Rude Ruby
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Ah, the Beacon Dance.
What a lovely night. Neptune always enjoyed these social gigs. Not only were there hot chicks, but the whole party-like atmosphere always did wonders for his mood. "Big mood," as he liked to call it. Whatever weary or trivial thoughts could have plagued him were instead replaced with the enjoyment of the dance. He wasn't even a student here, but it all clicked for him pretty quickly.
Except for that one girl drinking what looked like grape juice in the corner in the most depressing way possible. Wasn't her name Ruby Rose?
Raising an eyebrow, Neptune glanced around from his seat against the wall. And no, he wasn't sitting there because he couldn't dance- he just felt the heavy need to relax, that's all.
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...Okay, he sucked at dancing. He even told Jaune about it, which led to him talking with Weiss. It was... pretty nice, actually. He didn't think talking with the snowy angel could turn out being pretty natural. They talked about a handful of things like what their lives were like, what they wished to not show up often- and boy, did she have plenty of things she didn't like, contrary to what she seemed like at first. It was probably the most casual fun he had in a while, and that was totally cool.
He had to give it to Jaune- the guy really knew more about being natural with people.
Then there was the dark-haired girl drinking endlessly.
She sure looks depressed, though he watched the girl curiously as he pondered as to why she could end up like that. Seriously, he wasn't the type to think heavily like a philosopher or anything, but even he could tell her very presence emitted an odd aura. This wasn't Aura, oh no- this was a lethal aura.
She didn't look his type, but since he didn't have much to do, he got up and headed over to her. Who knew just why Ruby chucked herself in a corner in such a lonely way? From what he'd seen of her, she didn't seem like one to do that.
Standing in front of her, Neptune put a hand against his hip as he grinned. "Mind if I sit here?" He asked.
The girl practically chugged the bottle she held, though she paused when he spoke to her as she cracked an eye open at his direction. When she proceeded to keep drinking, Neptune shrugged and took the opportunity to sit.
"Tough times?"
Slamming the bottle against her lap, Ruby took a deep breath and let out the most energy-sapping sigh he'd ever witnessed.
"Toughest," she growled, not looking at his direction.
Okay. He had to admit, he didn't think that would be the answer. Still, at least she wasn't swearing like a sailor-
"FUCKING HELL!"
Whoops.
Lifting a stained part of her dress with no shame, Ruby shouted, "It's like this fucking bottle is bitching to me now, holy shit."
Evidently, drinking from a bottle so brutishly and not expecting some of it to spill on you was kind of like a letter of challenge to fate.
"If it helps to make you feel any better," Neptune pointed out, "your dress is red."
"Yeah, but it looks like I pissed out fucking babies or something."
Putting up a thoughtful look, Neptune wondered what to say before shrugging in agreement.
"Been busy?" He asked Ruby. "Weiss told me you're, uh... pretty stressed lately."
Another drink had Ruby silent for a minute. When she let the bottle hang between her fingers to the side, she grumbled, "Stressed, huh? Yeah, it's so like her to sugarcoat her own words. She called me a fucking bitch, Nep Nep."
As her words grew louder and louder, Neptune winced more and more. "Quite frankly," Ruby continued, "she should look at a fucking mirror. Go on and let her ask 'Mirror, mirror, who's the one having the worst menstruation of all?' I swear, the spoiled shit is just getting worse and worse and worse and WORSE like it's Groundhog Day with a dose of shittiness attached to it! Worst of all is that she looked "guilty" after trying to shank me when I had to put up with her shit since the very fucking second I met her."
She clutched her hair with her free hand as she swung her head up in pure fury.
"That fucking bitch should go back to the icy shithole and go FUCK HERSELF!"
Kicking the ground without giving herself room to breathe, she ignored the frightened expressions of some of the students who could hear her past the music.
Meanwhile, Neptune simply stared at her, eyes wide and blinking ever-so-carefully.
A moment of silence fell between the two as the party continued. Love and fun was in the air, none of it from the grumpy reaper in the corner. The only thing coming from her was the faint scent of alcohol lingering around her.
Long as it felt, only a few seconds passed.
"She's probably sorry."
