A/N: Welcome to another installment of My Turn!

Last we left off, Qrow and I got into a bit of a scuffle…that he started.

Now, I'm off with Vert to get drunk at Junior's Club.

By the way…if you haven't noticed, I've finally changed the rating to M. Why?

Er, just read and you'll see why.

ON WITH THE CHAPTER!


EDIT (10/14/2016 12:50am): Review responses have been put in below the ending A/N at the designated time.


Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY.


(Qrow POV)

Well, we had come to a decision regarding Colt Remington.

And to be honest…I didn't like it one bit.

"You can't be serious, Oz?"

Ozpin gave me a hard stare. "Does it look like I'm joking?"

Well…no, but-.

"This kid is talking crazy, Oz! You can't actually be considering what he's saying is true, are you?"

"I never said that…but-."

He sipped his mug. "James and I did a background check on Mr. Remington while he's been resting. And you know what we found?"

I raise an eyebrow and wait.

"Nothing," Ironwood finished.

"There isn't a trace of a Colt Remington even existing in any of the Kingdoms," Ozpin continued. "While he could easily have been born outside the Kingdoms, the only place that could reveal the answers to us is no longer there."

Huh….

"He could still be a spy for the Queen," I put in.

Ozpin sighed. "Yes, I have not discounted that theory, Qrow. But…I'm not betting on it either."

"If I'm being honest," he continued. "I at least believe the part of him only wanting to help. The young man stepped in at a critical moment and saved Amber from agents of the Queen."

Ironwood interrupted. "Why keep referring to her as the Queen? Glynda and I are aware of her true name, now."

Ozpin remained silent.

I turned to the hologram screen. "Jimmy…don't press the issue."

Ironwood took a look at Ozpin…and sighed.

"Very well."

Glynda stepped up. "Whether this Colt is a friend or enemy is what we wish to find out. Hence, our decision."

Ozpin nodded. "After all…wouldn't the best way to learn more of him be to keep him close?

Keep your friends close, and you enemies closer.

Whether Colt was a friend or enemy, the message was all the same.

I sighed. "Oh alright."

"Good…now go get him."

I looked confused. "What?"

Ozpin gestured to the screen to show a recording of Vert and Colt jacking a Bullhead.

My eye twitched. "…Why me, though?"

"Simple…you owe Mr. Remington an apology."

I gawked.

"Qrow, even James and Glynda will tell you that what you said was in poor taste…and honestly, uncalled for."

"He's a lunatic!"

"You basically accused him of killing his entire village."

"…"

"How would you feel if you were accused of something terrible to happen that was out of your control?"

The thought of Ruby never looking at me (or Ozpin) the same again if she found out why Summer really died.

I sigh. "Fine…I may have been…a bit out of line."

"A bit?" Ozpin, Glynda and Ironwood deadpanned.

"Don't push it."

Ozpin sighed. "Just go get Mr. Remington and Mr. Bowman."

I let out an annoyed grunt, but otherwise listened to the man.

Still…where the hell was I gonna find those two?

Eh, maybe Amber and Violet will know.


(My POV)

Vert and I were currently wandering around downtown Vale.

First, we had stopped by at the infirmary to ask Amber to watch Violet a little longer. Turns out, she didn't mind, as she had grown to like my daughter's company. Violet herself was ecstatic, exclaiming that she and Amber could have a tea party.

Kinda wish I could see how that turned out, but the bar calls to me….

I swear, I better not be turning into Qrow. That would be a nightmare.

Anyway, we "borrowed" one of the Beacon Bullheads and made our way towards Vale. During the ride, Vert handed me back Lucky, MM, and Dundee.

I still needed to ask him about that knife.

As we approached, Vert used his name to avoid hassle with the docking area, and we asked for directions to Junior's Club after we landed.

Which lead to now….

"So just to be clear," Vert said. "…I'm not in this 'RWBY' show?"

I sigh. "Again Vert, no…you're not."

He scoffed. "Well, that's bullshit. I'm Vert Bowman! How can I not be in it?"

"First of all, the show only focuses on the main characters. Second of all-."

I pause. "…You know what? I don't wanna argue about this. You're not it in, and that's that."

Vert muttered. "The show would be a lot better with me in it."

"Yeah…sure."

We continued on our way until the bar was within our sight.

Finally! I mean, I know this is supposed to be a shady establishment, but did it have to be this far downtown?

Vert frowned. "…This seems like one of those dance clubs for the youngsters."

"It is."

He deadpanned. "Wonderful. Nothing better than loud music blazing in your ear."

Ignoring him, I continued forward towards the club entrance. There are two bouncers there standing guard. One of them raises their hand.

