me, obviously."

"Well, that's going to be impossible. You'll have to lower your standards a bit if you really do want Ruby to get a date with a real, non-imaginary person. She could really like someone and be scared to tell you."

"That's ridiculous. Ruby tells me everything."

But hopefully not a single word of the diary that Weiss kept, and none of their conversation after the night of their arrest. Weiss gasped. "What if she's really into someone but she's not telling anyone because she's afraid we'll judge her."

"But we won't."

Weiss rolled her eyes. "We will, you know we will. But we wouldn't say anything to her face."

"Who does she like though? It can't be one of us, you know, the core group. I bet Ruby couldn't hide it at all, I don't think. If she liked one of us, we'd know. I'm guessing here, but it's still likely to be someone we know."

"If it's Neptune, I swear when I get back, I'm going to teach that girl a lesson."

"I don't think it's him."

"Better not be, he's a douche and so not her type."

"I thought you said you didn't know what she liked."

"Well, it's not that." Yang imitated one of Neptune's obnoxious selfie poses. "She's way too good for that fuckboy anyway. Thank fuck she didn't show any interest in him the last time he was here. I don't think there's any chance he would have hesitated if she had flirted with him."

"He is quite a smooth talker. He's not lying about being an intellectual. But anyway, this isn't getting us anywhere."

The spliff burned down to the roach, and they moved on. Having walked for what seemed like hours, they finally arrived at the place recommended by their fans. There were about 300 noisy people waiting outside the club. The bouncer wasn't playing ball, flat out refused to let anyone inside. The club was full, he kept repeating. It made Yang and Weiss feel like royalty when people in the queue began shouting their names and screaming at them, begging to get inside the club with them. They only came along because Weiss posted about the shitty club they got kicked out of, and then took a suggestion from a fan of the next club that was hot. She had not expected this many people to turn up.

"All these folk are here because of you?"

Yang turned to them and waved. The fangirlish screams deafened. "Yeah, here I am."

The bouncer opened the rope for them and half a dozen people behind them, leaving the rest even more desperate to get in. Over half their group were very drunk already, Yang and Weiss had at least three different drugs in their systems, four if alcohol counts. The party haze that engulfed them was thick with cannabis smoke and sparkling cocaine crystals, moist from drinks that dried a bit sticky on their top lips. Their new 'friends' brought with them a whole other level of rave, everything was taken to its furthest extreme. The moment they entered this club, they started to dance as the wine they had been drinking on the journey had to be downed quickly started to kick in.

Yang's hips moved hypnotically to the melody pumping out of the club sound system, and Weiss could not take her eyes off her butt. The bass dropped and so did Yang, straight into an ass-to-grass squat, and she began to shake her exposed buttcheeks, twerking to the beat. Weiss' panties were soaked as Yang wiggled her ass like she was trying to make it fall off. Weiss didn't believe that Yang could shake it any faster but then she pressed the gas pedal. Yang arched her back and put her hands on her knees as her legs were splayed, shaking her ass near the ground. She fit right in amongst the pole dancers and scantily clothed aerial contortionists hanging from chains and writhing about in cages. This club was sexed up, as close to a strip club as possible without actually being one.

Weiss had never seen Blake tipsy before, she had never really been anything more than hopped up on caffeine. But Blake with added wine loosened up enough to shimmy over to join Yang on the dancefloor. Usually, Weiss would never lay a hand on Blake. Ruby, yes. Yang, also yes. But never Blake, it was some unspoken rule between them that they never touched if at all possible. Turned out, drunk Weiss will do pretty much anything. Weiss danced squeezed in between Yang and Blake. Yang grinding into her butt with her crotch, Blake had her hands on Weiss' waist, and was close enough to kiss her. The DJ slowed it down for all the couples, but they left the dancefloor in favour of the bar; dancing was thirsty work.

By the time Blake had been served, Yang and Weiss had been kissing for a solid ten minutes. Seemed like they had given up on the bar, the queue moved around them. Yang didn't care for another drink though, the party in her panties was more hardcore than the delirious ravers around them, who were drunk and drugged up to the eyeballs. Weiss tucked Yang's hair behind her ear, moving closer and reaching up by teetering on her tiptoes. "I want to fuck you again. I want to fuck you now, lick your cunt and make you scream," Weiss whispered, using that husky, sexy voice that made Yang's cunt ache for attention. Yang gulped and wildfire began to spread through her, originating from her core, reaching all the way up to her cheeks. She glanced around, avoiding eye contact with everyone, and tried not to stare into space while fantasising about Weiss' mouth on her pussy. She barely managed to stay standing as Weiss licked and nipped at her earlobe.

"Let's get out of here, get a hotel room, order room service. While we're waiting, I'll handcuff you to a chair, and put on a little show for you, give you a slow striptease and lap dance. When I'm completely naked, I'll straddle your lap to kiss and touch you, but you won't be able to touch me back. I'll put my bare cunt inches away from your face, just out of reach. I'll make you watch me play with my pussy and finger myself until I cum right in front of you. Only then will I uncuff you so you can fuck me until I'm raw."

Yang was entranced, she had fallen prey to Weiss' wickedly seductive words, Weiss didn't even need to touch her to make her pant and sweat, Yang could feel herself pulse with urgent need. Her pussy was already so wet and hot, she wanted Weiss to bend her over the bar and fuck her right there, in front of everyone. She bit her lower lip at the thought of her friends watching as Weiss penetrated her with her fingers, now smiling and glancing between them. Her gaze lingered especially on the virginal redhead, the things she could show her, made Yang's pussy burn even hotter. Yang's mouth was arid, so she stole a drink from some man, and paid for it with a very sexy stare-down and a wink.

"What panties did you wear tonight?" she said, sharing the drink with Weiss.

"The black silk with diamonds." She felt them against her skin as she spoke about them, loving the fact that they were soaked through, they must be so sparkly right now.

"Take them off."

"Here? Are you fucking crazy?"

"In the bathroom, whatever. Take them off, they're in my way." Yang opened Weiss' legs with an insistent tug, and hooked her finger underneath the material of Weiss' thong, teasing the her fingertip over the soft lips of Weiss' pussy. Weiss' back was pressed up against a random queuer, he didn't seem to notice Weiss leaning on him as Yang pulled her thong down. They were now dangling off her feet, and she had no choice but to untangle herself and get them off. Yang grabbed them, took a big sniff, and chucked them behind her back. Weiss gaped as half of her favourite underwear set went flying overhead, sailing past the queue for the bar and then landed in someone's pint. The drink's owner got quite a big surprise, but there was no way of telling who the culprit was.

Weiss rearranged her very short skirt. She had obviously intended to keep her underwear on, and even then, she was mindful to keep her legs mostly closed to avoid flashing anyone her lady triangle. All that went out the window as Yang whispered in her ear while she toyed with her pussy. "This is your fault, you asked for this. I can't resist you. I wanna fuck you. I want people to know how good I fuck you, so put on a good show."

