Club Fate was the newest venue in the village. This was the after hours club after the grown and the responsible retired and nestled in their quilts for the night. Revelers who remained weren't looking for simple dancing and conversation. Adventure was a must. Excitement, debauchery, anything their greedy hands could acquire in order to fill their brain of disinfected malcontent. Club Fate was also the location where Jaune Arc could be found. Music blared loud from the speakers. Smoke filled the atmosphere. Dancers and party goers sweating and grinding to the rhythm of EDM. Rainbow-colored strobe lights bounced throughout the place. An interesting view, Jaune may add, but he wasn't here to enjoy the scenery.
With his glass of Wild Turkey in his hand and a cigarette in another, he sat on the sofa as he tried to relax. He didn't like loud noises. That was why he didn't enjoyed going to clubs. Too congested, full of people who participated in these events in search of these things: drugs, alcohol, and hooking up. Looking back, he wondered why Nora and Lie Ren were so hellbent of his going. Were they really his friends? Did the duo really care about him? He took another sip of his glass of liquid courage. The alcohol was just icing on the cake on the deed that answered his previous questions. Friends don't allow friends to sleep with one's crush. Friends don't allow friends to film their misadventures. I thought I had friends. Friends who I have claimed to be my siblings. I didn't find such friends in the end. He spilled a smirk as he shook his glass. They did however found the end of my knife. A wonderful way to sever a friendship. Friend, sever, get it? Do you get Nora? Do you get it Lie Ren? Sever? Sever? I amuse myself.
Every movement he made was critical. He was in search of the final piece of his puzzle. The sole person responsible for the things that led to this current juncture. Jaune wasn't remotely upset. Actually, he was, in a way, stoned. As he searched the pockets of his departed friends, he came across a plastic bag that contained residue of the crystalline rapier jam. His eyes focused on the very substance he saw Weiss ingested in that video, what he saw next to her in that picture. Without giving it a thought, he closed his eyes to ingest the substance.
He wanted a taste of her world.
Twenty minutes have passed. In those twenty minutes, he watched revelers getting high, dancing, drinking, smoking, and vomiting in certain parts of the club. He even saw a quick brawl, which was easily subdued by security. His winter princess wasn't in sight. He needed her to be here. There was unfinished business between the two.
What in the hell do you want, Jaune?
I want to have a drink with you.
Do you know what time it is? It is nearly one in the morning.
Oh! The princess is worried about curfew? Didn't know you cared?
I don't! Tomorrow is important for my parents are coming to visit me.
Didn't know you actually gave a care about your 'rents.
Of course, I do! Jaune, where is this coming from?
I am not asking for much, babe. One drink. A few minutes. That is it. I want to talk.
'Babe?' I am not your babe. Do you know who you are talking to?
So, this Vomit Boy actually has some balls to talk to you and you feel disrespected? Afraid I might fuck up your brain cells again or defect your bloodline?
You...you actually took those words seriously?
Seriously as the coldness in my blood.
Shit, Jaune. Ok, one drink. A few minutes. That is it.
That is all I am asking, Weiss.
Where do you want to meet?
Club Fate. Edge of town.
Alright! I will come at 2:30.
Be there by 2:15
He hung up without saying goodbye.
It was seven minutes past the expected time of Weiss' arrival. By that time, he was already consuming his third glass of Wild Turkey, which was going beyond his usual dosage. Seeing the time on his watch nearing 2:30, he had considered calling it off. He looked up to the direction of the bar and his eyes locked to the sight before him.
Several feet away from Jaune was Weiss. From his position, Weiss didn't look like a teenager. Dressed in formal attire. Clothed in the finest of brands. It screamed Alexander McQueen and her hair donned the Grace Kelly look. Her appearance alone stood in attention of those surrounding the bar. She appeared to be an angel that appeared into the sea of sinners who were blindsided by her beauty. She appeared vulnerable, shy, surprised. Jaune gripped his hands to his chest. He took steady breaths. He took another swig of his liquor.
Nervousness died instantly.
Jaune leaned forward to his seat, elbows resting on his knees. He made a slight whistle. A tune that Weiss could easily recognized from his guitar playing days. The white-haired heiress turned to the source. Her eyes widened when seeing Jaune in his appearance. It was a classic tuxedo. He keep the grunge, nontraditional look with his Chuck Taylor shoes. His cologne screamed expensive. Her face softened. No longer did she looked like a gorilla, but a sheep.
Weiss took a seat beside Jaune. Jaune had finished his drink. Weiss attempted to speak, but was interrupted as he put his finger to her face. He eyed the waitress.
"Garcon, Wild Turkey for me." He turned to Weiss. "Brandy for this damsel."