"Hold it."

I stop in front of him. "Yeah, I just want to get drunk, so can I go in?"

"Let me see some ID, sir."

I groan and reach for my wallet…then realize something….

Wow…I'm a goddamn idiot.

I literally have no form of identification. I was dropped outside the Kindgom, where I wouldn't need something like an ID!

Fuck!

"He's with me."

Vert stepped up beside me.

The bouncer frowned. "No ID, no entry."

Vert frowned…then quickly drew his bow and had two arrows drawn, aimed at the two bouncers.

They tensed.

"Me and my student here would like to get a drink," he stated. "So, unless you want to test your skill against the Vert Bowman-."

"H-Hold on," one of the bouncers interrupted, taking a closer look at Vert.

"…Holy shit, it's him! It's Vert Bowman!"

The other bouncer looked genuinely surprised. "I thought he was dead."

Vert scowled. "I've still got some live in me, you damn brats!"

"B-Brats?! We're 35!"

"Still brats."

He drew his arrows back harder. "Now…may we go in?"

The bouncers looked at each other…then sighed.

"Hold on."

One of them pulled out a scroll and called someone.

"Junior? Yeah, Vert Bowman is he- yes, he's still alive. I was surprised also. He wants us to let him and another guy in. We were asking for the other's ID, but-."

He paused mid-sentence as he listened to whatever was being said.

"…Alright, you're the boss."

He hung up and turned to us. "Alright, you two can go in. Sorry to hold you up."

Vert retracted his bow and arrows. "No trouble at all."

Vert stepped past the bouncers into the club. I glanced at the bouncers one more time before following after the retired Huntsman.

When I caught up, I was shocked. "I know you're legendary and all, but damn."

Vert grinned. "I've built up a reputation for myself, I guarantee you that."

Shaking my head in wonder, me and Vert stepped though the big opening door to gaze around the interior of the club.

Vert rubbed his eyes with a scowl. "Why does it have to be so damn bright? Are kids these days trying to blind themselves?

I shrug. "Eh, I don't get it either."

We notice a tall man in a suit with a short beard walking towards us.

Junior.

He stops and smiles. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Truth be told, most people think you're dead."

Vert groans. "I make the decision to live outside the Kingdom, and everyone thinks I'm dead."

Junior shrugged. "To be fair, that was ten years ago."

…Wait a minute.

"Vert," I ask carefully. "How old are you?"

He chuckled. "I wondered when you'd finally ask that…I'm 75."

"HOW ARE YOU STILL ABLE TO KICK ASS?!"

"Because I'm Vert Bowman."

That doesn't really answer my question, but…screw it.

Holy shit, he's just like Rick Flair! That guy was able to wrestle up till nearly his 60s.

Of course, Vert here has him beat by over a decade, but still….

WHOOOO!

I'll miss wrestling.

Junior gestured for someone to come over. "Melanie! Miltia! Get over here!"

I gave a start at the names called out. A few short seconds later, two twins walk up towards us.

Yup…they're the Malachite Twins, alright. Same hair color, eye color, facial looks. Only difference between them being the color in dress, hair styles, and weapons of choice.

Vert sighed. "Young lasses these days. Don't know when to wear more appropriate attire…or when to hold on the make-up."

In all honesty…he kinda has a point. Though, at least they don't have as much make-up as Roman Torchwick.

Zing!

"What is it, Junior?" they both asked.

Vert facepalmed. "And they speak at the same time, too. Way to fill in the stereotype, girls."

They glared at him.

Junior cleared his throat. "Girls, this is Vert Bowman. And…."

"Colt Remington," I finish.

He nodded. "I'd like for you two to escort them to the VIP booth."

They seemed surprised at that.

So was I, to be honest. I know Vert said he had a reputation, but the VIP booth?

How famous is he?

The twins shrugged. "Alright then. Follow us, please."

"Seriously, stop speaking at the same time."

Ignoring Vert's "sagely" advice, the twins led us to a booth that was right across from the bar, on the other side of the dance floor.

It was really surreal to be given the VIP booth. I mean, this would've never happened back on Earth.

They pulled back the chain that blocked off the booth so that me and Vert could step in and sit down. As we did, one of them, Miltia, spoke.

"So, what will you boys have?"

Before I could say anything, Vert answered. "A bottle of your strongest drink, if you please."

The twins nodded. "Alright."

Both twins left to get our order.

I raise an eyebrow to Vert. "Strongest drink?"

He sighed. "Trust me…we're gonna need it."

…Yeah, I guess we do.

