A/N: And now, to address a review!
thechurro98: The events are currently in season 1 of RWBY and season 10-11 in RVB, so currently, their just starting the Chorus trilogy.
Disclaimer: I don't own these shows, Rooster Teeth does
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McGraw's Bar, Vale
Winter
I had to admit, I never thought I'd find myself in this situation. I knew all the names I had for my cold attitude, 'Ice Queen' being prominent among them. I lived by the code of work first, fun later, but here recently, it's been too much work. I would have won that fight with Blaze if I hadn't felt overwhelmed.
When I had let the vigilante get away, I knew that I needed to be at my best. What better way than to get a drink and to relax, as many of my peers did. They always seemed at their best after a night of drinking, although perhaps not immediately the next day, or some other relaxing moment. I had remembered the bartender's words, went to the hotel where I took a shower and bid Echo a good night, and headed down to that club around 11 o'clock.
Now, here at sat at a bar next to Cole, speaking about my life with my sister. I supposed it was the alcohol making me open up so warmly, but it could have been his looks, too. While handsome, and the scar and milky white eye certainly mysterious, he also seemed to have a welcoming aura that seemed to greet all.
"So, you haven't really spoken to your sister in a while?"
"No, I regret not spending more time with her when we were younger. Perhaps if I had, we'd be closer." I sighed, downing a sip of my drink. I believe it was Scotch. Cole was drinking whiskey.
"So why are you after the vigilante? Got a personal grudge or something?" He asked.
I shook my head, "No, Echo, the boy I was with earlier this evening. He has an assignment, to help the VPD, who currently wants the vigilante. I received orders from the Atlas higher-ups, and here I am."
"So, you don't think he's evil or something?"
"No, he's doing the job of a Hunter. The only thing wrong with it is that he's not a Hunter." I told him honestly.
Cole chuckled. "So if Blaze was a Hunter, you'd be fine with him?" He asked, then drank while I answered.
I rolled my eyes. "No, probably not. I'm pretty sure he tried to touch my assets during a fight."
Cole choked on his drink. "I'm sure he didn't mean to…" He protested, laughing and coughing at the same time.
"I don't know, he was a bit unnecessarily close."
"If I may speak freely…" He paused.
I nodded, "You may."
"Honestly, I don't blame him. Not saying I would try to touch you like that, I don't like women because of their cup size." He told me.
A rush of heat filled my face. "Cole, that's completely inappropriate."
"Just speaking my mind." He grinned, downing the rest of his drink.
I looked at him, now curious. "Then what does interest you?"
His eyebrow rose. "What do you mean?"
"What do you look for in a woman, if not at her hourglass figure?"
Cole chuckled. "Hourglass is nice, but I can't stand when the top and bottom are too big." He commented. "But looks do interest me. It's just that I admire integrity. You'll find men are obsessed with what they can't have, they set their sights on people above their level. My parents always told me I needed to learn how to cook, in case my looks failed."
"Did you?"
"I know a thing or two." He said modestly.
"Although I must say, I don't think your looks failed."
Cole smiled. "Now, what happened to that cold woman here a while ago?" He joked.
Indeed, I was surprised at my own open behavior, and at the flirting banter going between us. I partially blamed the alcohol, another part was telling me it was my desire to finally not be the no-nonsense woman I was raised to be.
"So, are there any defining features you have on your wish list?"
"I learned a long time ago I liked girls with rare hair. Blonde, auburn, white, that sort of stuff, more than black or brown. Eye color never really mattered to me." He answered. "What about you?"
"What about me?" I asked.
"What do you look for?"
I sighed. "Sad thing is, I don't really. I've never looked for a relationship. In fact, I've never had one."
"Never?"
"My father always was introducing me to the upper-class bachelors, but they all seemed a bit too selfish for my taste. That, and they all wanted a part of my name, more than me. They were in it for the fame."
"Fame?" Cole questioned. "What fame. I've never heard about you."
I stared at him. "Never? Are you serious?"
He nodded.
"Well, I never got into dating as a teen, I was too busy training to join the military. I graduated top of my class, but I still haven't had a first kiss."
He shook his head. "So that's why you're so uptight."
"Excuse me?" I asked incredulously.
"Love is one of the most freeing senses in the world. When you're with the person you love, you relax, and when you're apart, you look forward to seeing them again, sometimes an ache that grows as your apart."
I shrugged. "I never thought it was important." I told him. "How do you know so much about love?"
"I loved this girl, but I'll never see her again."
"I'm sorry."
"I've moved on." He said, but it was almost as if he was convincing himself.
Cole finished another shot of whiskey. It was enough to make most men buckle, but he seemed as sober as when they started.
"You're a soldier, aren't you?" I asked him.
"Used to be. I was Spec Ops."
"Really, which military and war?"
"You wouldn't know it, it was a secret organization that had fifty agents, and we worked under the radar."
"Is that how you damaged your eye, in a warzone?"
"No, it was a training exercise. They managed to get live ammo on the course, and I got stunned, thrown back through a pillar, actually, when a grenade landed next to me. One of the other agents used this paint that locked up our armor, so it saved me, but I got this."
I stared at him. Live ammo on a training course. "That's hard to believe. Most of our armors aren't able to withstand a grenade from that close."
"The armor was developed just for us in the organization, so no one in Remnant's military has it, it would cost too much to produce."
Winter nodded. "I see."
Cole finished another shot, then looked at a nearby clock. "Well, I guess I should head home. Got plenty of work to do tomorrow."
"Same here." I told him.
York stood, then seemed to debate something in his mind, then he looked to me. "Winter, would you like to go out for dinner tomorrow? With Me?" He added.
I was taken aback in surprise. "Excuse me?"
"I was just thinking, since you've haven't been out on a date in awhile, maybe you could go on one with me." He explained, rushing through the sentence. "But its fine if you don't want to, I completely understand why you wouldn't want to go with some lowlife like-"
"Sure." I found myself saying, which surprised me. I'd never been on a date, how was I doing this so easily?
He looked into my eyes. "Really?"
"Why not? I'd like to go on a date with you." I told him, testing the words I'd never spoken together in the same sentence out.
Cole smiled. "Alright. I'll pick you up. Where?"
"I'm at the Vytal Hotel on 1st and Cherry."
"Near the Precinct?"
"Yes, it is."
He nodded. "Alright, then. I'll pick you up at seven."
"I'll see you then, Cole."
"I forgot to tell you. My friends call me York."