Waitress didn't speak but nodded her confirmation of his request. He reached for the lighter to re-light his cigarette. Weiss was still stunned, keeping her hands nestled on her lap. The way she was portraying herself was if she had never gone out on a date. Jaune blew a smoke ring into the hazy room. "Now we can dialogue."
Weiss looked frustrated. She had that where has this new attitude come from look? She looked to his eyes. It showed nothing. His legs were crossed, he took another smoke, and from his peripherals, he was looking at her. "Like what you see, Weiss?"
She retreated to her former self, coughing and narrowing your eyes. "Okay, spaz boy. I am here. One drink and I am gone. Okay?"
"Do what you please. I am not your boss."
"Don't think I will treating you better because you are acting cocky."
"As you wish, buttercup. One drink. We talk in and out."
"Fine! What do you want to discuss?"
"When we get our drinks. We will do the talking." He took another drag of his cigarette. "Since you were late, I will make up for the lost time." He shook the ice in his glass. "You look lovely tonight."
"Thanks...I guess."
"Don't mention it, Weiss."
Weiss scanned forward and noticed something that wasn't part of the club's decor. "I can see you have some baggies next to you. Party favors?"
Jaune looked to the bag beside him. It was filled with white and pink circular pills.
"What are those, Jaune," she asked.
"My medicine," answered Jaune casually. "Why? Wanna taste?"
She furrowed her eyebrows. "No. I-I-I was curious." She looked away. "An heiress doesn't involve herself in just foolery."
Jaune shrugged his shoulders. "Suit yourself!"
The waitress returned with their drinks. Jaune thanked her by slipping her a few bills. He inserted it into the woman's cleavage. He pressed forward with the baggies and slipped a couple into the cleavage as well. The woman was tickled as he licked her breasts to return the pills into his mouth.
Weiss' mouth went agape. Where did this Jaune come from?
"Here is your drink, my lady."
"Thanks!" Weiss was still shocked of the scene. However, she was too thirsty to think any further. The duo toasted their glass and drank.
Jaune ingested the glass before tapping it loudly on the table. "The water of the gods, I swear." He turned to Weiss. "Are you enjoying yourself?" He looked to his watch. "Oh, I am sorry. It seems that I have wasted my time. Now you have your drink, you can do your talking."
"Um, good. Yeah!" She pointed at the baggie. "What is that?"
"Oh! Party favors."
"You said it was medicine."
"That is what I called it. Pretty good stuff in curing broken hearts."
Weiss looked to the floor. "Look, Jaune…"
Jaune wavered his hands. "Don't even worry about it. You know what is best for what you want." He reached for the baggie and tossed it to Weiss. "Wanna rattle?"
Weiss stared at the pink and white pills before her.
"Trust me. It's not poison," interjected Jaune. "You seen me take one. Granted, I suggest to take water afterward so you won't feel dehydrated. But, what do I know? I am Vomit Boy."
Weiss gave glare before returning her eyes to the drugs before her. "You said it is my time to talk, didn't you?"
He shrugged his shoulders once more. "Hey, those were your words on the phone. Not mine."
Weiss tilted her head as she placed a pill into her mouth. She used her drink to swallow the pill. Afterward, she reached for another one. "Wanna go for another one with me, Jaune."
Jaune was taken aback. "I have permission to answer you, princess?"
"Look! Do you want to or not?"
"Fine."
The heiress took out a pill and placed it on the tip of her tongue. She stood there patiently, mouth opened with her tongue sticking out and her eyes reminded Jaune of a subtle creature.
Jaune pressed forward as he allowed his tongue to take residence with hers. He leaned forward, allowing connection with one another.
It was quick, but Jaune retreated back to his seat. Weiss swallowed the pill.
"It was okay."
Weiss immediately frowned. "It was okay? It was okay?!" She stood up and hovered over Jaune. "Did you just realized that you just shared a kiss with me?"
"That was a kiss?" He crossed his legs. "And to think we were just having a lovely drug transaction with each other."
She reached for her purse. She had enough of being insulted. "I am leaving, Jaune."
Jaune shrugged his shoulders. He didn't flinch. That action alone irritated her. "Do as you wish, Weiss. You have served your purpose."
"What in the hell does that supposed to mean?"
"You came to see me. We had drinks. We did a drug exchange more than talk. You had served your purpose." He clapped his hands as if he was dusting off something. "Later, Weiss. I will see you tomorrow."
She turned around back to Jaune. And instead of sitting beside him, she leaned forward to him. She reached for another pill. "Open your mouth, boy."
