AN: I'm pleasantly surprised by the positive reactions that I've gotten from this fic. Honestly, this is my second attempt at writing a Drunken Marriage story, my first one didn't turn out so well and I ended up losing my drive to write it. But that hopefully won't be the case here. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
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A Night of Drunken Shenanigans
"...And to this day I still say it was worth setting off that garbage bomb in the teacher's desk that day. No matter what my parents say."
Jaune had been catching up with his two friends, Melanie and Miltia, and their uncle Junior for a good half hour since he arrived at the night club. During that time he had finished his water and decided to have a beer after Junior informed him that the legal drinking age had been reduced for hunters and huntresses in training since they never know when they might die on a mission. Convenient, no? It wasn't anything too strong, as he wasn't looking to get drunk.
He had just finished regaling them of his latest pranking masterpiece. A few days ago after history class, Jaune had gotten fed up with how Oobleck talks too fast for anyone to understand, thus making it impossible for anyone to take any decent notes to study for his outrageously difficult tests. Not to mention how he keeps zipping around the room like a shrew on cocaine, AND how he keeps rapidly changing the subject from what he's SUPPOSED to be teaching! It was driving Jaune nuts! And he wasn't not the only one. So, as a form of payback to the disastrous teacher for essentially screwing the whole class over academically, Jaune built a garbage bomb and set it in Oobleck's desk. It wasn't lethal, but it was very, very, VERY stinky.
The next day as class rolled around, Oobleck went to his desk to retrieve his seemingly bottomless thermos of coffee… only to get hit by an explosion SO STRONG it sent him into the wall and covered him in all sorts of garbage! Moldy food, decaying plastic that hadn't been properly recycled, as well as rotten fruits and vegetables. With a bit of raw sewage for good measure. Needless to say, the whole class got a good laugh out of that one and Oobleck had to take a week off just to take continuous showers to try and get the smell out. Jaune may have gotten detention with Glynda Goodwitch for a month, having to scrape the gum off the undersides of the desks as punishment…
But to Jaune, it was worth it! And he regrets nothing!
Needless to say, Junior and his nieces had a good laugh about that story. Junior had been pounding his fist on the bar table due to his mirth, and Melanie and Miltia were holding their sides from laughing so hard.
"Man, Jauney, you get into the best misadventures!" giggled Miltia.
"Yeah! I wish we could've been there!" Melanie added as she wiped away a year of mirth.
Miltia and Melanie, the Malachite Twins, are very difficult to tell apart unless you know what subtle signs to look for. Both are around the same height, have the same hair color and skin tone, the same green eyes, and they have near identical figures. The only differences are the length of their hair and the color of their clothing and makeup. Miltia wears white clothes and makeup and her hair is longer as she has it grow out to her mid back.
Melanie, however, wears a red ensemble with black trim and has her hair cut to neck length. Other than these minor details, however, one can hardly tell who's who.
"Can't say I blame you for doin' what you did, Jaune. From the sound of things, this guy is shit as a teacher." Junior said, being rather blunt about his opinion.
"Not exactly how I would put it. But you're not wrong." Jaune said. "Sometimes I feel like he's more interested in bragging about his accomplishments in archeology than he is about actually teaching us about history. Hardly any better than Professor Port is as a teacher. I mean, don't get me wrong the man is definitely a great fighter, but he spends more time going over his autobiography than he does teaching us about the very monsters that we're going to be protecting humanity from."
All three winced at that. They were wondering just what the heck Ozpin was thinking when he hired these two as members of the school's teaching staff. Then again, it could have been the Vale Council's doing. They're known for being both notoriously greedy, and impossibly incompetent.
"Well, look on the bright side. At least you're doing better in combat class than you were at the start." commented Mil.
"Maybe, but I'm still farther behind the rest of my peers. Even more now that all of them seem to be getting even stronger as the year goes by! The gap between myself and all of them keeps widening, and it's infuriating!" exclaimed Jaune. "I swear, every time I lose a match in class, Miss Goodwitch looks at me like I'm nothing more than a stain on the school's reputation. Most days, I think she just hates me. Then again, I don't blame her for it. All the other students at Beacon went there with years of combat experience and good training under their belts. Things that I was denied by my family even though all I ever wanted in life was to become a hunter who fights to protect, just like Grandpa and his father before him."
