The lilac-eyed brawler opened the entrance of the bar and walked inside, taking in the scenery. Okay, it looked good so far. Nice lighting, a calm vibe, pretty good so far. Now where is the personnel? Ah. There they are. Uncle and nephew. Nephew and uncle. A fitting combination even though they were clearly not alike—not even talking about the difference in age. She waved at several of her classmates who were seated at various tables with the appropriate drink to boost. She decided to sit at the bar, however, just wanting a quick drink and get back to… well she wasn't keen on studying to begin with anyways. Perhaps she could do some training exercises? That would definitely boost her energy level! Pondering on these different ideas, Yang failed to notice she had already reached the bar, and promptly bumped into one of many barstools.

"Ouch." She said, rubbing her sore hip. "Stupid stool."

"Are you alright?" the bartender asked.

Yang looked up at the man who had just expressed his concerns for her and laughed a bit as a reply. "Yeah, I've had worse." She replied, taking a seat on the stool she had just bumped into. "Nice place you got here."

"Thank you." the man replied, taking an empty glass off one of the many counters. "So what will you be having today…?"

"Yang." Yang replied. "And I'll just have a Haven's Sparkling—the lemon version, if possible."

"Lemon, eh? I took you for the sweet type, really." The bartender replied, getting to his knees as he took the bottle of Haven's Sparkling out of the second refrigerator. Taking a handful of ice and placing them in a wide-drink glass, the tender filled the glass with the bitter yet sweet liquid and placed it in front of Yang. "Here you go." He said, smiling to the Huntress in training. "Enjoy."

"Thanks." Yang replied, taking a sip from her drink. Smiling in delight at one of her favorite drinks soft drinks, she closed her eyes to savor the taste. "So good." she whispered to herself. Opening her eyes again to take another sip, she brought her attention back to the bartender. "You're the older guy, right?"

"Unfortunately." The bartender replied with fake sadness, scratching his cheek. "In case you've forgotten my name, which I think you did... I am Freddy."

"Now it's getting back to me." Yang said. "What was your nephew's name again?"

"Ramses." Freddy replied. "He's the younger one."

Yang nodded her head, signaling to Freddy that she understood what he meant. "So are you enjoying Beacon so far? You sure seem to love the food, since I've been seeing you and your nephew a bit too much in the cafeteria." She smirked, letting out a small laugh when Freddy's face turned a little red from her comment. "Oh relaaaaax." She said, taking another sip from her drink. "The food is pretty good, so I get why you visit the cafeteria every morning. And besides, who am I to tell you not to go there anymore? Like who do you think I am? Cardin Winchester?" she let out a laugh again.

"Why does that name sound familiar?" Freddy said, holding his chin in thought.

"Because that was the guy who almost beat your nephew up?" Yang replied.

"Oh you mean that guy!" Freddy said, shaking his head. "Can't believe I forgot about him."

"Forgetting about him is probably the best course of action." Yang snickered. Turning her head and looking out of one of the many windows, she hummed a soft tune before bringing her glass to her lips again. "I have to admit," she said after placing her glass back on the counter of the bar. "Whoever made this place did a good job."

"I guess so." Freddy replied. "So Yang, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself? I mean you look like a strong individual and I really like to make new friends and contacts."

"Isn't it a little weird that a guy your age wants to know a girl my age "better", eh?" Yang replied, chuckling to herself when Freddy's face became a little red from embarrassment. "I'm just messing with you." she said, leaning over the bar to pat his shoulder. "I'll tell you a bit more, but you have to promise me you tell me about yourself too."

"Deal." Freddy replied. "Allows me to properly introduce myself. I am Freddy Willers. I am fifty eight years old and gay. I've been a homosexual for twenty years now and don't regret it. I am single… unfortunately. I've been Ramses' uncle for nineteen years now. Held him in my arms when he was just this tall," he said, holding out both his index fingers until he had given Yang a proper length measurement of Ramses' length back then. "I don't really know what to tell you more, other than I've been a bartender and server for over twenty years now."