Weiss decided instantly. "Do it. Fuck me, right here." She purposefully forgot about the regrets she was already having. Weiss was too high on lust to give a crap.

Yang nodded and waggled a finger in front of Weiss' face then touching it to her lips to shush her. Yang relieved Weiss of her drink and led her out of the queue. Away from the bar was darker, the mood was murkier in the corner that Yang had chosen. Yang pushed her down on the deep armchair and forced Weiss' knees apart and raked her fingernails up her thighs. Yang bodyrolled to land directly on Weiss' crotch and twerked right on top of her. Weiss' brain was a splatter behind her. Her mouth hung open, gagging for Yang's pussy. In a flash of gold, Yang turned around and began to rub her perfect butt all over Weiss' lap. Yang was winding circles and figures of eight just above Weiss now, she finally woke up to the fact that this was a dance and she could join in too. Weiss sat up and placed her hands over Yang's undulating hips and they moved together to the dirty rhythm. Yang tossed her hair back over her shoulder, suspending her butt an inch from Weiss, tricking her into feeling the same erotic sensation as if she were being touched.

She popped her booty, shaking it obscenely above Weiss' crotch, as her powerful legs kept Weiss' legs spread wide open. Yang reached down to Weiss' hands, which were trying to direct her to grind directly on her lap, and threw them off. She shook out her hair, letting it flow down her back, distracting Weiss so she wouldn't expect to have Yang's very exposed cleavage shoved in her face less than five seconds later. Yang sensually caressed her chest for Weiss, over her flat, toned abs and all the way down between her semi-naked thighs until Weiss' tongue was hanging loose, thirsty as fuck. Yang cupped Weiss' face, and sunk her thumb in the corner of her mouth, pulling her towards her lips. Weiss was her puppet. She obeyed Yang's commands without question.

"Open your legs, and keep them open." Yang stuck out her tongue, and winked.

Blake felt the most fabulous she had ever felt, rocking her head back and laughing at a joke from one of Yang's fanboys, holding a flute of champers that had a comma in the price. Several of Pyrrha's own fanboys were crowding her a bit, Jaune was sweating and keeping a firm grasp on her. Pyrrha yawned, she'd already had her quota of drinks that she would allow herself, she was wondering when they might head home.

"Not for a while, darlin'. Party's still going strong," Sun said.

"It's only one, and we aren't gonna be able to move Yang and Weiss any time soon." Blake winked and giggled; she'd passed the point of tipsy now and doing the balancing act of not getting too pissed but staying merrily drunk. Slow, small sips kept her buzz topped up. Naive, and relatively sober, Pyrrha looked very confused, like no one had let her in on a juicy piece of gossip. "You haven't seen what they're doing, have you?" Pyrrha looked even more bemused than before.

"What who are doing?"

Blake threw a glance over her shoulder to Yang and Weiss. "Sorry, not sorry." She lurched forward, grabbing Pyrrha's face, and pulling her into an unsteady, unwilling kiss. Blake spun them around, creating a whirlwind that swept Pyrrha away. Blake felt her pull back, but changed her mind and leant into the kiss. That made it easy for Blake to control her, turn her, face her in the direction of what Blake wanted Pyrrha to see. She made the kiss a good one, so that Pyrrha's lips were still tingling when Blake backed off, and trailed a hand over one of her boobs. Pyrrha's mouth opened and closed, her brain was overloading. Two of her best friends, one of whom she thought wouldn't ever do something like this, were definitely fully engrossed getting some right here. They didn't seem to notice or care that people were watching. Pyrrha included, she stared and stared, and couldn't stop. The urge almost took her to go move Yang's great length of hair so she could get a better look at how Yang's mouth was pleasuring Weiss. Those smooth creamy legs were spread open, Pyrrha could only dream of the view that Yang was getting.

Suddenly, her blood had turned to fire and crashed against the inside of her skin, causing it to turn red. The bottom of her belly writhed and boiled, drawing all of her attention to the rushes occurring between her legs. She wasn't even aware of her friends surrounding her, almost in case she might faint. They kept a close watch on her reactions. The moment Weiss' eyes opened and looked over, the others couldn't help but giggle and turn their backs, but trying not to show that they were still watching too.

Yang noticed. She winked at Pyrrha when she saw the expression on the poor champion's face. Keeping her head to the side and a cheeky devilish grin on her lips, she let Pyrrha see her long wet tongue inch forward and touch Weiss' cunt. Yang could sense that Weiss was tempted to close her legs a little bit. She stretched them wider, and spread her pussy lips open. Pyrrha gasped so loud that Yang heard it. Weiss squirmed, eager to have Yang's tongue on her again. It somehow made it more obscene.

Weiss was going to cum in front of her friends and several complete strangers. So much for her squeaky clean image. It was too much for Pyrrha, she didn't wait for the finale. She hurtled to the bar, downed the nearest shot, apologising to the guy who bought it. She got another and another, and swallowed those too, following it up with a lemon slice. The next thing Jaune knew, her mouth, which tasted very much of tequila, was on him everywhere, particularly his lips.

"Take me home, Jaune." She hiccupped, and tugged on his jacket.

The others left as Pyrrha and Jaune called it a night, summoned a cab, and went home. It was probably best to get out of there before they drew any more attention to themselves. Weiss checked in on their profile, to see what happened to all the fans that had turned out for them before. She asked her followers where they could find a banging party, preferably one that was open late. Weiss relayed the good news of a house party in a mansion. They weren't expressly invited, but it was huge and lively (she'd seen the livestream), and the neighbourhood was so exclusive that hearing about it was basically an invitation.

Excited beyond measure, the party of four spilled into a cab, and set off to find this house rave. They were unforgivingly loud, their driver found them to be his worst customers of the night. Yang wished she had drunk more water, her throat was so dry and painful, and she complained about it until Weiss made the cab stop in a no parking zone so she could zip into a convenience store and got everyone some electrolyte drinks, and bottles of wine for the party.

They drove around for ages looking for the address that Weiss had been given. Turned out to be incorrect, and Weiss' ear was glued to her scroll, making frantic phone calls to her contact. In the end they thought 'fuck it', and had the very pissed off cab driver take them to the nearest place with a late alcohol license.

Unlike the last place, they didn't have the power of a crowd to get them inside, but the platinum streak on Weiss' credit card was their golden ticket, allowing them to jump the queue. The casino was bustling with drunk gamblers, the club upstairs was rammed with party-goers, all dressed to impress. Yang didn't remember much from inside the casino, she had the most fun outside with all the smokers. She befriended a group of attractive young men, as Yang was wont to do, who latched onto her like leeches once they found out who she was, and who she was dating. They knew of an actual party, and they knew exactly where it was, because Weiss had convinced them that they should host it at their place. They set off again, with a different group of fanboys, on the party trail. The house they entered was eerily quiet, but that didn't last long. The guy who owned it, flipped the switch, activating the lights and stereo to get the party restarted. Weiss' cocaine was all finished, she didn't really get into the party spirit until she managed to get through to a dealer who was willing to deliver to the door.

