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This is quick and easy stuff I mostly write during my downtime at work. Full chapters of my other fics will be posted soon.


Qrow stared in disbelief at the parade of bottles lined up on the table in front of him. Normally, he would call it a good day if he was able to drink that much without getting kicked out of the bar.

For once, however, the drinks did not belong to him.

"Okay Ice Queen, I think you've had enough."

Large blue eyes looked up at the man standing above her and glared. "I'll tell you when I've had enough, old man," Winter slurred. As she spoke, she poked Qrow's stomach with a finger, the motion almost causing her to fall out of her chair.

Qrow sighed and tried not to laugh at the Specialist. Ordinarily she was prim and proper, a serious soldier that could give just as well as she could take. Although Winter was dressed in civilian clothes, her hair falling out of her normally pristine bun, Qrow still found her beautiful.

"Yeah, okay, up you go." Strong hands gripped Winter's forearms and tried to lift her up out of her chair, but for some reason she wouldn't budge. Even drunk, she was stronger than she looked.

Winter laughed and stood, swaying a bit. "Can't make me leave~" she taunted in a sing-song voice. Qrow had to admit, she was kind of cute after she'd had a few. But, Winter needed to be cut off, drink some water, take some aspirin, and get some rest.

"Oh yes I can." Before Winter could reply, she found herself being lifted up and tossed over Qrow's shoulder. Walking through the crowd of whistling and cheering bar patrons, Qrow carried her out the door and didn't set her down until they reached the sidewalk.

Wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her steady, Qrow looked around for a cab. "You need to go to bed."

Winter chuckled and lifted a finger to boop his nose. "I always knew you wanted to get me into bed with you."

"I have, several times."

"Pffft, yeah, in your dreams."

Qrow sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with a thumb and forefinger. "Winter, we're married."