Vert gazed around at the dance floor, while I pondered whether or not to ask Vert about a certain weapon of mine….

"Vert."

He turned to me. "Huh?"

"…Where'd you get Dundee?"

"…"

"It pierces through Aura, Vert."

"…" He sighed. "Finally found that out, did you?"

I did, on a now dead Fenrir.

Vert leaned back against the booth. "Well…that's a long story."

I shrug. "We've got plenty of time."

Vert pursed his lips…then held out his hand.

"Let me see it."

I pulled out Dundee and handed it to him. His gaze ran over every detail of the knife. He looked kinda nostalgic, to be honest.

"This knife…before I gave this to you, I've had it in my possession for nearly two decades."

He looked me in the eye. "I don't suppose that show of yours mentioned anything about Aura-piercing weapons?"

I shake my head. Not in the show, no. But it has been thought of in the RWBY fandom.

He sighed. "Well…you need to understand that these kinds of weapons are scarce and…kind of illegal."

I wait for him to continue.

"It started some time ago, back when the Great War had ended. A peace had been achieved, but the war had proven that those with Aura, and a Semblance, could be a viable threat to those who wield no such power."

"After some time, a type of metal was found that could actually bypass the very shield our soul projects. Some called it of evil origin, the devil's work even. Others…saw it as a solution. As their only line of defense against Aura users."

I tilt my head. "So, what happened?"

"Well, blades and ammo had been constructed so that those without Aura could defend themselves. Hell, bullets were given to the police when they had to deal with Aura-users or Huntsmen/Huntresses gone rogue. This worked for a while…but it was only a matter of time before weapons like this fell into the wrong hands.

"Not just Aura-users, but Huntsmen and Huntresses began falling left and right, and this was a big no-no for the Kingdoms, what with the Grimm an everlasting threat. So, a massive purge was authorized, and every last piece of that metal was found and melted.

"That is…until I came across this weapon nearly three decades ago, on a mission in Mistral."

This I gotta hear.

"I joined in on a manhunt involving a Faunus trafficker named Emilio Blackheart."

…Great. Faunus trafficking is a thing here.

Goddamn it, Remnant. What other dark secrets do you hold? Other than Salem, of course.

"I had finally had the man cornered in a warehouse with a few of his thugs. A firefight ensued, which I ended with an arrow to both knees of each thug."

I winced.

One knee is bad enough, but both?

I shiver just thinking about how painful it could be.

"It eventually came down to me and Emilio, and the bastard proved to be more competent than his crew. He used the warehouse to his advantage, hiding so that I didn't have a clear shot. I had to search every damn corner of the place until I finally cornered him.

"Of course…he had a surprise waiting for me."

Vert lifted his shirt a bit to reveal a nasty scar near his kidney area.

"..Dundee did that?"

He shrugged. "Don't blame the weapon. Blame the user."

He put down his shirt. "He got a lucky stab on me. Had I not reacted quickly, he might have stabbed me more…fatally."

Vert looks over the knife again. "I never thought I'd see an Aura-piercing weapon ever again. I decided to keep it as a souvenir to remember that mission by. Had it with me ever since."

I frowned. "Shouldn't you have turned it in, instead?"

"Like I said, souvenir."

Vert sighed. "Besides…why waste a perfectly good weapon? Why not put it to some good use? Emphasis on good."

…Well, I guess he has a point there.

"As time passed, I wondered what I would do with it when my time came. I had intended to bury it when I was too old to fight anymore."

I deadpan. "You're 75. How old is not being able to fight any more for you?"

"100," he answered with a straight face.

"…Yeah. Sure."

I'm not about to argue about this.

"Of course…then you showed up."

I raised an eyebrow.

"You show up at my doorstep and ask to join the militia. I saw something in you that day when I dropped you in the forrest-."

"By the way, thanks for doing that without unlocking my Aura beforehand. It was a great experience."

"You're welcome," he said flatly. "Anyway, I saw potential in you that day, and so took you on as my personal student. As time passed, a thought crossed my mind…what if I trusted you with the Aura-piercing weapon? I came to know you as a good man who would do anything for his daughter, so…why not give you an advantage in protecting her and yourself?"

That was great of him and all, but….

"Why didn't you tell me the knife pierced Aura?"

"Three reasons. First, I wasn't sure how you'd react to it, given back then I had thought you a native human of Remnant."

"Technically, I am. I was-."

He waved me off. "Yes, yes. Given a second chance. Whatever. The point is I wasn't sure how you'd react."

"…And the second reason?"

"…Whoops."

Goddamn it.

I sighed. "So, I basically have an illegal weapon."