Weiss felt like Mother Hen as she shared out the new batch of drugs, while everyone was braying at her to be fed. Sun was desperate for something to keep him awake. He and Blake shared a pill between them. Weiss put a pill in her mouth, and gestured for Yang to come closer. Weiss put their lips together and her teeth snapped the pill in two and her tongue pushed one half into Yang's mouth. Technically, this was the fifth drug they were taking that night. It used to be par for the course for her to wake and bake after a night of partying to ease her hangover, but smoking slowed her down in the gym too much so she began to stay away from it, and drink less to alleviate her hangovers. 'Cos that worked out so well once she started going drinking with Weiss. Half a pill was a fairly modest amount, it was sensible after the cocktail of drugs they had already taken.

They walked together around the house, seeing everything for the first time with huge, dilated pupils, and commented on how wonderful and great everything was, the rug, the vase, the painting, a door. All of it was amazing. Ecstasy was also wonderful for intensely deep thoughts, and Yang's jaw spontaneously dropped when she heard the lyrics of the Achieve Men's cheery pop song about an ex girlfriend called Molly for the hundredth time, but this time under the influence. On the surface, it was a rowdy fast song about a lost love, but upon a second thorough listen, she noticed that there was no identifying context and the lyrics could easily be interpreted to be about giving up an addiction to party drugs, MDMA in particular. Weiss was amazed that Yang had figured something out, she was also stunned by the alternative view of the song. They turned their attention to each other, and spouted off continuous streams of compliments and flattery. She didn't know why, or how a drug could do this, but Yang found herself telling Weiss the unabashed, uncensored truth about how she felt about her. She lost count of how many times she used the word 'love', but Weiss didn't seem to mind and returned her sentiments without hesitation.

There was no doubt about it, ecstasy definitely lived up to its name. And Yang loved it, the drug was now by far her firm favourite. Happiness, euphoria, fun times, feeling good, loving everyone and everything, chatting like there's no tomorrow, all the hugs, it suited Yang down to a tee. All too soon, the peak was over, and they felt the high waning, so Weiss took out another pill, halved it to share, and chased it with a shot for good measure. After going to the bathroom for what seemed like the fourth time in one hour, and with their positive vibes renewed, they ended up outside in the garden.

"Oh my god, this fresh air is incredible," Yang shouted, taking in lungfuls of oxygen and waving her arms about so that she felt a cooling sensation where she was covered in sweat.

"The sky is beautiful tonight," Weiss said, looking up and then cast her eyes over to the cascade waterfall feature built into the decking. The whole thing was lit with a mesmerising rainbow of cycling colours which she could watch for hours. "Let's sit here and cuddle."

Yang nodded enthusiastically at Weiss' brilliant idea. They lay there and couldn't tell whether it was hours or minutes, until a yawning Sun and Blake dragged them away, so Sun could catch his flight home.


Ruby didn't have a chance to turn the light on before she tripped over something. Her hand pat the wall to find the switch, but she wished she had left the room in darkness. Her dorm looked like Nora had been using it for target practise. Yang, Weiss, and Blake had left all the closets completely empty, down to the last shoe. All available table surface area was covered in open bottles, cans, and unfinished glasses of alcohol, used make up, and ashtrays full of black cigarette stubs. The contents of the closets that did not end up on the floor, carpeted the beds, except Yang's bed which was in an extremely unmade state.

"I hate them."

Ruby kicked their shit around, she didn't care that she was stomping all over Weiss' dry cleaned clothes. Her finger jabbed into her scroll, dialling all three of their numbers in an emergency conference call. She wanted to summon her scythe and rip the room apart when she had to press redial. She let her scroll fly out her hand in a rage, but luckily the corner bounced off the floor and it landed in a pile of clothes. Ruby screamed at the ceiling. She started by picking out all her stuff, which they had felt the right was all theirs to go through, and borrow whatever they wanted and ask permission later. She would claw their eyes out for anything they stole. Her stuff went away in her closet; Ruby wasn't a neat freak like Weiss, but she wanted things back in the right place. The wardrobe was soon exactly how they found it, Ruby worked from memory, using her systems to order her clothing logically. There was less clutter in the room, so she could see more of what was left on the floor.

A noise of disgust burst forth from her mouth as she emptied each ashtray into the trash and collected up all the unfinished drinks for washing and recycling. Ruby hated them for making her do this, even if she was the best at it. Ruby cleared the floor to make it easier for her to sort out the beds. She found more empty bottles and every single one made her even more livid. Those punks were taking the piss, and halfway through, Ruby then decided that they deserved to be fucked with. She ripped off Yang's bedsheet and curled it up into a huge ball along with her scrunched up blankets and flattened pillow, and dumped the mess to the side of the huge wet patch on the mattress. Ruby gutted each wardrobe other than her own. She took out the rails, drawers, and shelves and built little forts on top of her teammates' stuff that covered their beds.

After this task was complete, she knew it was best to be asleep when they got back. Also, Ruby liked to sleep, she didn't want to be groggy in the morning. It's hard to be quick if one is tired. She would probably get woken up by them demanding an explanation for this weird prank, so this was her opportunity to get some extra rest before tomorrow. Ruby calmly changed into her softest pajamas, the ones that were worn in when she got them because they used to be Yang's, and got ready for bed. She tucked herself in with a note of sadness, and lay down her head. Determined wasn't the word to describe how Ruby felt about trying to go to sleep and her apparent inability to do so. She wished her inner voice would give up, but it kept bringing up harsh feelings that she harboured about her friends, and wouldn't just shut the fuck up. Frustrated tears kept coming, so she threw off the covers and picked up her scroll. It was nearly two already, they would be back soon. Sighing, she got out of bed, regretfully abandoning her chance for sleep. Now, she had to wait for their sorry asses to get home.

Blake made the least amount of noise along the corridor as she had the sense to take her shoes off. Yang and Weiss were attempting to stay quiet, but the walls kept getting up close and personal. Yang lost count of the times that her shoulder collided with solid objects. Weiss tried holding onto Yang for balance, the pair cackled like hyenas. But as neither of them were capable of standing upright, they stumbled into a doorframe, a plant pot, a fire extinguisher and finally a wall, closely resembling a jumble of arms and legs, faces close enough to breathe on each other. Blake winced at the bang that echoed down the corridor and travelled through the paper thin walls into the dorms of sleeping students. To make matters worse, they both thought it was hilarious and could not contain their laughter.

"Shhhh!" Blake hissed. She grabbed them both by the arms and made them walk in a vaguely straight line. They were all complete failures at the simple task of opening their dorm door, like the door knew they were fucked and refused to let them in until they sobered up. It took Yang and Blake over five minutes to work out that the scroll had to be switched on in order to work, even though the screen recognised that it was scanning something. Weiss supervised.