Yang nodded, taking in all of the info she had been given by the older bartender. When Freddy did not continue and their conversation went silent for a good five seconds, she decided it was her turn to uphold the other half of the deal. "Name's Yang," Yang said, pointing a thumb to her chest. "Yang Xiao Long. I'm Ruby Rose's sister. I know we don't look alike, but I'll get to that in a second. I'm a first year student at Beacon Academy. I'm a fighter, meaning I rather use my fists than swords or shields. I'm seventeen years old and… well, that's it, really."

"You said something about Ruby being your sister…" Freddy trailed of.

"Yeah," Yang replied, letting out a soft sigh. "I'd rather… not talk about that. Just remember that two mothers is sometimes better than one."

"While I cannot agree on that statement, I do know a certain someone who has been through the same." Freddy replied, taking a quick glance at the blonde haired bartender who was serving a group of students their drinks, laughing and talking to them while simultaneously keeping a friendly, yet serious posture. "When he was six years old Ramses' mother and father realized they did not love one another as they did before. It started with small arguments… until they became worse. Eventfully Ramses had to interfere. Just picture it in your head, Yang. A six year old who barely knows anything about what is going on between his parents is trying to separate them because he is sick and tired of their constant bickering."

"Imagine a six year old girl walking through a dark wood infested with Grimm looking for her biological mother." Yang whispered, keeping her voice as low as possible so Freddy did not hear her.

"It's a sad picture, I'll tell you that much." Freddy said.

Yang nodded her head, but could not picture the same picture Freddy had in mind. She was young when her mother had left her to go on some sort of an adventure or something. She didn't know why she left, but she would sure like to know. Summer was a nice mom too. Cookie baker and monster slayer, that was her! She really wanted her to be around from time to time, just so she could rely on someone if things went bad. And in a world like Remnant thing have a tendency for taking a bad turn.

Why was she even here again? Oh, right, to check out the bar. That was her first intention, yes. But now she's talking to an uncle, revealing her age and almost having revealed a bit too much of her past. And then there is the uncle… who just talks about his nephew and his life like it's an open book, ready to be read by anyone. In truth she didn't really know what to think of the situation. It had been a strange couple of days for her. Ah well, at least she still had her drinks.

"Your hair is very pretty." Freddy commented.

Her eyes widened.

That was not what she was expecting.

"Excuse me?" Yang asked, raising her eyebrow at him in suspicion.

"I said: Your hair is very pretty." Freddy repeated. "Is that a bad thing?" he continued, crossing his arms. "I don't say this to every girl I meet, and don't worry about anything, I am not "making a move" on you. That would be creepy and inappropriate… and most of all, illegal. I'm just being honest with my guests."

Yang looked at Freddy, inspecting his features to see if there was any malicious intent in them. She smiled a bit, however, when she looked into Freddy's chocolate brown eyes which were filled with complete honesty. He was being sincere, a trait she would like most boys to have—or in Freddy's case, men. She wished more men would be like that—sincere and honest towards everyone… well most of the times guys are honest and sincere with other guys… but when it comes to girls—and most of all impressing a girl by showing off, they would begin to show their true faces. She hated it. She still does.

"Thanks for the compliment." Yang replied, giving Freddy a warm smile. "Wish I could say the same about you, though." She joked, sticking out her tongue. She couldn't help but laugh when Freddy's eyes widened a bit and he ran his hands over his head.

"I might be bald but… well… oh who am I kidding?" Freddy asked himself, lowering his head in fake sadness. "There was once a time where my beautiful black hair would make anyone fall for me. Now that it's gone I… no, actually wait one second." Freddy said as he started counting numbers in his head, whispering them so that Yang could hear the as well. "Forty, forty one, forty—aha!" Freddy exclaimed, pointing his index finger at Yang. "In these last couple of years where I have been cursed with this baldness I've had more dates than you have brain cells! Take that, blondie!"

"Oh, but at least I can still use my charm and golden locks of hair to have things go my way." Yang retorted, taking another sip from her drink. "Do you really want to continue this?"

"I've had worse with Ramses." Freddy replied, crossing his arms. "But I guess that was enough fun for today." He concluded, smiling at Yang. "You're the type of person I could get accustomed with very quickly. Do you plan on coming here often?" he asked.

"I am now." Yang replied, holding out her hand. "Put 'em on there, Freddy."

