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A Night of Reflection and Old Friends

Jaune sighed as lay on the roof of Beacon Tower. His training with Pyrrha was over for the night and he just wanted to rest a little before heading back to the dorm to hit the showers. Yet as he thought back to his training, Jaune really didn't feel like he was getting any better as a warrior. Pyrrha's training spars felt like they were far too repetitive and her style of fighting just didn't feel natural to him. And honestly it's no surprise. Her fighting style is that of a Spartan, but Jaune is a Knight. They're two entirely different warriors from two totally different cultures. Naturally, despite both wielding a sword & shield, they have two completely different ways of fighting.

Pyrrha has been going against the grain, trying to force Jaune's body to fight like a Spartan does. As a result, even though he made remarkable progress in the beginning, he's sort of… plateaued for lack of a better term.

Sighing in aggravation, he got up from the roof and decided that he needed to take a walk to try and think about what he was going to do. Lucky for him it's a weekend, so he won't have to deal with curfew. Which is fine by him as he really doesn't want to have to deal with Professor Goodwitch when she's in a bad mood. And thinking about it, that's almost every day thanks to Nora and her shenanigans that HE, as the leader of Team JNPR, is held accountable for along with all of the property damage she causes! No matter how many times he tells her to behave she just refuses to listen!

...Is it because he's the weakest member of the team and she only really respects strength?

Is that why Nora listens to Ren and Pyrrha, but mostly Ren, more than she does Jaune?

Something else for him to ponder while on his walk. But first, a shower. He needs to wash away all of the sweat and grime that accumulated from his earlier training session, as well as the stink. Wouldn't do for a student of a school as prestigious as Beacon walking about smelling and looking like a hobo. And since he's not quite ready to go back to his dorm, he decided to use the public showers that the school's Fight Club uses. Come to think of it, he's pretty sure he heard from Ruby that Yang used a pair of binoculars to try and sneak a peek at the boys as they were hitting the showers one day.

That ended badly when she saw Professor Port go in there instead.

...Pretty sure she's still scarred for life after that incident.

Team JNPR's Dorm

While the leader of JNPR was off doing his own thing, the three remaining members were each unwinding in their own way. The ever silent Lei Ren was meditating, Nora Valkyrie was sitting on her bed playing a video game on her scroll with her headphones on full blast, and Pyrrha Nikos was reading one of her partner's comic books. True she didn't ask if she could, but she was 90% certain that he wouldn't mind. ...Okay, make that 85%.

"So how's our fearless leader doing with his training, Pyrrha?" Nora asked her fellow femme fatale.

"I think it's going well. He has a decent grasp of the basics, but I think he needs to spend a little more time working on them." Pyrrha replied.

"Hasn't he been working on the basics long enough already? Isn't one supposed to commit the basics to muscle memory and then expand upon their fighting skills from there?" Ren asked with one eye open.

Pyrrha sat there in silence before she facepalmed with an audible slap. She apparently didn't know that that's what you're supposed to do when training someone. Ladies and gentlemen, it would appear that for all her talent Pyrrha Nikos knows nothing about really teaching someone. Looking up from her game, Nora removed her headphones and gave the redhead a knowing smirk.

"You mean you really didn't know that you were supposed to teach Jauney more than just the basics when fighting? Or were you too busy trying to get him to notice how you feel about him to remember?" Nora asked with a teasing grin.

That question caused Pyrrha's face to turn as red as her hair at the(totally true) insinuation.

"SH-SH-SHUT UP, NORA!" screamed Pyrrha as she hid her face in her pillow.

This of course caused the hammer crazed young woman to cackle like a hyena at Pyrrha's expense while Ren simply shook his head in exasperation. But the small smile on his face gave away the fact that he was amused by this as well. Honestly, Pyrrha's crush on Jaune is so obvious to everyone, much like Ruby's love of cookies and strawberries or how Nora loves pancakes, sloths, and Ren himself. Everyone can tell that ol' cereal girl there is crushing on the dork knight big time.

Well, everyone but Jaune himself. Seriously, the boy can be so damn dense!

"I really don't understand why you don't just admit your feelings to him already." Nora said.

"Oh, you mean like how you admitted your own feelings for Ren?" Pyrrha asked while giving her teammate the stink eye.

Nora just giggled and waved her off.

"Oh, you know that's not the same thing. Renny and I aren't together-together." Nora said.

'Yeah. Not yet.' Pyrrha mentally quipped.

Ren sighed and stood up. So much for an evening of meditation, it seems. But this seemed more important if the issue revolving around whether Pyrrha will finally admit her feelings for Jaune or not needs to be resolved. And by gosh and golly, he's going to see it resolved!

"The fact of the matter, Pyrrha, is that you can't just keep dropping subtle hints like you've been doing. From what I've gathered, like Ruby, Jaune is socially awkward. And someone who is socially awkward simply can't pick up on the subtle hints that somebody is attracted to them. They need to be told directly to their face for them to realize the truth." Ren explained.

Pyrrha thought about what her teammate and friend said and came to realize that he had a point. Then again, with how people have only, for the longest time, wanted to date her because of her fame and not because of who she is, she had difficulty expressing how she truly felt to others when it comes to anything romance related. So when she heard that Jaune had no knowledge of her life of fame, it was like a breath of fresh air to her and she immediately found herself smitten with the knight. Even more so as she started to really get to know him as a person.

She just wished he wasn't so frickin' dense!