Jaune downed the rest of his beer in one big gulp before crushing the empty can and setting his head on the counter with a heavy sigh. Junior looked to his nieces as they too looked at him. All three of them were very concerned for the blonde noodle before them. They knew him since Mel and Mil were little girls still growing up in Jaune's hometown before they had to move. As far as they remember, the twins were Jaune's only real friends outside of his family. And his parents and sisters weren't too supportive about Jaune's goal of becoming a hunter. True, he's the only son among seven daughters, but they should have been more supportive of what Jaune wanted to be in life.
All three of them know that Jaune was plenty supportive of his sisters and their goals.
They needed to find a way to help cheer poor Jaune up. Goodness knows he needs a little more happiness in his life. And maybe a girlfriend.
"I told you we should have stopped at a refueling station before we left, but did you listen? No, you didn't. And now we're stuck on a technologically inferior planet." quipped a voice that sounded like it belonged to a young woman.
"Well, excuse me for not having sufficient credits! Lack of jobs happens to affect us bounty hunters too, you know!" growled a more mature woman's voice.
"Now, now, let's not fight. We came here for information, not to cause a scene." said a serene sounding woman's voice.
"Oh, well call me ignorant, but I'd say our appearances are doing a good enough job of making a scene on their own, 'cause everyone's staring at us." quipped a fourth voice, also female.
The three looked up at the door to see some very strange individuals walking into the bar/nightclub. The group was composed entirely of women of varying ages, but they certainly didn't look like humans. Well, they were humanoid in body structure, but they clearly weren't humans or Faunus. Nobody knew exactly what to call them. Each woman was humanoid in body structure, but that's where the similarities between them and humans ended.
The first of the women looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, and was wearing an outfit that looked like it was both armored and built more for a civilian lifestyle (Basically, it's her Season 7 outfit). She had orange skin, deep blue eyes, and full dark gray lips that really stood out against her orange skin. Instead of hair, she had a strange set of blue and white horns growing out of her head. And attached to them were two strange tentacle-like protrusions that went over her shoulders and a third one growing from the back of her head. On her face were markings that were pure white. Two zigzagging lines going down from the top of her head and over her eyes acting like eyebrows with a pair of diamond shapes on her forehead, and a single wing-like marking on each side of her face.
Next to her was an older woman who looked to be in her mid to late twenties, and looked a lot like the first young lady but with some noticeable differences. Instead of her skin being orange it was more of a vibrant red color. Kind of like having a permanent case of sunburn, but without the pain. Or the skin cancer. And she too had gray lips, but hers were a lighter shade looking more on the whitish side. Her horns and, for lack of a better term, headtails, were much longer and more pronounced than the first girl's, likely as a sign of this strange woman being of an older age. Finally, she had different markings which were white ovals going over each eye with a single, thinner oval the same color as the rest of her skin above where her eyebrows would be. Her choice of clothing was a set of brown robes that concealed all except for her head, neck, and hands thus giving her a more graceful and mysterious vibe.
The third and fourth women looked to be the most human with only a few minor differences. The first woman had ashen white skin with dark gray lips and a set of gray markings that appeared to be tattoos, though they might be natural, going down from the corners of her mouth. She was dressed in armored clothing, and her head was for the most part bald, though it did look like she might be letting her hair grow back. The second woman looked almost entirely human with black hair done up in several thin, tight braids, yellow eyes with a dusting of red eyeshadow underneath, and dark lips. Her clothing consisted of a tube top that left her midriff exposed, a pair of tight black pants, and a pair of boots. What really set her off as not human were the blood red horns growing out of her head. The bartender and his nieces suspected that she might be a Faunus of some sort.
A porcupine or hedgehog Faunus, maybe? It's possible, but at the same time unlikely.
The last two women looked almost exactly the same, and yet totally different. Both of them had the exact same hourglass figure that most men prefer, and many women would kill for, and had an exotic beauty unseen in Vale. However, they clearly weren't human. One of them had blue skin, brown eyes, and purplish-pink lips while the other had skin as red as blood, yellow eyes, and ornate black tattoos covering most of her body, including her lips. Although that may just be their natural color. The blue-skinned woman wore a form fitting brown tank top that exposed a little cleavage, though not enough to be called slutty, a pair of brown pants, and combat boots. The other woman wore a pair of black, leather opera gloves, thigh length black boots, and what was essentially a black bikini/loincloth combo. But the one thing they both have in common is that they both have a pair of headtails growing out of the back of their heads.
'The fuck is up with these guys?' Junior thought to himself.
'Are they a group of cosplayers, or something?' Mel and Mil thought to themselves.
