Note: We're back again. With our girls on their respective missions, the question is not only what they'll discover, but what familiar faces they'll find next. Enjoy.
Yang looked up at the building with apprehension. "You sure this is the place?"
"Positive," said Blake.
Yang took a deep breath, letting herself get taken in by the city air. The nightlife of a major city was always something that called to her throughout her teenage years. There was something inherently appealing about it: the constant smell of motor oil, the bustling on the streets, the youthful antics of those who could stride about comfortably in the moonlight, the food, the partying, the danger of it all. Hanging out in a city at night was a bit like the ultimate rule-breaking, breaking into an adult world that she should not have been allowed to see, surrounded by seemingly endless possibilities that were not meant for eyes such as hers. The city was a place she could easily get lost in, and the thought of her getting consumed by it was seductive.
Of course, she could not afford to get lost that night. She and Blake had a job to do. It was why Blake brought her to the center of town, and it was the reason why they were waiting in what was possibly the longest line Yang had ever been a part of. Yang found it strange that the building itself did not look particularly special. The exterior was mostly comprised of blank stone slates stacked into a plain box, and if it wasn't for the line of people stretching beyond the block, she hardly would have guessed that it was the home to one of the most popular nightclubs in the entire city. The only other indication of its true identity was a single, neon sign hanging above the entrance; a bold, red and blue sign that read: Junior's.
Yang groaned. "I'm just saying that if you made me wait in this line for almost two hours, and it isn't the place—"
"Trust me, it's the place," Blake insisted, staring up at the sign, her arms crossed. "Unless something drastic changed in the last two months, this is the place where we'll find our guy."
"If you say so," sighed Yang. "The only other worry is if they'll actually let us in."
"Of course, they'll let us in. Why wouldn't they?"
"Well… you know how bouncers can be sometimes about what kind of girls they let into these places," Yang explained absentmindedly. Unfortunately for her, Blake was more inquisitive than most.
"What kind of girls do they not let into these clubs?" Blake asked earnestly.
"I mean, you know what their dumb standards of appearance are," Yang continued, still not fully listening to herself.
"Appearance?" Blake questioned. It was only at that moment that Yang actually bothered to pay attention to what she was saying, and even more, unfortunately, it was ten seconds too late. Yang, realizing what she just accidentally implied, opened her mouth to respond, but instead, only a string of nervous babble came out. It took a few seconds of watching Yang talk like an idiot for Blake to piece it together, but she did realize what Yang meant, she stared at her teammate with shock. "You… you don't think I'm hot enough to get into the nightclub."
"I never said that," Yang said defensively, even though she absolutely kind of said of that.
"Oh my God," Blake said blankly. "You are actually saying this to me right now."
"I'm not saying that at all," Yang tried and failed to explain.
"Then what are you saying?"
"I'm just meant that these bouncers have a very narrowly defined concept of beauty, that's all," Yang stated worriedly as Blake eyed her like a viper ready to pounce.
"And you're saying that I don't match it."
"Not because you aren't pretty. You're super pretty!" Yang said encouragingly. "But they aren't looking for your type of pretty. They want more of… you know…"
"Your type of pretty," Blake stated. Both of them knew she wasn't lying. Yang had a particular look about her that attracted a certain type of crowd. It was a combination of the bouncy blonde hair and the very short shorts and the knee-high boots and the bright yellow tube top and jacket that barely contained what lied beneath them that drove the boys absolutely wild. Blake herself would never feel comfortable wearing something like that. Part of thriving in shadows, after all, was making sure that no one paid attention to her. She was dressed so plainly that Yang never even gave much thought to her attire. She dressed almost exclusively in black and white, and the only things of note Yang's eyes could really be drawn to were the black stockings that covered most of her legs, and of course, the black bow atop her head that, while Yang found adorable, did not scream "killer outfit," especially not to the bouncers at the entrance.
"Look," Yang tried once more to explain herself, "all I'm saying is that you could have worn something a little…"
"Sluttier."
"No. Yes. I mean," Yang stammered, "you look great. Totally awesome. You look awesome with or without those clothes on."
"Do you… maybe want to think about rephrasing that?" asked Blake. "Or…"
"Why do you even care about this?" Yang asked in surprise. "I always thought you were one of those women who thought that beauty was a bullshit social structure or something."
"I do think that," Blake stated, "but that doesn't mean you just tell someone that they're ugly and they dress terribly."