Jaune followed her orders as she placed two pills on his tongue. She leaned in and their lips connected. Immediately, their tongues performed a dance. She took a pill, feeling it dissolve as she swallowed it. Jaune did the same. Jaune tried to break away, but was met with a deeper, intimate kiss. Weiss got on top of his lap. She wrapped her hands around his neck as she poured her saliva into his mouth. She motioned to him to swallow. He did.
"Better?"
He didn't answer, but nodded for confirmation.
Weiss wasn't finished with Jaune. She began to tug at his coat as she panted heavily. With a low growl, Jaune began following the motions as they were grinding against each other. She slid her fingers through his hair. He placed his hands on her back. The pair shared another kiss. This time, she pulled his lips with her teeth.
"Don't ever say I have never did this to you, Jaune."
"As you say, princess."
Weiss slid her finger to his chest, trailing it down to his nether region. She gripped tightly. "Feel like continuing this somewhere private?" Her lust was seen in her eyes. The drug was taking effect. "I can arrange a courier to take us to an inn."
"Actually, I know the guy here that keeps a room on ice for me."
Weiss smiled, displaying her teeth. "Wishfully thinking?"
Jaune pecked her on the cheek. "Wishfully granted!"
The basement was very dark, with the exception of a green light. Jaune did not waste any time to get to her destination. When he came to a door, he opened it and in it was a restroom. It was a private restroom by the looks of it. It wasn't the typical bar restroom that was scented in piss or sticky from dried piss; plastered with stickers of rock bands after rock bands, or graffitied with phone numbers for good time or expletives in terms of sexual or racial abuse. The bathroom was quite clean. It was there where Jaune and Weiss saw a queen sized bed.
Weiss didn't take no time as she pushed Jaune against the wall. Her tongue was still studying Jaune's as if she wanted to be fluent in his language. She tugged at Jaune's coat, removing it as quickly as possible. She returned back to kissing his neck, implanting her teeth to regions that have never come across a woman before.
His hormonal side was telling himself to let Weiss attack him and become one with the lust. His other side was telling him to be rational with Weiss and to not engage. Weiss did not give him a chance to think as she reached for his pants.
"Ever felt this way with a girl before," asked Weiss while she was grinning. She already knew the answer, why to entertain it, he thought. She waved her hair before reaching down to his pants and unzipping his pants.
When unzipping, out came his dick that looked like it was hungry for more. Upon seeing it, Weiss smile fade away. She became in awe of his pecker. She kissed the phallus before sucking it. Jaune felt her mouth pocketed his dick. The hotness of her breath made him bewilder with excitement and fear.
"If we would have met sooner," she said to herself. "You have such a beautiful dick!"
She slid her fingers through her hair before hovering over his dick. "I just love how your little son is having a mind of his own," she said. She poked it with her finger. "Shh," she told Jaune. "Stand still. If you behave, there is something for good for you." She chuckle while she continued poking his dick. Her nail scraped into his peehole, making him alert. Knowing it was affecting him, she kept going with her nail. Once she saw pre-cum leaking from it, it excited her and also her cavern.
Weiss was feeling the strong sensations in her body. The hype from the drugs along with the alcohol and the excitement were making her veins pulsing and burning. However, she knew how certain drugs affect her. This was something different. A foreign feeling. She stopped for a moment. Something wasn't right.
"Hey! Who told you to stop," questioned Jaune in a serious tone.
"Jaune. I am not feeling good. Something isn't right," she looked to floor. Her vision started to get blurry. Her body started to get heavy. "Jaune, what in the hell is going on?"
"Relax! You are fine. Now, let's get back to the action."
Her mouth froze, fixated in a position that she couldn't move anything. She was getting scared. She couldn't talk. She couldn't move.
It mattered not to Jaune as he began zipping up his pants. "That's fine. You jaw game is too weak. To think I pined over you, you damn slut." He walked away from her and sat on the bed. He reached for his scroll.
"What...did...y-y-you...do...to...me?" She managed to ask him that question.
"Nothing! Nothing yet!"
"Drugs! D-d-drugs! What...was...in...drugs?"
"The old saying is true, buttercup! If you are going to get drinks, then please be responsible for seeing being made." He released a laugh.
Her body began spiraling. She felt she was going in circles.
Relax! You won't die. Vets have been using these for centuries.
To think I really thought you were something of wealth.
You are no different than a common street walker.
Can't wait till you wake up, Weiss. We are going to have so much fun.
Weiss wanted to scream but couldn't. Her body eventually gave way and fell to the floor. Her vision was getting darker and darker by the minute. For a moment, she saw another figure.
"I hope you like your sweet tarts." The feminine voice told Weiss. "Happy Valentine's Day."
She heard chuckling and silence thereafter.
To be continued...