The six ladies all had one thing in common though, besides their rather otherworldly appearances that is. And it would be the fact that they all had these strange, metal cylinders clipped to their belts. Each one was unique in design, with one of them appearing to be made from some sort of coral substance. Were they supposed to be overly complicated sword hilts, or something?
The exotic beauties ignored the lecherous gazes of several of the obviously drunk patrons as they made their way to the bar. Jaune hardly noticed them, not even looking up at them as they took the remaining seats at the bar table with the blue skinned woman on his left and the orange skinned beauty on his right.
"Good evening, ladies. Can I help you?" Junior asked professionally.
"We'll take some drinks. What do you have that's strong?" asked the white skinned woman asked.
"Well, we do have something that might suit your needs if you're looking to unwind and forget your troubles. It's called Vacuan Ambrosia, and it's a drink that's specifically made for hunters and huntresses because it's one of the few alcoholic beverages that can breech their aura and get them drunk. But because of its unbelievably high potency, customers are required to sign a waiver stating that they take full responsibility for whatever may happen if they get drunk after drinking this stuff." Junior explained as he pulled out a bottle of amber orange colored liquor.
He also pulled out a scroll tablet with a copy of the waver pulled up and a stylus so they could sign if they were interested. Most of the ladies looked unsure about this. They didn't really know what this aura stuff is, though they could guess that hunters and huntresses were the terms used for the warriors of this planet. It seemed like a strangely archaic yet advanced culture that none of them were really used to. And they've been to a lot of strange places in their lifetimes.
"What the hey? I'll take a shot of that stuff." said the red-skinned woman with tattoos as she signed the waiver. "I need something strong to forget about all this bantha poodoo that's going on in the galaxy right now. And good hard liquor is just the thing for the job. Just one question… what's aura?"
"You seriously don't know what aura is?" Mil asked incredulously, getting a shake of the head in response. "Girl, what planet are you from?"
"Well, those two were born on Shili but raised for the most part on Coruscant, she was born on Dathomir and then was pretty much nomadic in the galaxy, she grew up on Felucia, and my blue counterpart and I were born on Ryloth." the same red woman replied as she pointed to the two horned women, the pale girl, the more human looking woman, and then herself and her blue companion.
"...What are you on about?" Melanie asked.
The orange skinned woman cleared her throat.
"Clearly we're getting off on the wrong foot. Allow us to introduce ourselves." she said. "I'm Ahsoka Tano."
"I am Shaak Ti. Ahsoka and I are what you'd call Togruta." the more serene woman said.
"Asajj Ventress. Just call me Ventress. And I'm just a simple Night Sister." said the seemingly bald woman.
"My name is Maris Brood, and I am a Zabrak. It's a pleasure to meet you all." said the third horned woman.
"Aayla Secura." the blue skinned woman said with a slight French accent.
"So how much are these drinks gonna cost us?" the tattooed woman asked only for Aayla to elbow her in the ribs. "Oh, I'm Talon. Aayla and I are Twi'leks."
By this point, Jaune had picked his head off the table and finally noticed the new company. Oh sure, he heard their voices just fine and learned their names easily, but he was astonished by their otherworldly appearances. And from the sound of things, they didn't sound like Faunus. Nor do they look like Faunus, come to think of it.
"Well, it's nice to meet you all. I'm Jaune, and these are some good friends of mine." Jaune said as he gestured to Junior and his nieces. "That's Hei Xong, the manager of this establishment. Just call him Junior, everyone does. And these are his nieces Melanie and Miltia. Miltia is the one in white while Melanie wears red."
The three exchanged greetings with the, apparently, otherworldly ladies as Jaune began to explain things about their planet to them. About how their world was infested with black creatures that prey on human flesh known as Grimm, which led to the discovery of Dust and the eventual creation of the hunters and huntresses that fight to protect humanity from this never ending threat. He also explained how one's aura is their life energy and is used by hunters and huntresses in battle in order to do things like increase their durability, enhance their senses, put more power into their physical attacks, and even rapidly heal their wounds. Then he told them about how those with their aura unlocked, with enough training, can manifest a special power known as a Semblance which is unique to each individual and is a reflection of that person's soul. In addition, he explained how a person only has so much aura and that it can break and leave them vulnerable if they take too much damage in battle.