He nodded. "And since you're within the Kingdom now…let's just say you should make sure to try not to hurt anyone with it."

Ugh, great.

As if getting on Salem and Cinder's shit list and looking suspicious to the Ozluminati wasn't enough, now I find out I'm in possession of an illegal weapon.

Did I really use up all my good luck these past three years?

"We're back."

We turned to find the Malachite Twins. Melanie with the bottle, and Miltia with two shot glasses. They placed the bottle between us and a shot glass near me and Vert respectively.

Before we could thank them…each twin suddenly sat on our laps. Miltia on mine, and Melanie on Vert's.

"W-What?!" I exclaimed, a blush on my face.

Vert was more professional. "What are you ladies doing?"

They shrugged. "This is the VIP treatment."

Vert just stared. "…Seriously, you two need to stop doing that. It's creepy."

They roll their eyes at him.

"In any case," he continued. "As much as I appreciate a woman's company, I'm afraid you're a bit too young for my taste."

Good to know that Vert has his morals intact. He really is a great guy.

"Colt could use the extra company, however."

ALL OF MY HATE!

"Vert, no-."

"Okay," Melanie said.

AAAAAARRRRRGGGGH!

Before I could protest, Melanie was already moving towards me, sitting on my left lap.

…This can't be happening.

"Good work, Colt!" Vert cheered.

FUCK YOU!

I gulp. "I-I don't suppose I can convince you two to leave us in peace?"

They both stared at each other.

"…Nah."

Melanie grinned. "Besides, it's been a while since we've entertained a guy who gets flustered so easily. It's fun to tease those kinds of people."

Miltia smiled. "And you're prime material for that kind of guy."

"B-But-."

"Be sure to troll him as well," Vert added.

"Of course," the twins said.

FUCK EVERYONE ON THIS PLANET!

Except my daughter and Ruby of course…and Winter…and Amber…and maybe Neo. Not sure about Coco or Velvet, though.

I let out a groan as Vert poured some of the drink into his and my shot glass. He grabbed his and lifted it up.

"To our late friends and comrades."

I shakily lift my shot glass. "T-To our late friends and comrades."

We clicked out glasses together before downing our drinks.

"ACK!"

"FUCK!"

We both gagged after the burning liquid had traveled down our throats. We coughed and sputtered, needing to beat our chests.

"S-Son of a bitch!" Vert cursed. "What kind of drinks are they serving now a days?!"

"T-That was a strong drink," I concurred.

"Well, duh," the twins stated.

Vert and I gave glares to the twins, who were otherwise unaffected.

I turn to Vert. "Another drink?"

"Hell yes," Vert answered.


(Neo POV)

Stupid fire bitch.

Stupid green-haired girl.

Stupid robot legs guy.

Stupid angsty terrorist Faunus guy.

Roman read my thoughts. "Yes, Neo. I don't like the situation we're in any more than you do, but we really can't do anything about it, as loathe as I am to admit it."

Damn it.

Roman and I were currently making our way to Junior's to recruit some men for some Dust robberies. Normally, Roman would've gone alone, but the fire bitch saw fit to have me tag along on something that wasn't necessary for me to be there.

But, noooooooooo. The fire bitch practically ordered me to go. It's not that I don't like being around Roman. Far from it. We're partners in crime, after all.

I guess I'm just upset that I didn't get to go to the new ice cream shop that opened up a few days ago. They say there are new flavors to try out.

I want my ice cream, damn it!

But…I guess I'll have to go another day.

Seriously, why did I have to go with Roman? He can handle himself. And it's Junior for crying out loud. They have a good business relationship going, so there's no threat of any malicious intent on Junior's part.

But the fire bitch was being extra cautious for some reason. When Roman tried to probe for information, she simply said:

"You'll know what you need when you need to know."

Complete bullshit, if you ask me.

So, I decided to go to the two lackeys she always had at her side, but they weren't talking.

I finally decided to go to the angsty terrorist Faunus guy.

A bit of annoying here, a bit of trolling there, and I managed to get something out of him, if only so that he could get me out of his hair.

I don't see what's wrong with my company. Any man would love to have me around!

He admitted that Cinder had a "thorn" at her side. Someone who interfered with her plans twice now, and that this "thorn" may pose a problem if not dealt with quickly.

I tried to get a name, but the stupid angsty Bull Faunus refused to say anything else, and simply walked away.

Stupid angsty terrorist leader.

"We're here."

I looked up to find ourselves at the entrance of Junior's Club. We continued through the doors, the bouncers not bothering to stop us.

They knew who we were.