The rude security device was the least of their problems. As light filled the room, Ruby spun around on her desk chair to face them with a frown.

"Where the hell have you been?" Ruby had bloodshot eyes, a symptom of staying up so late, and thin, stiffened lips. "You said you were only going to be out until 2!"

"I was gonna call you, sis, but we were having so much fun and lost track of time," Yang said, brightening the room with her cheerful vibes and winning smile, faked though they were.

"You mean you got drunk and forgot all about me. I tried calling all of you, and none of you picked up! You could've texted me and told me you were ok."

Yang's smile failed. All of them were off their heads, their livers were about to be put through the gauntlet while they slept. If Ruby let them go to bed. "Don't worry, Ruby, we were fine. Went to that place in Chelsea first of all. It was kind of dead there, so we went some place else, think it was in Lancaster. We stuck together and we had a fun night."

"Is that so? Because I thought I saw Jaune and Pyrrha coming home at three o'clock. And they said they came from a place in Mayfair."

"Shit, were we in Camden before or after Mayfair?"

"The casino was after the topless bar."

"Oh my god, oh yeah. Ruby, I won the jackpot!"

"Really, you won?"

"Well, no. But I came this close." Most of her winnings had been spent on drinks anyway. Yang turned back to Weiss and Blake, who were swaying next to each other in the middle of the floor. "Where were we last? Was it Glastonbury? We definitely left a house party to come here," she stage whispered, while covering Ruby's ears.

Ruby batted her away and stood, hands on hips, between the drunk trio. "You guys are a bunch of shitfaced doodoo heads, and I hate you!"

Ruby's blustering, the devious glances exchanged immediately afterwards, and of course, their way over the top fuckedness were the combined cause of the smallest of sniggers to bubble up Yang's throat. The dam broke, and Weiss and Blake finally lost their battles with gravity and landed on the ground, belly laughing like their room was soundproofed. It wasn't. Yang fell to the wall laughing too hard and grabbed onto Ruby for support. The young leader threw her legless sister off. She swayed and collapsed onto the edge of Weiss' bed, gasping for breaths in between gigglesnorts.

"You three are a joke of a team, look at you, you're a mess. You have a lot of cleaning up to do before tomorrow." Ruby yanked a cardigan loose from the pile of crap on Blake's bed and chucked it at Weiss. It hit her in the face but she laughed and threw it back. She missed.

"Can't we just, you know, leave it, and go to bed? I promise we'll definitely tidy up tomorrow."

"Also, when you think about it," Yang was feeling drunkenly philosophical, her insightful wisdom, unbound by the constraints of science and/or logic, would surely be astounding, "It kind of is tomorrow." Wow, Yang, groundbreaking. Although, it was a fact that could no longer be denied as the sun had almost fully risen.

"No. You will tidy up today, or right now, or whatever you want to call it, while I go to bed. And don't even think about getting nasty when you think we're all asleep."

"What?"

"You heard me! In fact, I don't want you to sleep in the same bed anymore, it's getting ridiculous now. You each have your own bed, so use it."

"What?!"

"Just shut the fuck up and do as I say. I'm in charge here and I'm pissed at all of you, so what I say, goes."

"Well, fuck that," Weiss said, shoving the pile of crap on her bed onto the floor. "Get over here."

"If you go near her, I will tear you away by your hair." Blake warned, so Ruby didn't have to. She did feel sorry for their young leader, it wasn't fair that they were trampling all over her.

"Don't even talk about touching my hair, bitch!"

"Yeah, and don't ever threaten my girlfriend."

"Ohmygod, will you shut up?!" Ruby used her whistle. The three others were effectively gagged. "Yang, go sleep in your bed. Weiss, you sleep in your bed, and I don't want to hear another word out of your sassy drunk mouths." Ruby spun back around to face Yang with a furious look in her eye. "Any of you."

"But, our beds are covered in crap."

"Not. Another. Word." Ruby's hands were hooked in frustration, like she was holding herself back from throttling Yang. With her sister being so agitated and stressed, Yang cowered, she wasn't going to win this round. Ruby felt satisfied that she had been as angry as she needed to be, and thus reverted back to baseline sleepy Ruby behaviour, and yawned. Blake, ever the sensible one, ushered Weiss into the bathroom so she could remove her makeup and then came back to stare pointedly back and forth between Yang and her bed. Yang begrudgingly helped move all the shit on their beds. After piecing together and rebuilding the interior of each closet, they indiscriminately shoved everything inside, not checking what belonged to whom. It was good thing Weiss was in the other room, because Yang was sure that more than 50% of the stuff being thrown around haphazardly was hers and none of it was very clean anymore.

It didn't take long after they all passed out, for Weiss to climb up and crawl into Yang's bed. Blake was woken and rolled her eyes, but she didn't say anything. Yang remained undisturbed, so Weiss put an arm around her waist and settled in behind her. They were so dead to the world, that sunlight pouring in through the open curtains didn't wake them, even when Ruby made a private little song and dance about getting up around 8. She tutted loudly when she discovered that her rules had been ignored, but didn't have the heart to tear them apart. She wasn't ratty and tired anymore, so her mood had improved massively, even if her relationships with her friends were going South.

Weiss' face screwed up automatically, at the loudness of two familiar voices having an argument. She lifted her head from the pillow very briefly, to allow a little more sound into her ears. She recognised the voices as belonging to her good friends, Pyrrha Nikos and Jaune Ark. She couldn't imagine what they could possibly be arguing about, because their relationship was so flawless and perfect, probably due to the fact that they hadn't complicated things by reaching new levels of physical intimacy.

Jaune's voice sounded particularly shrill at this ungodly hungover hour of the morning. "Oh, so you remember the fact that I slept with Ruby, but not losing your own virginity?"

Weiss gulped. Well, shit.

"Jaune, this is all new to me. I don't remember getting home last night, but I do remember leaving and why. I don't remember any of what you're talking about, so I don't know if you're lying to try and trick me."

"Trick you? Pyrrha, I love you. I would never! How could I even trick someone like you?"

"If I don't remember it, technically, that makes me still a virgin. So we can wait for a length of time and do it for the first time, again."

"I think it makes you a terrible drunk. You can't be good at everything, so there we go, finally found something that I'm better at than you. You could learn a thing or two about sex, now that we're talking about it!"

Pyrrha's hand shot up to shield her gaping mouth as she gasped. "Jaune! That's an awful thing to say!"

"You forgot the first time we slept together, you don't get to be the judge of feelings and things."

"I- I'm sorry."

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! That's all you ever say. Sorry, I'm such a better fighter than you, Jaune. Sorry, I'm so much smarter than you, Jaune. Sorry, I'm going to overshadow you for the rest of your fucking life!"

"I'm so-"

"Don't say it. Just for once, instead of feeling sorry for me, could you at least try to understand me."

"Of course," she stuttered.