Needless to say, the ladies were mighty impressed and hung on to every word the Arc lad spoke as he explained how several schools were set up in the four kingdoms of Vale, Vacuo, Mistral, and Atlas in order to train the next generation of hunters and huntresses. Jaune offhandedly mentioned how he was also a student at one of these schools, Beacon Academy, but how he wasn't the strongest fighter among his peers. Which, because of the beer in his system, led to him telling his life story about how he had always idolized his grandfather and the Arc ancestors, and wanted to be a hunter in order to be a hero who protects just like they did. And how his parents didn't support his dream and tried everything they could think of, barring military school and boarding schools, to try and sway him from this path. Which eventually led to him taking his grandfather's old weapon, Crocea Mors, and running away from home in order to prove himself worthy of being a hunter.
Suffice to say it was a lot to take in.
"Wow. Just… wow." mumbled Ahsoka.
The younger Togruta was truly at a loss for words after what she had just heard.
"You mean to tell me that you joined a school for warriors without any formal training just to rebel against your family's wishes and to have the chance to follow in your grandfather's footsteps?" Talon asked. "And they didn't train you in the first place because you didn't seem to show any natural talent for fighting and so they wrote you off as weak. AND you're the only son amongst SEVEN DAUGHTERS?!"
"Yup. That about sums it up." sighed Jaune.
The group was quiet for a brief moment as they took a moment to digest all of this new information. It was all so surreal to them, and they've seen a lot of wacked out shit in their time. Finally, Ventress smirked and started to laugh.
"You've got yourself some real balls of chrome steel, Arc. I respect that." she said.
"Thanks, but my parents were right. I'm not strong. And I'll never be a hunter with how weak and pathetic I am." Jaune said as his depression started to kick in.
"Oh, come on! I'm sure your family never said that." Ahsoka said reassuringly.
"They were thinking it." Jaune said. "In fact, when I called my Mom and told her and my folks that I had been accepted into Beacon and passed initiation, at first they seemed happy for me. Until they told me that if things got too difficult that I was always welcome to come home. They told me straight to my face that it was okay for me to give up on my dreams, as though they didn't even really care what I thought or felt!"
Junior and the girls all winced at that, not really able to imagine someone they cared about telling them something like that. For Ahsoka, Shaak Ti, and Aayla, their own masters had been very supportive of them and helped them overcome the hurdles they faced when they were just apprentices. Anakin Skywalker, Quinlan Voss, and even Shaak Ti's own master… the three alien beauties missed them greatly.
Maris put a hand on Jaune's shoulder and told him "You aren't weak, Jaune. You have a great inner strength that just needs proper guidance and belief to be brought to the surface. It's your parents' own fault for not training you. Nobody starts out as a gifted warrior, that's what training is for. To become strong through experience."
Shaak Ti nodded in agreement. She's spoken to many a youngling and Padawan who thought the same things of themselves for one reason or another back at the temple on Coruscant. All they needed was a gentle push in the right direction and they finally found their paths to true strength.
"She's right, Jaune. You just need someone to help draw your latent power to the surface. And we will help you do that." Shaak said.
"You really mean that?" Jaune asked, his voice and facial expression full of newfound hope.
"Hell yeah we will!" exclaimed Talon. "You're an interesting sort, Jaune. And we can sense a great strength laying dormant within you, waiting to be let loose upon the world. With our help, you'll become the greatest hunter the galaxy has ever known!"
Jaune smiled as he found himself feeling a lot better knowing that these lovely ladies, each of whom seemed like a very capable warrior, was willing to help him be the best he can be when almost no one else would. Even though they've only known him for less than two hours.
"Thanks, girls. That honestly means a lot." Jaune said as he reached for the scroll tablet and signed the waiver. "What do you say we have a drink to celebrate our newfound camaraderie? On me."
"Alright. But only because you offered." relented Aayla.
She and her fellow Jedi, as they had explained to Jaune and the others earlier, weren't heavy drinkers so they tended to steer clear of anything with alcohol in it. But since Jaune was willing to buy them all drinks to celebrate, they figured they might as well be polite and accept. The remaining five ladies signed the waiver while Junior poured nine shot glasses of Vacuan Ambrosia, one for Jaune and one for each of the girls. Melanie and her sister had already signed the waiver, but they had a very high tolerance to alcohol and could handle a shot of this drink and only come out of it slightly tipsy.
They rose their glasses and got ready to have a good time. The otherworldly ladies were even allowing themselves to lower their guard for the evening despite everything that had happened to them recently.
After all, it was just a few drinks to celebrate their newly established friendships.
What could happen?
***To Be Continued…***
Ohhh boy. You should know that tempting fate like that is just begging for something to happen, whether it be good or bad. Or even hilarious. Anyway, hope you guys and girls enjoyed the chapter. Thanks for reading, and I'll see ya next time. REVIEW, PLEASE!