Freddy, taking this as a sign of friendship and understanding of one another, took her hand into his with a firm grip and shook it. Letting go of her hand, he turned his head only to be greeted by an all too exhausted nephew. "Why are you panting?" Freddy asked, raising an eyebrow at his nephew.

"Because—wait, just let me catch my breath." Ramses replied, holding the back of his hand in front of his face, signaling to Freddy that he needed to stop talking. "I… I had to fast-walk because you were busy talking to," he said, turning his head towards the lilac-eyed brawler who was seated at the bar, looking at him with a curious expression planted on her face. "Well fuck me side-ways and call me Freddy Willers, if it isn't Yang Xiao Long."

"You can just keep it at "Yang", buddy." Yang replied.

"Well let me finish my sentence," Ramses said, clearing his throat. "I was busy fast-walking and prepping the drinks because you and Yang were having a conversation. Freddy, what the fuck, man? I mean you're the tender for today, so keep the focus while talking. I've been making these orders all by myself."

"Why didn't you call me out?" Freddy asked.

"Because you were talk-."

"So does anyone know how a girl can get her glass re-filled around here?" Yang asked, raising her glass in the air. She watched as Ramses simply shook his head and continued doing his thing. Yang looked at Freddy, who took the bottle of Haven's Sparkling and poured the drink in her glass. She nodded her head as a way of saying "thank you" to the older bartender. "What's up with him?" she asked, motioning her head to Ramses. "Stepped out of bed with the wrong leg?" she joked.

"No," Freddy replied. "He's right. Whenever I'm having a nice conversation with someone I tend to forget the world around me. I've had a lot of guests that had to wait longer to get their drinks because of me. I guess Ramses is just looking out for me."

"That's something you don't hear every day." Yang commented.

"Indeed." Freddy replied. "Now drink up, I think you've earned it."

Yang smiled, lifting up her fully refilled glass. "A toast… to our "friendship", I guess."

Freddy smiled and quickly filled an empty glass with tap water and put his glass to Yang's, the audible "cling" resonating form the contact of glass on glass. "To friendship."


It had been a very stressful day for Jaune Arc. Today Pyrrha had decided they would be training his condition instead of his swordsmanship. And that meant running. And lots of it. Jaune's lungs were burning up, his breath was short and heavy, and his body screamed for rest. He continued, however, only coming to a halt when Pyrrha ordered him to. Luckily for him that order came rather quickly, because Pyrrha seemed to have something on her head.

"Can we please lay down and rest?" Jaune asked, although it sounded more like a child's wine of exhaustion. "I can't feel my legs anymore."

"Sit." Pyrrha instructed as she sat down on a convenient placed bench.

Jaune, not thinking twice about her offer, instantly sat beside his teammate and took deep and long breaths, hoping that this would calm his body down to the point he wouldn't be seeing blurry anymore. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt the wooden surface of the bench on his back when he leaned back into it. Placing his hands behind his head, he turned his head to Pyrrha. "So what now?" he asked.

"Jaune… there is something that I have been meaning to tell you. It's been on my mind for quite some time now and I feel we really should talk about this in private." Pyrrha replied.

"Okay?" Jaune replied, unsure of what to think about this situation.

"It's about Ramses." Pyrrha said, causing Jaune to look at her in confusion. "Remember when we visited the bar late at night? At that time Ramses was telling us something and was getting a little too caught up in his story that he accidentally hurt himself. You remember what happened afterward?" she asked.

"Didn't we already discuss this with Ren and Nora? About Ramses' weird reaction to my aura." Jaune replied.

"Yes." Pyrrha replied. "It's just that… well it just doesn't sit right with me. I've never seen anyone have that kind of a reaction to aura. Your aura… we unlocked it now long ago, remember? I just can't believe that he had that kind of a reaction towards your aura. I mean you don't fully know how to use it yet. Can you imagine his reaction when I use my aura on him?" she asked.

"I wonder what happens when he unlocks his aura." Jaune commented. "Maybe he just needs a push into the right direction? Like the one you gave me, when you unlocked my aura. Maybe you need to unlock his too." He suggested, shrugging. "I mean what's the worst that can happen?"

"Before we do that I feel we need to have a conversation with Ms. Goodwitch before we try anything with Ramses." Pyrrha replied. "Deal?"

Jaune smiled and nodded his head in agreement. "Deal."