"What? I'm saying that you're hot!" Yang said defiantly. "You are super hot! Like, if I was a guy and asked you out on a date and you agreed to it, I would consider myself the luckiest person in the world. You are totally rocking the whole sexy, mystery woman thing, and that's great! It's great."
"Okay, fine, whatever," Blake said, irritated, trying to leave the comments behind her as the line lurched forward and their meeting with the bouncer fast approached. Yang gave her a polite smile.
"Just… maybe next time you should show your tits more."
Blake, remarkably, did not end up slapping Yang in the face. How exactly she managed to restrain herself, she had no idea, but she suspected that it likely had something to do with her sense of duty taking control of her muscles before she could misuse them. She had to remind herself that they were involved in very serious business, and as the girls in front of them were let into the club and they stepped up to the massive tower of a man that served as the guard between them and their dangerous evening, she tried her best to put on a face that did not tell everyone she was annoyed as hell at the girl standing next to her.
Well, she was not really that annoyed. Yang did say she was beautiful multiple times. That was nice, no matter how ultimately meaningless those types of comments were to her. Attractiveness was such an artificial standard and considering all of the stress her body had been through, Blake thought she looked just fine. But receiving compliments was such a rarity in her life that she felt a strange desire to hold onto them and cherish them while they lasted before she inevitably burned the relationship she had with the person who liked her to the ground. It wouldn't be the first time.
Ironically, despite all of their concerns, the bouncer never gave them much of a second thought. The only thing he ever seemed concerned with was their ID, which thankfully for them, matched the 17+ requirement consistent across Vale and did not need to be faked—though Yang suspected that Blake would have a plan if that need ever arose. The moment two other random girls left the nightclub, drunkenly laughing in short skirts and tall heels, the bouncer kindly gestured the two of them inside, and with a shrug of acceptance, the pair cautiously walked through the door, and pushed their way through thick black curtains to reveal the club hiding just beyond the vale.
The first thing that hit Yang was the music: loud, pulsating, so heavy on the base that she could feel the vibrations running up and down her entire body. The building was far bigger on the inside than she had anticipated, seemingly stretching on forever into the distance, although it was almost impossible for her to tell because of how packed the room was with partygoers. Every direction she looked, she saw bodies, scantily clad and writhing against each in a single, vibrant mass that moved and swayed under the heavy neon lights with each pulse of the music. The dancefloor was so packed that she could not even see it beneath the partiers, and despite only just stepping foot inside, everything blended together so that it was hard to get her bearings. It was difficult to distinguish anything else; she thought she could see the DJ off in the far back of the room, and it was possible that she saw a few women dancing in cages off to the side near groups of seated patrons, but the mass of dancers was hypnotic, and it was almost impossible for her not to get sucked in. If the city excited her for its vast freedom, then Junior's was its parallel: Chaos.
"So, where do we find this guy?" Yang shouted over the music, covering one of her ears to try and focus her hearing.
"I'm not sure," Blake shouted back, scanning the area to the best of her ability. "We're probably going to have to ask around."
"Are we even sure that he's here?" Yang asked worriedly.
Blake clicked her tongue. "Hypothetically."
"Hypothetically?"
"I don't actually know that much about the guy," Blake admitted fully. "I've only heard stories about him. The guy has built quite a reputation for himself as someone know understands a lot about criminal activity around the Kingdom, but actually getting the info out of him is supposed to be kind of tricky."
"Yeah… The Monkey King, right?" Yang asked, the name slipping off her tongue. "Sounds like a real humble guy."
"But useful," Blake clarified, "and he supposedly hangs around this club a lot, so we have that going for us. Come on, I see the bar. Let's ask around and if see if any of the staff know where to find him."
The bar, glowing in a bright white aura on the far side of the club, was one of the only things standing out to Yang in the darkness, though to reach it, unfortunately, meant a trek through the sea of bodies on the dancefloor. She cracked her knuckles and quietly took Blake by the hand, holding onto her tightly as she took a deep breath and forced her way into the crowd. Immediately, she felt the weight of the bodies crashing into her, and for all strength, she could barely move more than a few feet without getting stuck behind the writhing partygoers. "Excuse me. Pardon me. Coming through. Excuse me. Just going to squeeze through here." It did not matter what she said, because no one around her could hear her. They were too busy drinking and grinding against each other, against her, flesh rubbing against flesh, man and woman alike. A gorgeous woman next to her let out a sudden cry of pleasure, and Yang felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise as a delightful shiver traced down her spine. Her heart started to race. It was like a drug just being in the presence of so much kinetic energy. Under other circumstances, she would have stayed and enjoyed the night. She would have lost herself in the rhythm, the flesh, the blood pumping ferociously through her veins if it wasn't for Blake keeping a tight grip on her, taking the lead and dragging her towards the bar, even shoving random women out of the way so she could get their job over with faster.