"Pyrrha, a lot of things happened last night, let's just say that things got a bit crazy. Yes, I lied to you about being a virgin. Ruby was my first, nothing will ever change that. She and I were great, but then I got with you and it was a whole different level of crazy, but it was all in my heart and I was only crazy about you. So I wanted you to think that the first time we would show our feelings for each other, it was just as special for me as I knew it was for you. Only it ended up that it wasn't special for you at all, since you don't remember it. You didn't even put any effort in, you just lay there!"

Oh, god. It was a mistake to eavesdrop on this conversation. Weiss screwed her eyes shut and hoped they would quieten down or move out of range. Weiss curled herself around Yang's sleeping form for safety, and also in sweet relief that they didn't have to go through the same shit as their friends. It sounded awful, the veil of virginal mystery that Pyrrha had worn as a shroud for the past year was gone. Jaune had ripped it away to reveal the ugly truth. Pyrrha was red hot in almost every aspect, hair, talent, smarts, physique, but apparently she was as limp as a wet noodle in the bedroom. Which was a shame, a real shame. Luckily for her, Jaune loved her unconditionally and this little spanner in the works was probably not going to affect their lovey-dovey big picture in the long run. Short term, however, Weiss wished them both dead so she could get some more shut eye in peace and not have to think about Jaune's penis.

Yang woke up alone, and still tired. She felt like she had been asleep for at least a decade, but she knew that she phased in and out of rest, her mind stubbornly staying active all through what remained of the night and most of the morning. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up, glad that it was a Sunday and she was wise enough not to take the Sunday morning supervision. Her body was knackered, and her brain revolted at having its elevation changed so rapidly so she lay down again. She felt rather delicate, although nothing too bad that she couldn't function. Yang stared wistfully at the door which was slightly ajar, but in the end, she closed her eyes for a mini-nap.

She was not ready to get out of bed quite yet, so she yawned deeply and propped herself up. Thinking of the amazing hot breakfast that Beacon cafeteria provided on weekends, she lazily checked the latest news on Scrollmates. At the bottom of an article about the night of her arrest, and she was relieved to find that the story censored out anything to do with her or Weiss' involvement, it showed Ash's mugshot and the fact that he was being transported to Winchester Prison in North Vale to await sentencing. She supposed she should be relieved, a dangerous criminal finally off the streets, but since she knew Ash as a person, it made a weird sense of guilt bubble in the pit of her stomach. She swiped the article away and went back to her news feed to find something happier to look at. Their latest photo had amassed almost thirty million hearts, which had to be some kind of record, so it took her some time to dismiss all the notifications of comments letting her know how cute and fabulous they were. As if she needed to be told.

Only when she had completed that task, did she notice the time of day. It was just gone 11am so she had missed the wonderful breakfast she had been dreaming of since she woke up. She let loose a string of harsh swears at herself for being so stupid, and rushed to change into her outfit. She was jogging out of the door, worried that for the first time in memory, she had missed breakfast entirely.

She tripped over flat ground, and bumped into any obstacle that was in her path, inanimate or otherwise. At least three times she was told to watch where she was going, with varying degrees of rudeness, but all she could do was mutter apologies and scuttle past. She almost barged through the rest of her team at the cafeteria doors.

"Yang, you look stressed. What's up?"

"She's hungry. I thought you might like this." Weiss pulled out a polystyrene takeout box from behind her back and opened the lid for Yang to see inside. Sausages, bacon, scrambled eggs, hash browns, fried tomatoes and mushrooms, baked beans, and four slices of buttered toast were the items of the the feast laid before her purple eyes which went wide with shock. She would get to experience her precious breakfast after all.

Yang grabbed the box of food, feeling famished. "Oh my god, I love you." Yang and Weiss both gagged. Ruby and Blake exchanged looks and held their breath.

"Did you just..."

"I think I was definitely talking to the breakfast."

"You're such a Meathead. Only you would get so excited over a bit of food."

"This isn't just any breakfast, Wino. This is the best breakfast in Remnant, and you brought it to me without me asking. So forgive my enthusiasm, I'll try to rein it in next time." Yang's sarcasm was sharp and to the point, and it earned an irksome glare from the heiress. "So what did you eat?"

"Quad shot, double cream, skinny pumpkin spice latte, dash of cinnamon, with four pumps of caramel syrup and whipped cream and chocolate flakes." Weiss probably did not even know how basic she sounded, double cream with skinny milk? Yang slow blinked in disbelief at the ridiculousness of the heiress' coffee order. The overworked barista that served Weiss probably had a secret desire to murder her every time she approached for the sheer audacity to order such a complete and utter diabetes time bomb on a daily basis.

"That's not food, Weiss. I thought we talked about this."

"I'm hungover and I'm having the same massive come down that you are, dipshit. Eating would only make me feel sick." Weiss took a big gulp of her second 'coffee' of the day. Her 20 ounce cup contained 500 calories at least, not including the sweetened whip or other toppings.

Yang sighed and resigned herself to the fact that she would have to be with Weiss all the time to slap shitty food out of her hands. "I still have a lot of work to do with you."

"I liked you better when you were grateful for the breakfast."

It occurred to Yang that she hadn't yet said thank you. She opened the lid and took a big sniff of the meaty and fried food aroma and her eyes did the rest. Weiss' expression softened, knowing she had given Yang an excellent gift and made her extremely happy. Yang held the breakfast to one side so she could give Weiss a thank-you kiss.

"Well, one thing's for sure. The way to Yang's heart is through her stomach." Ruby only spoke up as she felt like it was safe to talk again after the whole 'I love you' debacle. They all laughed because it was so true. The next thing Yang knew, her hand no longer held the weight of her breakfast. Cardin 'Scumbag' Winchester had swiped it to the ground. The food went flying, all the fried goodness splattered on the path, the bacon couldn't be saved.

"So, Schnee, seems like your type is dumb blonde." Cardin had that cruel look in his tiny, squinty eyes and a sneer adorned his mouth.

"It is not!" said Weiss and Jaune, who passed by at that very coincidental moment.

"Are you guys dating? Like, two girls dating? What do you do for sex? What's it called again? Scissoring? Is that what you do, huh?"

"Wouldn't you like to know? Why are you so interested in our sex lives, Cardin? Is it because you lack one of your own?" Weiss wanted to give Yang a high-five for that bitchy backhand of a comeback.

It took him a moment to realise the burn. "Wha- Shut the fuck up, you dirty diesel dyke."

"Dyke? Is that the best you can come up with? Puh-lease. You've had no girlfriends or boyfriends, and you're probably a virgin because your dick and brain are the same size as your playa credentials."

"You don't know what you're talking about, I've had sex at least twice. My dick is fucking huge, you'd probably choke on it."

Yang spun around and drew herself to her full height. Her glowing eyes reached only to his chin, but her shoulders looked proportionally much bigger than his, and his friends took a strategic step back so they were not in the firing line. "Dude, I've had sex more times than you've had hot dinners."