We stepped through the double doors into the flashy dance club. It was booming with business as usual, the floor filled with dancers and people getting drunk.

Roman and I immediately made our way towards Junior, who was standing near the bar.

"Junior, my old friend!" Roman exclaimed. "How are you?"

Junior gave a flat stare. "What do you want, Roman?"

"Oh come now! I can't come to see one of my close friends?"

"What do you want?"

At least Junior was no fool.

Roman sighed. "You're no fun at all."

Roman got to business. "Well, I'm going to need a few men to help in some Dust robberies I'll be committing very soon."

Junior stared at Neo. "Isn't she more than enough?"

"Neo's only for emergencies. You know that."

Junior sighed, then turned to look towards the other side of the club, as though checking something.

"…Fine, but we make this quick. A Huntsman is here, and the last thing I need is him finding you."

Roman scoffed. "It's not like we'll get caught. Even then, Neo and I would be able to handle him long enough to escape."

Junior deadpanned. "Two words: Vert. Bowman."

Roman suddenly looked nervous. "Er, on second thought let's handle our business quickly, shall we?"

He turned to me. "Neo, could you please keep an eye on the Huntsman to make sure he doesn't look this way, otherwise we'll need to make a quick getaway."

"He's in the VIP booth," Junior added.

With a nod, I walk towards the VIP booth.

Vert Bowman…I've heard of him. He's supposed to be a legend among Huntsmen and Huntresses. Someone who kept at his profession until the age of 65, before retiring and choosing to live outside the Kingdoms.

He can't possibly be a problem…can he?

I arrive near the booth to find the retired Huntsman drinking a shot, along with some other guy who had the twins on each lap. That guy should consider himself luck- wait.

Is that…?

A smile forms on my face.

Well, well…it's been a while, hasn't it…?

Colt.


(My POV)

I somewhat swayed a bit, but I wasn't truly drunk yet, since I was still capable of coherent speech.

"T-Thish is my dauwter."

Sort of.

The twins looked at the picture…and immediately awed.

"Oh my god! She's, like, adorable!"

I doubt there's anyone who would think otherwise…except Salem…and Cinder…and Mercury and Emerald…and Adam. Not sure about Roman.

"Y-Yeah, sh-she'sh the light in the darknessh for me."

If anything happened to her…best not to think about that.

I would have said more…had the weight of the two girls suddenly not left my lap.

"W-What?"

Not that I'm not glad they're finally off, but what happened?

They both whispered in my ear.

"Good luck."

"You'll need it."

Huh?

They both left, leaving me very confused.

Why would I need luck at the moment? Is there something I missed?

Before I could look around to see what I missed…another weight made itself known on my lap, this one lighter.

I look….

"N-Neo?!"

Said diminutive woman smirked and held out her whiteboard.

MISS ME?

I unconsciously checked that my wallet was still in my pocket.

Yup, still there.

Which means the card was still within.

"H-Hey!" I exclaim, suddenly a bit sober. "H-How's it going? B-Been a while since I last saw you."

THREE YEARS, IN FACT

…Huh, didn't think she'd keep track.

"W-What're you doing here?"

She was silent, as though pondering what to say.

JUST HELPING A FRIEND.

Huh.

AND THEN I SUDDENLY SPOT YOU OVER HERE IN THE VIP BOOTH.

She raised an eyebrow.

WHAT'S UP WITH THAT? AREN'T YOU A FARMER?

My lips press into a very thin line….

"Er, I'm with Vert here!"

Perfect excuse.

We both turn to find the retired Huntsman swaying a bit. He blinked a couple of times in our direction.

"H-Hey," he began. "W-Where'd them twinsh run off to?"

I pointed at Neo, who gave me a glare.

"What? He asked!"

She rolled her eyes.

Vert blinked some more….

He pointed. "HEY! Isn't that the ice cream lady that you missed out on?"

Oh for the love of-.

"I didn't 'miss out' on anyone, Vert."

He chuckled. "Actually, you missed out four times: her, the Schnee, that fashionista, and Violet's sister. And you'll probably miss out again with Amber as well!"

Goddamn it, Vert.

I groan, then turn to Neo…who sent me a chilling stare.

"W-What?" I stutter.

She wrote something on her whiteboard.

WHO ARE THESE OTHER GIRLS, HUH?

I suddenly clam up.

DON'T TELL ME YOU'VE BEEN SEEING OTHER WOMEN BEHIND MY BACK!

Vert whispered. "Tread lightly, boy. I think she's angry.

I sputter. "B-But…w-wait a minute! That shouldn't matter!"

Neo cups her cheeks, faux tears streaming down from her eyes like an anime character.