When they were finally free of the crowd, Yang released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding in. The area around the bar was still packed, but significantly roomier than the dancefloor, and Yang finally had a moment to collect her thoughts as she and Bake quickly found two open seats at the bar. The bar itself was glass and glowed so brightly white that it illuminated Yang's face through the shadows of the rest of the clubs, and when she rested her elbows upon it, its surface turned a deep purple around the point of contact. The infinite shelves before them glowed the same white color, and Yang wondered just how much money had to be spent to keep the place looking so pristine. She had no doubt they could afford it—based on all the happy customers, running a club seemed fairly profitable—and Yang made a mental note to open an establishment like that one in case the whole Huntress thing went sideways. After a few seconds of waiting, a bartender finally came to greet them. He was a big, burly man, cute in a sort of mountaineer way with his big, bushy beard and a voice so deep that it boomed through the air despite the pulsing music surrounding them.
"What will it be, ladies?" he asked, his tone that of someone who had been through far too much drunken nonsense for a single evening.
"Info," Blake stated. "We want to know if you can help us find someone."
"Also, a strawberry sunrise, if you can help it," Yang added, staring straight ahead so she wouldn't have to see Blake glaring at her.
"Do you have ID? How old are you exactly?"
"Um… old enough?"
"Who is it that you're looking for," the bartender said with a groan, turning back to Blake.
"Some guy who calls himself The Monkey King," Blake explained. "Apparently he comes here a lot. Have you ever heard of him?"
The bartender's face turned sour. "That Faunus piece of shit? What did he do this time?"
"Nothing yet," said Blake. "We just want to talk to him about a few things."
"Yeah, right," the bartender said doubtingly. "The last time someone said that they ended up putting a shotgun blast through one of my nice couches. I don't need that kind of trouble in my bar."
"Your bar?" asked Yang in surprise. "Are you the Junior?"
"Yep. The very same," he said with a proud nod. "And I don't want to see any more things get broken in my club. If you're here to shake down that Faunus for money, I'd rather you just leave now before I call security."
"We're not going to cause any trouble, we promise," Blake insisted.
"But can I ask something?" said Yang. "If he apparently attracts so much trouble, why do you even let him stay here?"
"Because I don't discriminate against cash, and the kid keeps coming up with money to pay for things," explained Junior. "Plus, I like the guy. He's got a good sense of humor."
"Well, then he's going to love me. I'm hilarious," Yang stated, nudging Blake with her elbow. "Right, Blake? Tell him how funny I am."
"She has impeccable comedic timing," Blake said with literally no expression.
"Look, if you really want to talk to him so badly, he usually hangs out in the middle lounge in the back," Junior said with a heavy sigh. "He's the one with the tight abs and a long tail; you can't miss him. But just know that I'm not going to be responsible for paying for any of the damages if something gets broken. Also, just because you want to talk to him, it doesn't mean he's going to tell you anything you want to know. He's a nice kid, but really picky when it comes to the sensitive stuff."
"Quick question: Is he gay?" Yang asked intently.
"Not that I know of."
Yang smirked. "Then don't worry," she said slyly. "I got a plan to make him talk."
"What do you mean?" Blake asked curiously before she suddenly rolled her eyes in frustration. "Holy shit, are you serious?"
"What?" Yang asked innocently.
"You're really going to try to pull the seduction card again?"
"Well, we kept talking about looks earlier, so the idea's been on my mind for a while," Yang said studiously. "Besides, it totally worked last time."
"No, it didn't," Blake protested. "The last time you did that, we could have died."
"That's only because your phone went off in the middle of the mission," Yang reminded her.
"That was your phone, dumbass," Blake chastised her.
"Eh, you say tomato, I say it was your fault," Yang brushed her off with a flip of her golden locks.
Junior politely tapped his fist against the bar to get their attention. "Girls, I have no idea what you are talking about, but if you aren't going to order anything, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the bar. Also, Blondie's probably onto something. The kid is still in the phase of his life where he'll probably fall head over heels for her."
