"Ruby, let go."

"Nnnnnno."

"Ruby-"

"Ish soft and ish warm and ish mine."

"Yang, help me get her off."

"Awww, but she likes you Blake."

"Yang."

"Who would've thought that the first thing Ruby would do when she got drunk is go straight for you butt?"

Blake groaned. For a second, she thought to enlist Weiss' aid in detaching Ruby from her backside, but when she turned to ask snowy-haired woman, she remembered that the heiress was to busy glaring at individual strands of her hair to be much use to anyone. Blake turned back to Yang and gave her a curious look.

The blonde shrugged. "Weiss has two settings when she's drunk: angry and horny. That's why we only drink in the apartment."

Blake huffed and resigned herself to her fate, laying her face down on the couch pillow. She could certainly think of worse things than relaxing on a couch with Ruby rubbing her face on her jean-clad derriere. If she was being perfectly honest with herself, she actually kind of enjoyed it. She might've started purring if she wasn't so certain that Yang would never let her live it down.

"You know," Yang began with what Blake could only imagine to be one of her horrendous puns, "this isn't...uh, Weiss?"

Blake looked behind her and saw Weiss crouching down next to the couch, squinting at Ruby who was, in turn, squinting back. This went on for about a minute before Ruby nodded and haphazardly stood up. Linking their arms together, the two women half walked, half stumbled down the hall. Blake and Yang watched in silence at the odd sight until they heard the bedroom door close.

"Did your girlfriend just walk off with my fiancé?"

"Weiss didn't look angry."

The two women shared a look before scrambling to the their feet and running to the bedroom.

"Ruby!"

"Weiss!"


Author's Note:

Howdy and Hello!

I am finally done finals! Woot! So what does this mean you ask? Hopefully it means that I'll be able to get back to my one chapter a week schedule again since I now have an unbearable amount of free time. On that note, the next chapter should be up by this weekend or by the middle of next week.

Anywho, thanks for reading/faving/reviewing and do feel free to let me know what you think about the story down below. I like to pick them apart for every bit off criticism they offer.

Until the next time!

P.S. Shout out to IchiFell for being awesome!


Response to last drabbles reviews:

IShipYouNot: *Laughs manically off in the distance*

EndlessChains: I will, I will!

Gorsouul: The kind of letters Adam doesn't like to read but makes himself anyway.

RedWing36: Without giving away to much plot, Adam will eventually get out. Eventually.

Mossblomma: Lol, I was going back and forth on the metting Wither drabble. It eventually came down to how long I wanted it to be and that's where the finished piece came from.


Omake:

Weiss rolled onto her side as she tried to hide from sunlight pouring through the bedroom window. She hid her face in Yang's cleavage and wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist, resting her hands on the curve of Yang's butt. Feeling a little randy and knowing Yang wouldn't mind some morning fun, Weiss gave a hard squeeze.

Then, she frowned. She didn't remember Yang's being as soft or as large as what she was grabbing. "Yang," she grumbled, "You need to cut down on the chocolate."

"Um...that isn't me, Weiss."

The heiress' eyes snapped open to find golden eyes staring back at her.

"Sorry Weiss," Blake purred with a grin, "Ruby already called dibs."