OH WOE IS ME~! COLT REMINGTON IS…A PHILANDERER!

"I'm not-!"

I pause.

Son of a-.

"You're screwing with me, aren't you?"

She opens one eye.

I MIGHT BE.

Goddamn it.

Vert hiccupped. "All the women in your life screw with you, boy."

"NO THEY DON'T!"

"Name one."

"…V-Violet!"

"One: doesn't count. Two: even if she did, she still screws with you without you knowing it."

"W-What? No she doesn't!"

Vert whistled to himself, as though he knew something I didn't.

"…Vert?"

He looked me straight in the eye and said the following sentence….

"Who do you think started the betting pool in the first place?"

My mouth set in a very thin line.

"You're making that up."

"Am I? Am I really?"

That's it. That little devil hiding behind the mask of an adorable little girl and I were having a serious talk when we got back.


(Violet POV)

I shivered.

Amber held out her tea cup. "Something wrong?"

I shook my head as I poured imaginary tea. "N-Nothing! Just, um…a formoaning feeling."

"Don't you mean 'foreboding'?"

"That too."


(My POV)

Neo raised an eyebrow.

BETTING POOL?

"I-It's nothing-."

"Some late friends of ours had a bet to see which woman Colt would end up with."

GODDAMN IT!

"Oh, and you were one of the women."

ALL OF MY HATE!

Neo slowly turned to give me a blank stare.

"T-The betting pool was stupid. D-Don't think about it too mu-."

I CAN HELP SPEED IT ALONG, IF YOU'D LIKE?

Oh goddamn it, not her too?!

"Well, then," Vert suddenly stated. "That's my que to leave you two alone for a while."

What? No! VERT!

He downed another shot of that drink before standing and walking away.

"Don't do anything too steamy, youngsters."

"VERT!"

He was gone, disappearing into the crowd.

SO SHOULD I SPEED IT UP OR NOT?

I take a deep breath and sigh. May as well see if I get a certain response to a certain question.

I deadpan at her. "Are you being serious, or are you just trolling me?"

She gives me the straightest look possible….

YES.

You know, staying single for a while longer doesn't seem so bad, now that I think on it.

With a grunt, I grab her by her shoulders and set her down to my left, much to her annoyance.

"That won't be necessary."

I feel sullen. "At least…not anymore."

She must have picked up on my mood, since she wrote something on her whiteboard and showed it to me.

WHAT'S WRONG?

"…" I sighed. "Do you really wanna know?"

She nodded.

I pour myself another drink and down the shot.

"…Everyone in my village is dead."

Her eyes widened.

"Yeah. All those people that were there, the people you saw when you first showed up three years ago…they're gone now. Dead. All of them."

My grip on my glass tightened. "All because of me."

Qrow can go to hell…but maybe there was some truth in what he said.

Neo remained silent and waited for me to continue.

"I made a decision to save this girl from a group of assailants, and they didn't take too kindly to me intervening. They came back with some extra hands and attacked my village. We pulled through…but then the Grimm showed up."

Tears nearly spilled out. "They numbered in the hundreds and swarmed the village. Me, Vert, and my daughter were the only survivors."

The look of relief on her face when I mentioned Violet did not escape my notice.

"Still…one decision got my village killed."

I had just wanted to help….

I snap out of my mood when Neo hugs me.

I blush. "Er, w-what?"

SHUT UP. I'M TRYING TO COMFORT YOU.

I don't think Neo and "comfort" are supposed to go together.

Nevertheless, I remain silent and let the short girl hug me.

TELL ME.

She released her hold on me and gave me a raised eyebrow.

I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STILL HAVE THAT CARD I GAVE YOU?

…Um.

"Yes?" I answer hesitantly.

She gives me a hard look….

WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO NEED IT.

"Wait, wha-?"

I don't get to finish as Neo grabs my hand and pulls me out of the booth towards the back of the club.

"W-Wait a minute! T-This isn't the time for-!"

SEEMS LIKE IT TO ME.

B-But, this isn't an appropriate time! I still needed to drink some more of my sorrow away!

Not that it would've worked, but it numbs the pain.

We passed Vert, who had been staring at the dancers in boredom,

"You call this dancing? Just what has this wonderful activity devolved into?"

He saw us pass.

"…Go get her, Colt!"

"SCREW YOU!"

"Not me. Her."

AAARRGGHH!

She managed to drag me to one of the back rooms. She opened the door, and tossed me inside.

"Ack!"

I staggered to my feet as Neo shut the door.

"W-Wait!"

She turned to me with a raised eyebrow.

"C-Can't we do this another time?"