"And what if we both tried to seduce him? Do you think he'd like me also?" Blake asked accusingly, pursing her lips. Junior did not respond to the question. A few seconds passed. He still did not respond. Blake clicked her tongue in her mouth and hopped off the barstool. "You both suck."
Yang winked at Junior to wish him farewell and hurried to catch up to Blake as she skirted around the outside of the dancefloor to save time. As she jogged behind her, Yang quickly began to unbutton her jacket and jostle her hair, readying herself for the task at hand. Junior repeatedly said "kid", which meant that he couldn't be much older than she was, and she had learned what the boys in her generation liked from the endless stream of comments she received back in high school. As the pair approached the DJ in the far back of the room and turned the bend around the mass of writhing bodies, Yang murmured quietly to herself, trying to find the right tone of voice. Should she have gone lower? Sultry? Nah. A guy who named himself The Monkey King was someone who liked to have fun, and fun liked being around fun, so she needed to raise her pitch up. Carefree, but not ditsy. Blake, seemingly embarrassed by the entire ritual, kept her gaze ahead as she circumnavigated the club, eventually finding her way to the far back right of the building, where the floor gradually became sectioned off, and a long row of lounges lied before her, sectioned off with more the same thick, black curtain. The two girls walked down the path, scanning through each one as they passed. The insides were all the same: big, leathery circular couches, wide tables in the center covered with drinks and, occasionally, illegal drugs, and shouting, youthful strangers who stared at each other like they were hungry to start ripping off each other's clothes. It was another temptation for Yang, and she took a momentarily pause from undressing herself to gaze longingly at the gatherings of friends inside, wishing she could partake in their debauchery.
They found him at the fifth lounge. He would have been rather difficult to miss. When they finally stumbled across him, he was splayed out on the couch all by himself, ten empty glasses on the table in front of him. He was a young, wild-looking fellow, with an untamed mop of blonde hair on his head and imperfect tan skin and a smooth jawline that was just waiting to invite unsuspecting women into trouble. He was also rather unkempt, dressed in a pair of black slacks with no shoes, a loosened bowtie around his neck and an unbuttoned suit jacket that revealed his incredibly toned physique beneath. He was also distinctly Faunus, with splotches of hair running down his cheeks and abdomen, and misshapen feet that elongated and warped at the toes, and a long, yellow tail that flicked and swished through the air with the beat of the music. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be enjoying himself simply listening to the other party goers, shimmying his shoulders as he mouthed along the lyrics to the song blasting overhead.
Yang smirked. He would be too easy. Blake groaned from afar as she stepped into the lounge and clasped her hands behind her head, puffing out her chest and pulling off the sexiest eyes she could manage. "Hey, pretty boy. How's it hanging?"
"What's up?" The Monkey King waved to her passively, keeping his eyes shut.
"We're looking around for someone," Yang continued, unphased. "Someone really cute. You wouldn't happen to know where anyone like could be, would you?"
"No idea, lady," The Monkey King shrugged, still not bothering to look up. Yang felt her temple start to throb, but she remained poised and took a step forward, clearing her throat.
"We're looking for a handsome guy," she stated. "Blonde hair. Huge muscles. Super fun. We would absolutely love to spend some time with him and get to know him really well. Do you think you can help us with that?"
"Nope. Sorry," said The Monkey King with a smile. "Sounds like a cool dude though."
Yang's seductive gaze failed her, and she sneered at him. "Look, we're trying to get some information from this guy, and we would be willing to anything to get help from him. Literally anything at all. I think it would be very valuable to all of us if we could have a conversation."
"Probably," admitted The Monkey King. "Can't help you though. I'm waiting on the nice lady to get me another glass of whatever this awesome drink is."
"Aren't you a little too young to be drinking?" Blake chimed in.
"It's all virgin," The Monkey King explained away. "But seriously, I'm kind of busy tonight. Maybe I can help you some other time."
"Hey," Yang snapped, clenching her hands into fists, the last semblance of sexiness falling to the wayside. "We're not leaving until we get what we want, so can you stop acting like a jerk and just help us out?"