"Speaking of whom, where is Jaune?" Pyrrha asked as her blush finally died down.

Her teammates only shrugged in return, neither knowing where their socially awkward and kinda dorky leader was. But they also knew that he was fully capable of looking after himself. It's not like he needs them to be constantly looking over his shoulder like a bunch of helicopter parents.

With Jaune...

A short while later and Jaune was off the bullhead that took him to Vale and was currently kneeling over the nearest trash can puking his guts out like always. He thought that flying on an empty stomach would help prevent him from throwing up, but it seems he was wrong.

'Motion sickness, how I despise thee!' he internally raged as he continued to dry heave.

Once he was finally finished, Jaune spat out the remaining bile that had been in his mouth before walking over to the nearest water fountain to rinse his mouth out. And when he was done with that, he took a small bottle of mouthwash out of his hoodie pocket and took the opportunity to rinse his mouth out further. And just to ensure there was no lingering smell of vomit in his breath, he also popped an entire package of mints and chewed them up to freshen up his breath. He would later admit that such a process might seem excessive, but would anyone honestly want to talk to someone who's breath smelled like they just got done puking? I didn't think so. Jaune exhaled into his palm a couple of times and took a sniff before nodding in satisfaction.

'Ah, minty fresh!'

With that out of the way, Jaune proceeded to try and find some way to enjoy himself and maybe take his mind off of the depressing thoughts in regards to his lack of progress in getting stronger. He couldn't go to his favorite comic book store and buy some new comics because it was close to closing time for that store. And he wasn't quite sure about hitting the library either because, A.) it's already closed, and B.) he will not give in to Blake's rants about reading 'proper literature'. Honestly, that's coming from the girl who reads smut (Blake: IT'S NOT SMUT, IT'S EROTIC LITERATURE!) more than she studies from her own textbooks. Especially when she's supposed to be studying the source material for Doctor Oobleck's class.

Granted, Jaune and several others also struggle in Oobleck's class due to how the man talks faster than a roadrunner on a sugar high, but still!

Suddenly one building in particular caught the blonde knight's attention. It was a night club that went by the name of Junior's Night Club. Simple and easy to remember, he already likes that. He remembers Yang recommending the place to him once in a passing conversation, but he's never really been one for drinking. He's underage anyway. But if not for the drinks, there's always the dance floor he can spend his time at. A great fighter Jaune may not be, but dancing is definitely one of the things he's proficient at. His performance at many a dance competition back home was certainly proof enough of that. As were his many first place trophies.

With a shrug he said "Meh. Might as well." and walked up to the establishment. Once at the front door he was immediately intercepted by a muscular man in a fancy suit and a pair of shades. Likely the bouncer.

"Hold up there, pal. Lemme see your I.D. there." he calmly demanded.

"Yeah, sure. Give me a minute." Jaune complied.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet before showing the bouncer his student I.D. for Beacon Academy. The man examined it with a scrutinizing gaze as he checked it for authenticity. Many a punk has tried to use a fake I.D. to get into the establishment in the past, and this bouncer ain't falling for such tricks. Seeing that it was legit, the man handed Jaune back his I.D. with a friendly smile and stepped aside.

"Okay, you're clear. Go ahead and enjoy yourself, friend." he said.

With a quick thank you, Jaune walked into the night club and was immediately bombarded by the sounds of heavy bass from the dance floor and the many patrons chatting amongst each other. Jaune had to admit, the place does look like fun once you get past what appears to be lingering damage and incomplete repairs. Deciding that he might as well get a little something to drink, non-alcoholic obviously, he walked to the bar where the bartender was busy cleaning a glass with a simple dish rag.

Jaune did note, however, that he looked a little bit beat up. At least he thinks the man was if the fading bruises and band-aid above his eyebrow are anything to go by.

"Evening, lad. What'll it be?" the man asked.

"Uh, I'll just have a tall glass of ice water, please." Jaune said.

"Not much of a drinker, are you?" the man asked as he worked on Jaune's drink.

"Yeah, I mean, I am underage after all." the blonde noodle replied.

As the bartender set Jaune's water down he raised an eyebrow and took a close look at the lad.

"Hmm, say you look familiar to me. Have we met somewhere before?" he asked.

Jaune was about to say no, but that's when he got a better look at the man and the gears in his head began to kick it into overdrive. This man looked familiar to him. And if there's one thing about Jaune, it's that he never forgets the face of somebody he knows. This man's face is definitely ringing some bells in his head.

"Wait a minute… Uncle Hei?" Jaune asked.

The man, Heixong, or Junior as he preferred, gave a big booming laugh as he finally realized why Jaune looked so familiar to him. Only one person in the world has ever called him that.

"Jauney-Boy! Is that really you? It's been ages!" laughed Junior. "You sure have sprouted since I last saw you all those years ago! Wait right here, I'll go get the girls and be right back."

While Junior went to go and get his nieces, Jaune just smiled and took a sip of his water. Maybe his decision to come to this night club wasn't such a bad idea after all. After all he's finally getting the chance to reconnect with some of his oldest and dearest friends.

'It'll definitely be great to see Mel and Mil again after all these years.' he thought to himself.

***To Be Continued…***

Before anyone complains, I know that there hasn't been any drunken shenanigans in this chapter. But almost every Drunken Marriage story I've read has started out like that in some way. I want to add a little build-up before going into Jaune being drunkenly married. But anyway, I hope you all liked this chapter, and I hope to see some reviews for it. Good bye for now!