I'm not mentally prepared for this! I mean, this is my first lap dance for crying out loud!

She walked up until she was right in front of me, needing to look up.

MY GUT SAYS YOU NEED THIS NOW.

I gulp. "B-But-."

SIT.

I do as I'm told and sit on the chair. I did not want to find out what would happen if I disobeyed her.

She held out her hand.

THE CARD.

…Did I really want to use it now? I mean, shouldn't there be a more appropriate time for this sort of thing?

She shook her hand to hurry me up….

Oh to hell with it. I've had this card for three years, and I don't know if I'll ever get another chance like this again.

I pull out my wallet and take the card out, then place it in her hand.

She smirks at me.

SO YOU WISH TO REDEEM THIS COUPON, SIR?

Did she really have to treat this like a business transaction?

She frowned.

ANSWER THE QUESTION!

The answer was "yes", apparently.

"Yes," I sighed. "I'd like to redeem this coupon."

Smirking, she placed the card in her pocket.

NOW…I THINK I NEED A MORE APPROPRIATE ATTIRE FOR THIS LITTLE ACTIVITY.

Wait, what?

Suddenly, her appearance began to shift with a light-up show.

Oh right…she can do that. Wonder what she'll-.

HOLY SHIT!

Gone was her usual clothing, now replaced with what appeared to be a form of black lingerie. Not the revealing kind, either. The important parts were still hidden, yet that just made her more enticing….

I licked my lips.

I suddenly felt hungry.

She pulled out her scroll and fiddled with something. Some music began to play out….

In all honesty, it sounded like something you'd here from the 50s back on Earth. Maybe Remnant had its own version of 50s music or something?

(A/N: "Down in Mexico" by The Coasters)

This is irrelevant since I'm about to experience something that I thought would never happen to me.

A lap dance.

She placed the scroll down on a crate and began walking towards me, a sway in her hips. Her hands were behind her back, almost like she was hiding something.

When she got to me, she placed a hand on my cheek as she moved from my line of sight. When I tried to turn my head, her hand kept it in place. What was she-?

I suddenly felt my hands move.

CLICK. CLICK.

That…was the sound of handcuffs.

I shook my hands a bit frantically to feel them bound together by some metal.

Yeah, those were handcuffs….

She handcuffed me!

I felt a hand ruffle through my hair as Neo reappeared at my other side, taking off my cap and tossing it aside.

"W-Why the handcuffs?!"

She pulled out her whiteboard.

YOU CAN LOOK, BUT YOU CAN'T TOUCH.

She smirked at me he she showed me that….

I should've known that Neo can be a little devil.

I futilely shook the cuffs as Neo began.

She walked away from me, swaying her hips so that my attention was on her creamy behind. Now that I noticed it, the lacy panties were of the kind where the strap on the behind was simply a thin strap.

Neo stopped her sensual walk and began swaying her hips to the music. She bent down on her knees and bucked her hips, making sure her succulent ass twerk out twice in my direction. She slowly stood up ass raised first, her right hand slowly tailing up it as she gave me a seductive look.

Why did she handcuff me?

Neo turned a complete 180 and swayed her hips some more, her arms spread out. She once again bent down on her knees, but then got on all fours and slowly crawled towards me, that same seductive look on her face.

Neo reached me and slowly rose so that her face met mine. Her hands were roaming all over my body, pulling my jacket back a bit as a result. She let her face roam very much near my own, her lips nearly coming into contact with mine.

I squashed any urge to move my head forward. Who knows what she'd do to me if I did that?

Why did she handcuff me?

Neo leaned back a bit so she could lift her foot and place it on the edge of the seat, right in front of my crotch, which was currently aroused by what was happening. Her knee leaned on my chest as she did, letting her hands roam over my jawline as her face was once again close to mine.

That urge from earlier was a bit difficult to put down this time, but I persevered.

Why did she handcuff me?

She leaned back again, her foot still on the seat, as she moved her hands to her head, then let them roam sensually down her body, her hips swaying and bucking to the music.

Neo gave a slow half-twirl, arms raised to roam through her hair, as her hips bucked, once again giving full view of her ass. It swayed for my pleasure, soon finding a comfortable spot on my crotch.

She leaned back against me, the back of her head resting comfortably on my right shoulder as she bucked and swayed her hips on my crotch. She let her left hand roam my hair, and her right roam hers. The smell of her hair was intoxicating.

Why did she handcuff me?

I once again tried to shake my hands free of the cuffs, but it was a futile action, one that brought a smirk on Neo's face.

As the music began to pick up beat, her hips worked into overtime, bucking and swaying to the beat on my crotch. Her body moved to compensate as well, her arms moving in the air to the music.