The Monkey King groaned, and he finally turned his head towards them, opening his eyes. "Girls, no offense, but I really don't think I can—"
And then, his eyes went wide, and he froze. He stared blankly at them and gradually sat up off the couch, never taking his gaze off them, almost like he was in a trance. He jumped up onto the table, knocking empty glasses off its clean, polished surface, and he crouched as he looked ahead in absolute wonder. Yang quickly caught hold of herself, and resumed her act, smiling enticingly at him as she posed, making herself as widely available to him as possible as Blake simply stared at her from behind with disgust. The Monkey King quietly stepped off the table, and expressionless, he walked towards them, and it was then that Yang realized that she got him. It was more challenging than she anticipated, but in the end, the tried and true method of seduction pulled through for her in the end. If the Huntress thing fell apart, and then the nightclub thing fell apart, she would have to fall back on a career as a self-help guru writing guides about love and sex and all sorts of trashy things. But that was a possible future, and she was in the now, and as The Monkey King slowly walked towards her, she couldn't help but grin and spit out the joke that had been buzzing inside her head for the past hour.
"So, is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to—Hey!"
Before she could finish, The Monkey King forced his way past her, and still, in a trance, he walked directly up to Blake. He smiled sheepishly at her, and she stared back awkwardly at him, folding her arms over her chest defensively.
"Hi there," he said softly.
"Uh… hi," she said back, matching his gaze.
"My name is Sun. Sun Wukong," he stated, patting himself on his fuzzy chest. "What's your name?"
"It's Blake," she said, hesitant but not rejecting his advances.
"So, Blake," he said kindly, pointing back to the couch, "you said you wanted some information?"
Blake, eyeing her opportunity, nodded accordingly, and she allowed Sun to lead her back into the lounge as Yang watched in stunned silence. Eventually, she managed to shake off the shock of his passiveness towards her and plopped down on the couch next to Blake, throwing her feet up onto the table. Sun stretched himself down on the opposite side of the couch, letting his tail swoosh over his shoulder as he rested sideways with his head on his knuckles.
"You two don't look like the kind of girls who would be normally visiting a place like this?" he asked with a warm smile. "Are you two Huntresses or something?"
"Would it matter if we were?" Blake questioned.
"No, not at all," Sun said positively. "Huntresses are awesome. In fact, when I was a kid, I wanted to become a Huntsman. I even went to a training school for a few years before I flunked out. Not to say that I was stupid, or anything. I just ended up liking the free life more."
"I can tell," Blake said, staring at the numerous empty glasses. Sun's face became grim, and with a flashy kick, he sent the rest of the glasses flying away, not caring about the damages as much as his perceived cleanliness.
"Anyway," he said, quickly changing topics, "what kind of information are you looking for exactly?"
"We're want to know if you have any info about recent Droog activity in the city," Blake explained.
"Droogs? Oh yeah, I know tons of stuff about Droogs," Sun said cockily. "What do you need to know? Leadership? Shipments? Hideouts?"
"Members," Blake specified. "Around two weeks ago, a gang of six Droogs out in the countryside severely damaged the house of a Faunus and fled town before the police could get a lead on them. We think it's possible that they retreated up into the city and are hiding out in one of their strongholds. They were led by a man named Jayah. Would you have happened to hear anything about that?"
"Jayah?" Sun pondered, scratching his chin. His eyes lit up. "Yeah, actually, that sounds kind of familiar. I think I might know what you're talking about. A few days ago, I was talking to one of the Droog higher-ups, and I think he said—"
"Wait," Yang interjected, "you're friends with the Droogs?"
Sun laughed. "Dude, I'm friends with everybody! The whole reason I'm able to do this stuff is because people love opening up to me, and I'm really good at keeping secrets to the right parties… you know, except now. That's like my one superpower; that and being awesome. Anyway, like I was saying, I was talking to one of the Droog higher-ups, who was this freaking massive dude named Moose, and I heard him complaining that his boss was complaining about the fact they had to babysit a bunch of idiots from the countryside who got into some trouble with the law. He seemed really irritated about it, too."
"Did he say the name of the person leading them?" asked Blake.
"Well, I thought he said the dude's name was Jacob, but now having listened to you, I'm pretty sure the guy's name was Jayah," Sun said unconfidently. "Whatever it was, they certainly sound like the people you're looking for. Were they from a town called Brownsbarrow, or—"
"Brooksbarrow," Yang grinned. "Yep. That's them, all right. Do you know where this stronghold is located?"
"Of course, I know where it is. I'm The Monkey King," stated The Monkey King. However, he soon turned sour, and he pushed himself back up into a seating position, looking at the pair nervously. "Wait a second, why do you want to know all of this stuff anyway? You're not actually thinking of going after these guys, are you?"
