Another fan contribution. Enjoy!

Author: Escudo
Canon: Undefined
Context: Post-Stolen Flame, set the morning after "The Night That Never Happened"
Perspective: Ruby Rose

Emergence: Aside
The Morning After

The first thing I felt when I came back to the land of consiousness, was the feeling of dozens of nails being driven straight into my brain. I couldn't remember anything from last night, just taking maybe a little too much, especially since it had been my first time. After this it would probably be my only time too.

I vowed at that moment that I would never drink alcohol again. Well, maybe a sip of champagne on parties.

Back to the situation at hand, I tried to assess the situation I was in as best as I could, right now my mind was sluggish, and I couldn't think very well. I probably was on the floor, as my extended hands confirmed, probably on the living room, where all had been gathered before. At least someone had been kind enough to lend me a large pillow to sleep on, so I wasn't very uncomfortable. Well, as much as I could be in my current state. My body felt like it was made of lead, every movement was slow and felt extremely taxing. My mouth felt as if a scorpion had made its nest in it, dry and stingy. I tried to open my eyes a bit, my first sight being the window, the curtains were drawn but not completely. The small amount of light that passed through it drilled inside my eyes and straight into my head, intensifying my headache. I closed my eyes as fast as I could, at the same time let out a small groan of pain. It must be morning already.

So basically, being unable to move normally, extremely sensitive to light, and having the mother of all migraines, my current state could be summarised as 'miserable'.

My only consolation was that the pillow I was sleeping on was one of the most comfy things I have ever slept on. It felt warm, and its soft moves, almost as if it was breathing softly, were relaxing and lulled me back into sleep. I hugged the pillow and felt it embrace me in return, and I just could listen to the heartbeat. I was giving in, just a few more hours of sleep and I would feel better...

Wait a minute.

Pillows don't give off warm (most of them).

Pillows don't move like they breathed.

Pillows don't have a heartbeat that could calm even the most loud of babies.

And pillows definitely don't hug you back.

So...

What am I sleeping on?

I slowly opened my eyes, careful not to look at the burning light from the window, and instead looked down. The first thing I saw was a chest, a human female chest. I felt my cheeks get a Little red at the implications, and continued looking up. I saw next a slender neck, and then the face. A round face with soft factions, that bore an expression of complete calmness, its owner still asleep. Sprayed on the ground was the magnificient hair, white as snow, and the beautiful blue eyes now slowly opening.

Oh Heavens above and all the gods that rule this world.

I've been sleeping on top of Weiss.

To make things worse, she was now waking up. Her eyes slowly opened up and looked at me, unfocused. "Ruby?" She managed to say as she blinked a few times, each time a little more consious of her surroundings.

"Uhh..." I croaked as I rose up a little. Just then Weiss finally became aware of our situation, and her eyes widened.

"Ruby!" She nearly screeched. Please, turn down the volume next time. "Get off me!" She pushed me aside and I landed on the floor.

Bad move. I rolled and ended belly up, staring at the ceiling. I felt my head roll ten times faster and not stopping. And my stomach joined in the fun. I did my best to keep its contents inside of it until both calmed down. "Not so loud." I muttered.

"What were you doing, you idiot!" She said very angry, though not as loud as before. She was probably feeling as bad as me right now. Also, she was blushing heavily.

A groan came from our side. Weiss and I looked around until we noticed Isaac on the couch, an arm drapped over his eyes to shield himself from the offending light. I know your pain, brother.

"Looks like you woke up." We heard another voice, and we saw Ben coming from the kitchen carrying a battle of water in each hand. He offered them to us. "Here."

Weiss took one and took a large chug of water. "It will do good against the hangover." Ben explained as I took the other bottle. "You must be feeling thirsty right now."

Well, yes, now that I thought about it, I was feeling very thirsty. I brought the bottle to my mouth and chugged down the water as fast as I could.

Ben cringed at this. "Careful, Ruby. You shouldn't drink that much at once, and you haven't eaten yet."

I came up with that conclusion too late. As I stopped drinking to take breath, I felt my stomach churning under the excess of water it had received. I knew this time there was no appeasing the beast. Everything was coming out, wether I want it or not.

Dropping my nearly empty bottle, I rushed to the bathroom. I saw Yang passed out on the bathroom floor, covering her head with the bathroom mat. I kneeled next to the toilet, and threw up what little there was in my stomach. And quite loudly, I was left panting hard and without energy, having to hold on the toilet to stay upright. My body shivered and nearly collapsed. Yang pulled the bathroom mat over her head harder, and let out a sound between a groan and a whimper. I think she was the one that drank the most, so she was probably feeling worse than me.

The Rose Sisters, two of the best fighters to ever attend Beacon Academy, reduced to shivering wrecks, trying to ward off any harmful light with a bathroom mat, and holding onto a toilet as if their lives depended on it.

Booze.

Never. Again.