"That makes you a huge dumb blonde slut then."

"So what? You say that like you're not jealous of the game I've got going on. I get what I want, when I want it, and with whom I want it, which is more than I can say for you. You pathetic little shits can only dream of the power I have. I literally have thousands of admirers, guys practically throw themselves at me, left and right. I've never even seen you with a girl, not once, at least not one that you're not bullying or threatening in some way. Maybe if you weren't such jerks to every girl you meet, one might actually consider sleeping with you without being drugged up to the eyeballs. Oh, wait, I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to know that." Weiss was behind Yang, doing an imaginary cheer for her, praising how she was effectively kicking their asses without actually laying a finger on them.

"Hey, shut up! People are gonna hear you!"

"Dove was so nervous that he drank from his victim's glass and ended up blacked out in the courtyard fountain. Ha, I bet you didn't even remember doing that."

"Fuck you!"

"In your dreams, loser."

"Don't you walk away from me, dyke, we're not done yet."

"Bite me, frat boy."

"Come back here and fight me like the man that you are!"

"Oh, really, you want to fight me, do you? Do you know who I am? How dumb can you be, challenging me is a huge mistake. You should know that from the last time I kicked your ass in combat tutorial."

"The only mistake is thinking you'll win."

"Try me. Hit me, I dare you. If you even can, that is." Yang pointed her chin out, giving them an easy target. Not that it would help them.

"Yang, wait. Don't attack them first." Blake had watched everything like a hawk, and pulled Yang back at the opportune moment.

"But they're asshats!"

Unbeknownst to Yang, Weiss had drawn her rapier and, with an icy glare, she stabbed the tip into the ground. A large glyph appeared beneath Team CRDL, and they came to a halt, frozen, but not by ice. Weiss' insanely powerful glyph had enclosed them in an alternate time stream to the rest of the world, proving that the adept Dust-user was not to be trifled with, especially if you fuck with her girlfriend.

"Aww, Weiss, that's cheating," Yang complained, but with a cheeky grin tugging on her lips.

Weiss jabbed the pommel of Myrtenaster into Cardin's groin. He didn't respond, merely remained statuesque, but he would catch up to the blow soon enough. "I know you could've taken them all while blindfolded and with one-hand tied behind your back, but I think we should avoid being caught getting into more trouble."

Yang knew it was right to skip making a scene and possibly damaging school property and, yet again, ending up in Goodwitch's office. She shrugged and joined in the beating, giving crotch kicks and gut punches to the Team CRDL statues. Blake looked around cautiously, before laying punches on each of their mouths, and spat in Cardin's face. No one saw what Ruby did because she did it at super speed, but she had an extremely smug grin on her face afterwards. Weiss tossed a vial of the infamous red Dust in the centre of them, the flare of the explosion freezing mid-bang.

Team RWBY walked away laughing. They put a decent amount of distance between them before Weiss spun her sword and the flow of time returned to normal. The thumps and thuds of their delayed assault and the resultant pained shouts were immensely satisfying, and the explosion and tremor that followed was the sweetest icing on the cake. They had their scrolls out filming as the thuggish brutes screamed like toddlers in the midst of a gigantic tantrum and flailed about madly, with their clothes on fire. Not a single member of Team CRDL was wearing pants and Ruby found this hilarious, guffawing as they stumbled in their haste and tripped over trying to tear their flaming pants from around their ankles. Yang and Weiss howled with scathing laughter when a butt-naked Dove voluntarily leapt into the fountain to douse the fierce flames, and the others jumped in too, sizzling in the cool water.

Cardin's head twisted so he could glare at Team RWBY. He rose out of the water, hell-bent on exacting revenge for the humiliating prank, but he felt a breeze on his ballsack and he was attracting a lot of laughter. The tighty-not-so-white-anymore-whiteys he was wearing had been singed, creating a hole that usually covered his vital area and upon realising, he hid himself with his hands and sat back down, out for the count. Hundreds of people saw the whole debacle pissed themselves laughing and took pictures. Cardin Winchester, whether he liked it or not, was about to go viral and become a meme.

"Looks like those boys really went up in smoke."

"Man, they've had it coming for ages, but I'm glad we got to them first."

"Yeah, their egos took a real beat down."

"Woo! Yay us! Team RWBY one, Team Scumbags nil."

Blake looked over her shoulder and checked her scroll. "Well, that was fun, guys. I'll see you later."

"Where are you off to?"

"Just gonna chill with some people. See ya." The last thing they saw of Blake was her black scarf trailing away into the distance.

"Ok, so, apparently that's a thing. What are we doing about it?"

All eyes were on Ruby. "Let her do want she wants." Ruby got less complaints that way, but she wasn't happy about it. "What are your plans?"

"Not sure yet."

"Recover," Yang said firmly. "I need to eat something." Yang acknowledged the pun potential of her statement, and said them all to Weiss by winking at her. Weiss smiled despite pretending to be annoyed.

"Cool, let's go to the mall. I can get some parts that I need."

By the time the trio were stepping out of the main campus gate, Yang's patience was already wearing thin. It was such a shame that Ruby decided that now was the time to chat away passionately about anything and everything she had held inside while her friends were too busy for her. When they sat down for their meal, Ruby became as annoying as software updates. She ordered herself a three-course meal purely of desserts, while Yang ate her huge club sandwich with everything, and a superfood smoothie on the side. Weiss was only going to have more coffee, but Yang deliberating whether to have the sandwich or a huge portion of pasta whet her appetite so she joined them to eat. Yang observed carefully as she decided what to order, she did a mini victory dance when Weiss ordered a fish fillet, altered to be grilled and not fried in butter, with a baked potato and a large salad. Weiss opted to take a photo of her food, and posted that instead of a selfie. There was only so much her beautifying editing suite could do, and Yang agreed that it was best to keep their hangovers private.

They let Ruby talk at them, not that they could stop her, but it helped to keep their minds off their livers protesting the fact that it had to clean so much poison out of their bodies. Yang and Weiss felt a lot better after their meal, they had gotten their detox off to a good start. They wasted a few hours in the shops, Ruby led the way, while Yang and Weiss trailed after her, with their puffy panda eyes hidden behind large, round shades. Weiss made no secret of how relieved she was when Ruby decided it was time to go home, and Yang inwardly agreed, but she had started to smile along with her sister. There was no sign of Blake when they got back to their dorm, but there was a pile of boxes waiting for them outside the door.

Weiss knew immediately what the delivery was, she had spent many hours reading some informative and some equally uninformative articles about the products she had ordered. She decided she had gleaned enough from reading between the lines of the sales pitch and the more unbiased independent review of each substance. Being Weiss, she couldn't just leave it at that, she had to go deeper, searching the company registry for the reliability of the corporations behind the manufacture, how long they had been in operation, scrutinising the balance sheet for an indication of turnover and profit. The few brands that passed her stringent requirements coincidentally all had one thing in common - they were owned by a holding company from Atlas, which, surprise surprise, paid large dividends to the Schnee Dust Company. She doubled checked the certificates of purity, making sure none of the credentials were faked. It would be so typical if she later found out that there had been Dust-doping scandals involving the products she was buying, but she stopped short of emailing head office to ask for the regulatory audit report.