Glaring at Neptune, Ruby growled menacingly, "Don't make me make you feel sorry."
Turning directly to him, she leaned over as she slammed her forehead against his, her eyes wide and deranged as she seethed,
"It doesn't fucking help that I beat the shit out of some bitch in spandex in the CTT earlier AND had to convince some Atlesian general cunt to arrest her instead of me. I'm literally a drink away from trashing this shithole down-"
"W-Whoa, relax," Neptune quickly jumped before she could go any further. When Ruby at least complied partially, he continued, "I'm just saying, we're not always the way people think we are, right?"
A long, hard glare from her almost made him reconsider his own words. Fortunately, she seemed to relax at his words and instead let out a long sigh.
Crisis averted. Literally, if what any of she said was true.
"Hey, Neptune."
"Yeah?"
"What's your type of chick?"
Now that was one heck of a curveball, and a curveball he felt inclined to catch as gloriously as possible. A wide, dumb grin spread across his face as he let out a loud noise of intellectual cherry-picking.
"Heavy top," he began, pretending to hold two coconuts.
Ruby raised a curious eyebrow. "Oh?"
Turning to her, Neptune spread his arms out as he added, "Long, blonde hair."
She seemed genuinely amused at that. "And?"
Smacking the side of his hips, he added with a wink, "Love-bearing hips."
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"PFFFFFFFT."
Bursting out into a sudden fit of laughter, Ruby kicked her legs wildly as she practically threw the bottle down. If he didn't know any better, she almost looked drunk off her mind, but her response was at least different from her usual drawling.
Well, he hoped it was a good response, at least.
"What the fuck," Ruby wheezed as she snorted. "Look, I can try tossing Yang all over your fucking face! Yeah, like a date or some shit. You can go fuck off with that."
Whoa!
"You serious?" Neptune asked incredulously.
"Yeah," Ruby nodded. Because that means I won't have to deal with her fucking shit for a bit longer.
Not that he'd understand, though.
As she sighed briefly, she shook her head as she mumbled, hiding her mouth with her hand, "You're so fucking simple it hurts. It's amazing how you're lacking in so many dimensions."
"Hey, now! I got one dimension, and it's cool."
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Neptune winked.
"Go fuck yourself, Neptune."
"Well, at least that won't hurt because that's not simple."
Ruby groaned as she looked away, her eyes scanning for a nearby bottle she dropped to smash the guy's head against.
"Hey, your face is all red like your name! Not my fault, nope."
"I can't imagine what the fuck would happen if you and Yang had kids."
"The fuck you mean 'Cinder is in the hospital'?"
"It's as her two henchmen reported, sir," the White Fang spy spoke, remaining in a straight posture. "Cinder was somehow spotted and defeated at the CTT. It appeared someone beat her relentlessly with... fists."
"...Fists."
"Yessir."
Adam rolled his eyes. Well, there went the plan of fucking everyone over. Maybe that meant he was a little more free to act on his own accord.
Oh, right, there was the High Leader, but he doubted she'd listen to him over her own loud voice.
Standing next to Adam, his trusted lieutenant spoke up. "We have yet to start capturing Grimm for the invasion, sir. I believe it will be best if we hold off."
"...Go on, lieutenant."
"Frankly speaking, if Cinder is gone, so is the whole plan of invading the academy in the first place. Our goal was to damage the academy as much as possible and use the academy's downtime to bring more Faunus to the White Fang's cause. Also, if someone of Cinder's calibur could be defeated, then it's a definite risk to invade the academy."
Nodding, Adam turned to a map set on a display, showing Beacon's surroundings.
Still, he had some unfinished business to settle.
And he wanted to finish it fast...
"I have some business to attend to, but for the most part, we'll be holding off for now," Adam said conclusively. "We're going to relocate as well, just in case our location is compromised. Lieutenant, ensure that no Faunus is left behind in this camp."
"Yessir."
Oh, yes. His business was ballsy, and not just in a metaphorical way.
No matter what, he was going to have a long, long talk with Blake. And he wasn't going to be giving her any puppy eyes.
Actually, that sounded kind of hot, even if she was technically a cat. Maybe he'd forgive her.