Qrow Branwen staggered as he walked up the steps to the church. He'd spent the better part of the night and the morning drinking at a local bar called the Blue Bell. He was hurt and he was angry. Winter Schnee…the woman he'd fallen in love with, was marrying another man. The grand Schnee wedding had been announced just days before and although Qrow wasn't invited he was going to show up anyway.
Mid-ceremony Qrow burst through the doors stumbling inside. The crowd of Atlas elites, dressed in their best, stared at him with disgust. Qrow swayed a bit knocking over one of the fern decorations.
"Don't mind me," he chuckled. "I'm just here for…for the food."
Qrow looked up the aisle at the bride and groom. He took out his flash and lifted it in the air. "Congrats to the happy couple."
The crowd continued to stare at him as though they were helpless to stop him.
Qrow gestured to the groom. "You know if you want I can tell you what she likes. Sure she looks like a snow angel, but she's a bad girl in bed. I'm mean she's incredible, but…well, you know what I mean."
"Qrow Branwen! What on Remnant do you think you're doing?"
Qrow was so shocked to hear the familiar voice coming from behind him instead of in front of him that it nearly sobered him. He turned to see Winter fuming with anger. She marched over to him and grabbed him by his wrist, dragging him out of the church. Once outside she lit into him.
"How dare you, you…."
"You're not getting married?" he asked confused.
"Of course I'm getting married! I'm engaged to you, you bird brain!"
"No I mean…." said Qrow. He gestured to the church.
Winter sighed. "That's my cousin, Whitney."
"You could've invited me."
"You've always said parties like this weren't your thing. I wasn't going to force you to go," Winter said. The rage in her eyes turned into a sympathetic glow. "Did you really think I'd marry someone else? As frustrating as it was for me to admit that I love you and as stubborn as I am do you honestly think I'd go back on that?"
Qrow closed his eyes. "Thought maybe you'd wised up and decided I was no good."
Winter touched Qrow's face. "You're not 'no good' or bad luck or whatever terrible things you think about yourself. I love you Qrow."
"I love you too, beautiful," Qrow said, wrapping an arm around Winter.
"Come on. Let's go get you some coffee."
"I guess I should apologize to your cousin."
"Don't bother. She's a spoiled brat anyway."
"More than you?"
Winter pushed against Qrow's chest. "More than Weiss."
"God help her husband," Qrow muttered as he and Winter descended the brick steps of the church.
Winter led Qrow down the street to a coffee shop called Wild Blue Yonder, telling him stories along the way about what a terror Whitney had been to her as a child.