Weiss knifed open the cardboard, taking out the packing filler, to get to her prize. Pill bottles rattled as she arranged them on her bed, logo up. Yang peered over her shoulder at all the goodies she had pulled out of the box.

"Wow, you really went all out. There's everything here."

"I did a bit of research and got what I think I need."

"You don't need this stuff. I don't use it," Yang said, picking up and shaking a bottle of pills as if she expected something different from a rattle.

"Yeah, but apparently, it helps. So I'm trying it."

Yang stared at the shiny label with an energising slogan, trying not to be attracted to words like 'Xtreme' 'BEASTLY' and 'Anabolic'. "Hey, do you think I could borrow some?"

"No need. I got you your own box, of course." Weiss tossed her another box. Yang opened the flaps and dug through the packing peanuts, pulling out bottles and jugs of workout supplements.

"Whoa, what is all this stuff?" Ruby said.

"Sis, you won't believe it. Weiss has become a bodybuilder. Look who's the meathead now."

"What?!"

"Yeah, look what she got me."

"Creatine? Glutamine? Are these steroids?"

"No!" Yang and Weiss shouted together.

"Creatine is a natural amino acid produced by the body, as is glutamine. Both increase training results through different pathways, creatine is an instant energy source for muscle tissue, helps you to train longer and harder. Glutamine restores the sapped energy in your muscles when you're done, your body converts it into glycogen and stores it in your muscles, excess is stored in the liver as back up."

"Oooh, look at you, with your scientific facts and physiology knowledge."

Yang was more than impressed with Weiss' new knowledge. "She's right, though, Ruby. I don't even know enough to tell whether there's anything missing. Oh hey, another box."

"Oooooh, I wanna open something!"

"Shit, Ruby, it's meant to be for-"

Too late, Ruby tore open the plain brown packaging and out of it spilled several plastic wrapped dildos. "Damn, Weiss, what are these?"

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing that you need to think about." Weiss made a diving leap to grab the phallus that Ruby had picked up and begun inspecting. She knocked the younger girl over and they landed on the floor in a tangle of limbs.

"Well, fuck me," Yang said to herself, as she tidied away the dildos and vibrators to quickly get them out of sight. She smirked as she supposed that's exactly what Weiss was planning. Similar to the supplements, Weiss went all out. There was everything, rabbits, double-sided, glass, ribbed, vibrating, big, small and checking the box again, there was a black harness stuck in the corner. Looking at it made her heart beat faster, oh, the fun she and Weiss would have with this. She pulled it out and a tiny box fell out with it. Inside was a bullet that claimed to have three levels of intensity and ten vibration patterns and most importantly, a remote control setting. She slipped it into her pocket.

Weiss and Ruby were rolling around and wrestling on the ground, Weiss was desperate to wrench the black, shiny dildo away from Ruby. Yang could've intervened, but she was more than amused watching Weiss try to get the better of Ruby. Yang and Ruby used to playfight like that all the time back when they were kids, except not over a dildo, clearly. Weiss was on top, but that changed in about 30 seconds, as Ruby squirmed her way out from under her. Ruby belly flopped on top of Weiss, flattening her and quickly gained control of her limbs.

"Ha, pinned ya." Ruby held the shrinkwrapped dildo behind her back, and moved easily to get away from Weiss and her grabbing hands, while she sat on Weiss' hips.

"Little help?" Weiss appealed to Yang.

"No way," she said, leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded while she watched the entertainment. Yang wasn't a seasoned gambler, but she'd bet that the odds were close between Weiss and her sister, even though Ruby's only past playfight opponent had been Yang who played pretty rough, let's be honest.

"You want this?" Ruby taunted, showing it to Weiss and then switching hands when Weiss reached for it. Weiss heaved Ruby off and over again, so she was on top. Ruby had her prize underneath her in a death grip and she held Weiss away with one hand on her face. Weiss did the only thing she could think of and tickled Ruby under the arms until she gigglesquealed and jerked frantically to get away from Weiss' cunning fingers. Ruby only had one hand to defend herself with, so it wasn't going well for her. Weiss had access to all her ticklish parts, and she was taking full advantage. It looked a lot less one-sided now that Weiss had figured out Ruby's one great weakness. Somehow, Ruby managed to roll them over yet again and held the dildo high above Weiss' reach.

Weiss was getting flustered and grumpy, she had definitely lost her cool a while ago. Yang thought she should put her out of her misery soon, but Weiss growled and planted her feet flat on the ground, using her glutes to throw Ruby up and off her. The leader yelped as she went into the air, and her hands flailed wildly as she tried to catch her balance. Weiss snatched the dildo and tossed it to Yang. Her eyes went wide as dinner plates when she saw the size and style of this dildo, it was massive, her hand barely made it halfway around, and it had realistic veins all the way to the tip which was carved into a helmet, and a pair of massive balls at the base. "Whoa."

Ruby and Weiss untangled themselves, and Yang quickly hid the dildo behind her back. Ruby faced her sister. "Yang, what is that?" Yang didn't have time to answer because Ruby was sneak tickled on the sides of her waist and she crumpled to the floor. Weiss occupied Ruby by not letting her breathe, she was in fits of teary laughter so Yang could side step and keep her back away from Ruby. Silly of them really. Ruby had already seen it, she'd already held it, she knew what it was. She wasn't that naive, not like Pyrrha. It was probably best to hide some of the more exotic toys, the less Ruby thought about the two of them going at it, the better. Her recent clingy, controlling behaviour was getting on their nerves, and they would sneak away to make out and make up more excuses to get away the next time.

All the sex toys were put away, so Weiss passed a sly glance over to Yang, as an indication that they needed to ditch Ruby. "Uhhh, I'm headed out to get some, uh, food. Weiss, are you coming?"

Weiss couldn't be less impressed with Yang's attempt at a lie. They'd just come back from brunch. "Sure, let's go."

Yang turned to Ruby, preparing a long list of excuses of why Ruby couldn't come with them this time. The younger sister rolled her eyes and gave her a glare that pierced right through Yang's cock and bull story. "Just go."

They went only five steps before linking hands and talking about Ruby as if she couldn't hear them. When they turned around, they saw only the rose petals Ruby left behind. Yang stopped suddenly, feeling a strong buzzing from between her boobs. Weiss felt it too, and heard the familiar klaxon of the Beacon Command incoming message alarm. Weiss checked her notification and opened it instantly. "Our results."

"Good luck, not that you need it."

