Woo guess who's procrastinating again

I don't own the series obviously. Although after that season finale, it seems my ships aren't too off.

Enjoy~

"Weiss, why does Facebook say it's your birthday?" Yang asked when the four of them were sat in the library one lunchtime.

"Because it is?" Weiss responded succinctly.

They all turned to look at her, surprised. "But… you never said anything?"

She sighed. "My parents always throw ridiculous parties for their rich friends and business contacts. I hate them. They're more like meetings and showing me off to the world than actually celebrating anything."

Yang nudged her shoulder. "Why don't we come?"

"No offence, but I don't think it would be you guys' scene. Rich, boring old white men talking about gasoline prices and trade deals with tycoons in the Middle East?"

"Sounds riveting," Blake said. "I just finished reading a fascinating journal on MENA politics anyway."

"You cannot be serious," Ruby laughed. "That sounds so boooring!" her head tipped from side to side as she stretched out the two syllables.

Weiss shook her head. "Just trust me on this. You can talk politics somewhere we won't be bored out of our minds."

"Will he be there?" Yang asked.

Weiss didn't even have to ask who the blonde meant. "As the son of one of my father's biggest clients, Cardin will be in attendance. Which means I'll probably have to play nice, and be polite, and probably dance with him-"

"Yeah, no, you're not doing any of that." Yang interjected.

"I don't really have a choice?"

"You always have a choice," Blake muttered. "The path of least resistance is a choice. Standing up to your parents is a choice."

"Well put," Yang said. "Anyways, Weiss, if you really don't want to disobey your parents we'll let it go. But what's the worst that could realistically happen?"

"I could screw up so bad they send me to military school?"

"Because you had your friends at your birthday party?" Yang replied. "Sounds perfectly reasonable to me."

"You don't understand," Weiss sighed. "They hate anything they can't control."

Blake nodded sympathetically.

"It's like, I know they'd probably never disown me because: THE SCANDAL; but at the same time I don't know what lengths they'd go to, to keep me quiet." The whole table fell silent for a bit. "So anyways, what are you guys doing tonight?" Weiss asked in a fake cheery voice.

Yang shrugged a shoulder. "Was gunna go out, but all the good clubs are too busy on Fridays, and all the crap ones are full of creeps."

"I know a great little bar a few miles outside L.A.," Blake offered. "Maybe you, Ruby and I could go?"

Ruby shook her head. "Gotta study tonight. Crazy Chem test on Monday."

Yang looked at her little sister. "Since when do you study on Friday nights?"

"Since now." She looked at her older sister slyly, and emphasised the next sentence. "You two should go together, though."

Yang considered this. "Blake, you down for that?"

Blake nodded in her nonchalant manner. "Sounds good. I'll pick you up at seven?"

Yang's expression was hard to read. Clearly trying to be low-key about the fact that she was about to go out, one-on-one with her crush, hidden under a layer of nervousness, and pure joy. The resulting look was a bizarre half-smirk half-constipated look. She nodded and quickly excused herself from the table.

Weiss half smiled to herself, and looked down at her lap where her phone had lit up. She and Jaune had been texting back and forth for the past few weeks, and she felt that she'd really gotten to know him a lot better. She still had butterflies every time she saw his name on the screen, or remembered that night. She went to open his message, but hesitated. Instead she opened the Facebook app and opened the Beacon Eyes page.

Or, what was left of it.

It looked like BE had either moved elsewhere entirely, or was on some seriously long break. Their video hadn't been posted, and she hadn't heard back from them when she had demanded to know what they wanted from her. Money, she had money? Did she need to buy their compliance?

Instead, they had left her on read. Maybe they were deliberating over what they wanted. Maybe they were using her panicky message as leverage, too. After all, paying someone to keep quiet was probably a crime too. She pushed her tongue against her teeth and closed the app. There was no winning with some people.

-That evening-

Yang sent Weiss a selfie for a second opinion. At this point, she needed someone who didn't think makeup was too complicated and basically lived off cookies. Ruby's only comment was "we all know Blake likes her tough guys- or girls. So play that part up." And she threw a black leather jacket at her older sister.

Weiss immediately texted back, "Too much eye shadow. Also what are those boots? You won't be able to stand up straight."

Yang nodded understandingly. "I'll get rid of the boots, but the eyeshadow is here to stay"

"Nope. Take some off."

"Not happening elsa"

"Can you not?"

"You know I have to. Talk later : ))))))))"

Weiss rolled her eyes and smiled. Sending back a quick emoji, she locked her phone and dropped it into the small clutch bag she'd elected to carry for the evening. As she walked to the door of her bedroom, she stopped in front of the mirror.

Dark grey-blue silk draped over her body in the form of an elegant floor length gown. Her bolero was also a dark grey, with a gemstone fastening. She had chosen to braid her hair into a chignon at the base of her neck instead of its usual ponytail, with her fringe and a few loose strands framing her face. Her makeup was a little more dramatic than usual, nothing gaudy of course, but enough to make her look a little older. She still felt like a teenager, though. Darn teenage years, they drag on forever.