Chapter 14:Afterthoughts

"We still haven't established that I'm not hallucinating." I mention after my third drink. I note my 'Buzzed' status.
"No; you haven't. Cogito ergo sum, bitch."
Ah, touche. "So what you're saying is because you can think, clearly you believe that this is not a hallucination, but it would have been a concern if reality as you know it was a simulation because then your thoughts would themselves would be simulations?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Nah, Uncle was just thinking about his next beer!" Chirped Ruby.

"...Little snitch." Grumbles said 'uncle'.
"I don't know latin for 'I think, therefore I am not nearly drunk enough.'" I snark lightly.
Qrow roars with laughter as he downs another beer. Weiss looks on disapprovingly as she sips on a martini. Not even going to ask where she got that.
"By the way, since we're doing this, Ruby, I happen to have your drink of choice on hand."
"What?" She exclaims as Yang and Qrow both give me dubious looks.
Instead of replying, I pull out a plastic bottle of milk and toss it to her. Yang breaks down in laughter.
"Oh, god! He has YOUR number, miss 'I drink MILK'!" Qrow grins ruefully.
I pull out one of the magic books, but instead of using it I read it. Hm, it's the one for earth.
"Ho there, muscled Wizard. Might you cast us a spell?" I quirk my eyebrow at Yang.

"Ohohoh, why of course!" I grin before turning to face a tree and clenching my muscles.

"I CAST STONE FIST."

"C'mon, how was I supposed to know my new spell would throw up wood chips? Or collapse the tree?" All I get is a glare from Qrow. "Or that the chips would all happen to land in our drinks and the noise would lure a pack of hungry Beowolves?"

Glaaaaare.

"Y'know, this is really your fault if you think about it. I mean, how unlucky do you have to be...?"

GLARE.

I open my mouth to speak before Qrow interrupts me.

"Never. Test. A new spell. Unless you're either in a life or death situation...or controlled conditions."

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry!"

He checks his scroll.

"It's one o'clock. Time for a drink."

"Whatever you say, General Pixis." I snark as I nab one from Yang and toss it to him.

"...Please don't make cultural references we won't get..." Grumbles Weiss as Ruby pokes me.

"...Do you have any more milk? And maybe some cookies? Since you're all drinking without me..."

I casually summon a small packet of cookies and some milk, passing them to her. She cheers up immediately.

"Weiss, given that 'muscled wizard' bit I can safely say I have no idea what cultural references you WILL get." I point out just as casually.

"Oh, fine." She grumbles unhappily.

Meanwhile, Blake seems to be brooding against the tree she's leaning against. She barely even helped in the fight, too.

"Blake, is everything alright?"

"..."

"Alright, I need a minute to talk to her alone guys ok?"

The others give me a look and clear away after a minute.

"Blake, what's up?"

"...I thought I found one person who just didn't give a shit, and it was a good feeling. Especially since you had a REASON to be belligerent, and you didn't care about them. Then I found out that your whole 'story' was just...fake."

"To be fair, I didn't write it." I comment.

"Why doesn't your world have faunus?" She asks warily, shifting slightly.

"As far as I'm aware, they simply never existed. Of course, there are myths, stories...furries."

"What's a furry?"

"...Oooh boy."