"FAIL?!" Weiss twitched like her body was about to turn inside out. "How the fuck did we fail? I never fail. I worked so hard, and so did you. There must be some mistake." She was too shocked to process the fact that she had not reached her usual standards. Yang backed away, she could tell Weiss was beginning to freak out.

Yang chewed her bottom lip. "Uhh, come to think of it, we probably could've spent a bit more time in the library."

"Ruby passed and I've never seen her in the library."

"That's because she doesn't have an indoor voice. I can't believe I failed. Again. After all that." Yang's forearms grew a roadmap of veins as she clenched her fists and let out a grunt. "Blake's gonna be so mad at me. I promised I'd work harder, I failed her more than anything."

"What about me? I've been tutoring you, and I thought I was doing so well, I'm sorry I clearly wasn't good enough." She gasped. That had never been true, ever in her life. Sometimes she fell slightly short of the best, but she was always good enough according to normal, non-Schnee standards. "Shit, I've never failed an exam before. My lifelong perfect record of straight As is ruined."

"Don't worry, you get a second chance. We have two days to prep for the re-sit. It's not nearly as bad the second time."

Weiss let out an irritated grunt, she was still pissed off that she would have to take the test a second time at all. "Yeah, but I'm sure Blake and Ruby will be thrilled that they have to do this all over again. They did fine the first time. This is shit, total shit. I demand a recount."

"It doesn't work like that." Yang pulled apart Weiss' crossed arms and sighed. "I'm sorry I got you into this mess, but in my defense, I told you so."

Weiss shook her off. "Don't be sorry. I'm pissed at myself. It was my responsibility to make sure you passed, and I can't even pass the damn test myself. Father's going to be so angry. No, worse, he'll be pleased and say I don't belong here. I hope it doesn't go on my permanent record, you said there's a second chance."

"Yeah, in two days. They recycle questions all the time, there's a chance that you'll already have all the answers." Yang hoped that would pacify her, and put a stop of her loud and obnoxious worrying. But just in case, she slipped in behind Weiss and embraced her in the sweetest cuddle. "I'm sorry I fucked up." The first, and hopefully the last time she would ever have to say that to Weiss.

Weiss let go of her anal retentive irritability. "Me too. I guess that'll teach me that hard work beats talent, unless talent gets up and goes to lectures instead of caring about likes and being famous on Scrollmates."

"I think we should stop that for a little while anyway, or at least let it cool off a bit. As awesome as it was having loads of people that followed us like fans, I don't want them to do it again. It was a bit creepy."

"I agree. We should change our profile, maybe put a notice on our front page."

"I think we should get another account with a new name. I know the glamour shots ended up getting the most likes on our page, but, otherwise, it was basically about us and our videos, so why not make a separate page just for that. Make the other one purely for photo shoots."

"But that's our brand, people buy into it already," Weiss said, thinking of the growing number of likes that she had to achieve with every major post, otherwise she would not be satisfied.

"Yeah, but I don't want people to judge me, the person, from those photos. Let that be the brand, so I can just be me. We get those pervs who think that I should be naked all the time, even when we're just messing around on camera. If we had a thing for close friends and family only or whatever, that would be better. The videos that we think are cute, they're the least popular anyway."

Weiss frowned very seriously because every word that Yang spoke was the truth. "There are people that will complain that we don't post those videos anymore, and spread even more hate. I know bad publicity is good publicity, but we can't take something away from our fans that they enjoy. The peasants will revolt."

"Fine, then. Make the new page public, but I'm not posting that we're doing this. Let word spread. Hopefully that'll weed out some of the trolls from the true fans."

Anything that got rid of online trolls was a damn good plan in Weiss' book. "Do you have an idea for a name, what are we gonna call it?"

"It's us, so ΩFreezerBurn?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure I like it."

"Oh come on, I think it suits us. Freezer." She pointed to Weiss and that insufferable but cute grin was back. "Burn." She flipped her hand and jabbed her thumb into her upper chest.

"I suppose it does play into how, on the outside, we're complete opposites."

"See. You do get it. It's clever, huh." Like a pun, nudge nudge.

"Well, if we're going to do this, let's do this properly. I think we should re-design ΩBeaconBabes, make it really upmarket, or sell it."

"Sell it? Hold up, why are we suddenly talking about that?" Before Weiss could speak, Yang interrupted herself. "How much do you think it would be worth?"

"Well, I don't know, but there's like 80,000 Lien sitting in an account I set up. From ad revenue. It's technically ours, but if we withdraw it, we have to declare it to Inland Revenue."

To Yang, that was a shit ton of money, and they had made it in a little over a month. If it kept up, they would be sweet for life. She felt like a millionaire, and millionaires definitely keep their cool about large sums of money, but she had to ask, "What does that mean?"

"We'll have to pay tax on it. I'll have to do some research, but I want to invest it. Put it away in a savings bond. I've seen my father do it a thousand times, then his financial and accounting teams wave their magic wands, and he pays less tax than a crooked nightclub owner."

"Are you proud of that or something? With how much he earns, shouldn't he pay up his share?"

"He thinks he's a genius, and he knows it isn't fair. I've never spoken up about it because I know what he'll say. Look, I know there's a legit way to do all the things my father does. There're many ways to make our money work for us, we only need a bit of patience."

"How much patience?" Yang narrowed her eyes.

"Like, we could retire early. Nobody said we had to be Huntresses forever."

Yang's mind went quiet. Ah yes, the period of time after graduating and becoming a professional Huntress. She'd probably gave about ten second's thought to it when she decided to apply for Beacon. Beyond that, was a grey area. Retire? They hadn't even begun their careers yet.

"I don't think this is the right career if you want to get rich." A successful Huntsman was a non-dead one, not one with great wealth. Although, some had managed to achieve it, affluent Huntsmen were rare.

"I'm not doing it to get rich, obviously. I'm a Huntress because that's what I want to be."

"But-"

"Think about it, I could do anything, literally anything, I wanted. I chose this. I'm not in it for the money, I'm in it for the satisfaction of knowing that I put my talents to good use in order to help people. Which I would do without monetary gain, anyway. Don't look at me like that, I know it's not like I'm poor but, wouldn't you be happier if money wasn't a major concern in your life?" Everyone wanted that, deep down. Yang couldn't deny it. "I obviously don't need it. You earned that money, it's yours if you want it."

"But I wouldn't have got it at all without you. I wanna do your thing, what you said."

"This is the best decision you've ever made in your life. Thank you, for trusting me." She kissed Yang on the cheek. "Oh, except for deciding to date me. That better be number one."

Yang chuckled. Weiss was right, but a bit cheeky to mention it. Yang picked up the bottle that they were saving for a special occasion and got the ice bucket.

"Oh. What's this for?"

"I'm fucking rich, and I had no idea. This is a cause for celebration." Yang struggled with the foil and the cage, but the cork popped with satisfying loudness. The champagne over fizzed, and Yang began the night by drinking straight from the bottle, before she lost any more bubbles to the floor.