"Hell yeah, we are," Yang said boldly. Blake nodded along.
"The people you just talked about hurt a friend of ours," she said sternly. "We're going to make sure they never hurt anyone else ever again."
A panic immediately took over Sun, and he crossed his arms frantically. "Hold up. That's a really terrible idea. Now is the absolute worst time for you to try to cross the Droogs."
"Why?" Blake asked, confused. "Wouldn't this be the best time to mess with the Droogs. Roman Torchwick got sent to federal prison. He was the centerpiece of that entire organization. Their leadership should be in complete disarray."
"Well, you're right about the first thing," Sun told them, leaning in close. "Roman Torchwich is gone now. Back when he was still running the show, I always thought of him and the Droogs as one and the same, you know? When he got caught, I thought for sure the whole thing would go up in smoke. But, about a month after he disappeared, someone else suddenly came in and took control of everything. Now, they seem to be running more efficiently than ever before."
"A new boss?" questioned Yang. Her sister had worked hard to see to the arrest of Roman Torchwick, and it probably would have upset her to learn that her battle against the odds ended up being for nothing. "Can you tell us anything about him?"
"Her," Sun clarified. "And no, not really. She keeps herself pretty mysterious. But I do know that she supposedly has a really short temper, and from the other Droogs I've spoken to, she isn't someone whose bad side you should ever get on. A lot of people still see Roman as a figurehead, and she's trying to cement her role as the one true leader of the Droogs, so she's going not going to take it well if anyone goes and makes her look stupid."
"I'm sure we won't have to worry about that," Blake stated. "Just tell us where we can find Jayah, and leave the rest to us."
"I mean…" Sun hesitated. "If you really want to risk it, they're being held at an off-sight location because the boss didn't want them attracting attention to the main stronghold. They're by the docks, Warehouse 301. There isn't really anything else being held there except for a bunch of old weapons and gunk, so the guard should be pretty light. But, be careful, and if either of you happens to get caught, you didn't hear about any of this from me. I have a reputation to uphold."
"Gotcha," said Blake, rising from the couch. "I think that's all we need for tonight. You've been an incredible help, Sun."
"Thanks," Sun laughed nervously. "And hey, if you don't happen to get murdered by Droogs, do you want to maybe get a bite to eat sometime? I'll buy."
"I'll… consider it," Blake said halfheartedly. Did she want a date with Sun? No. But he was kind enough, and bridges were hard to rebuild once they were burned down. Besides, there was something mildly cute about his big goofy smile, and she couldn't imagine it would be the worst thing in the world to spend an evening with him. She shoved the thoughts out of her head. She needed to focus on the mission. She thanked Sun one more time and motioned for Yang to come along with her, which the blonde did happily. As she left the lounge, she heard him call out to her.
"You didn't give me your number! How will I find you?"
"I'll find you!" Blake called back over the pounding music. The answer seemed to placate him, and he returned to lounging on the couch and enjoying the music as Yang and Blake mulled over the information they just received. Or, at the very least, Blake tried to mull over the information. Yang was far more interested in talking about other things.
"So, he was super cute, huh?" she asked with a knowing grin.
"Shut it," Blake moaned as they headed towards the club exit.
"You were totally willing to go out with him," Yang said with the utmost certainty, causing Blake to moan even further.
"No, I wasn't," said Bake defensively. "I was doing what I needed to do to get the information we needed."
"Blake has a boyfriend. Blake has a boyfriend," Yang said in a sing-song voice. She had zero problems whatsoever teasing Blake about it, for two primary reasons. One: it was incredibly pleasing and exceedingly adorable watching the always-stoic Blake squirm, and two: Yang was fully aware that nothing was ever going to come of it, so she had nothing to worry about. Not that she would have had any reason to worry anyway, because she obviously had no business with Blake's love life, but the sentiment remained.
"Well, at least we learned two things," Blake stated. "We figured out exactly where the Droogs are."
"Yep," nodded Yang. "But wait, what's the second thing?"
"That I'm hotter than you are," Blake said with a sly grin. Yang groaned, begrudgingly buttoning back up her jacket. She admittedly walked right into that one, but she wasn't one to back down in a game of jabs and banter. She would come up with something better that would knock Blake off her feet, but at the time, she was more than willing to let the shadow girl have her victory if it made her happy.
Yang later regretted that she did not enjoy that moment more between them while it lasted. They would not feel that way again for a very long time.