Neo continued bucking and swaying to the quickened beat for a couple more seconds, before leaning back against my body. She threw her arms back to ruffle my hair for a second before she brought them down slowly on her body.

She then slowly lifted herself off my crotch, merely hovering above it, as she swayed and bucked her hips, her ass slowly rising to near face level. I say near because…well, she's short, but that doesn't lessen the pleasure.

As though in reaction to the stop in beat (but not in lyrics) of the song, she stood straight and threw her arms in the air. She then slowly bent forward to the floor on her hips, allowing me a full view of her perfect ass.

I snapped and tried to once again break out of the cuffs through brute force.

WHY THE FUCK DID SHE HANDCUFF ME, GODDAMN IT?!

She slowly stood straight and began to sway away from me. She moved in a half-circle so that she could face me, her mouth mouthing the lyrics of the song, though I didn't care for the name of it, nor the lyrics being sung.

Neo placed her hands on her hips as she swayed back in my direction. When she reached me, she placed a hand on my left shoulder and continued to buck and sway her hips, this time sideways at me.

She lifted her right leg and placed it on the edge of the seat next to my right lap. She positioned herself so that she was sitting on my left lap, then threw her head back with her eyes closed, her hair flowing a bit.

Her hand roamed my neck as she lifted herself so that she could face me, her seductive look still present.

She wasn't done with me just yet.

BEEP! BEEP!

Unfortunately, fate was not kind on the both of us.

The music stopped on her scroll, indicating that she received a message.

Neo froze…then a look of pure murderous rage overtook her as she stomped towards the offending device.

Honestly, I think I might be pretty angry myself. It was about to get good!

She read the message on her scroll…then gave a silent growl. At least, I think it was a growl. Otherwise, it just looked like she was scowling.

She gave me an apologetic look and wrote on her whiteboard.

SORRY. MY FRIEND'S BUSINESS IS DONE. I NEED TO LEAVE.

She phased back into her normal attire, much to my displeasure, and moved to release me from my handcuffs. When they were off, I rubbed my wrists.

While glad to be free…I wish I could've been free earlier.

Can't touch, my ass!

She once again gave me an apologetic look.

I sighed. "Eh…it's okay. It was fun while it lasted."

It really was.

She nodded.

I AGREE.

She smiled.

I smiled back.

"Well…I guess I'll…see you around?"

I don't think that was likely. She's working for the enemy, and I may have to rat her out at some point….

Though in all honesty, I think I might hold off on that until absolutely necessary.

She pursed her lips in thought.

She held out that card I gave her.

TAKE IT.

I look confused. "But, I already used it."

I DON'T LIKE TO LEAVE A JOB UNFINISHED.

She smirked.

BESIDES, CONSIDER THIS A PROMISE THAT WE'LL MEET AGAIN.

I opened and closed my mouth in pure shock.

I…didn't know what to say, really.

She rolled her eyes with a smirk and took my hand, placing the card there….

She then pulled me down so she could place a kiss on my cheek, causing me to freeze up.

She gave a silent giggle.

I'LL SEE YOU AROUND, THEN.

She walked out of the room, a sway in her hips.

All I could do is stand there, my mind a bit lost at the moment.


(Neo POV)

"Ah, Neo, finally! We're about done here, so-."

THWACK!

"Agh! My shin!"

Roman hopped on one foot while nursing his shin as I glared at him.

"W-What was that for?!"

FOR RUINING MY FUN!

Without another word, I stalked past the master thief, completely ignoring the busty blonde that walked passed me.

I heard Roman catch up to me.

"Damn, Neo. Did I interrupt something?"

YES.

I "said" nothing more, opting to move on forward.

To be honest, I hadn't meant to get that into the lap dance. It just…happened.

I made a mental note to find Colt Remington once again in the future.


(My POV)

I stared at the card in my hand with a gawk….

I quickly pulled out my wallet and hid the card within before pocketing it.

No need to look a gift horse in the mouth!

Still, despite getting another chance, curse whatever friend interrupted this wonderful activity!

Wait a minute.

Does Neo have friends? I mean, the only person I could think of that would be considered her friend is Roman, and….

Oh my god, Roman Torchwick was here.

I realize two things at that point.

One: I'm going to punch that man in the face for ending the lap dance so soon.

Two: …He must've been here to recruit some of Junior's men for those Dust robberies.

He did that in the "Yellow" trailer. Which means….

Oh crap.

I quickly run out of the back room to search the dance club, mainly towards the bar.

Yep, there's Yang, holding Junior's balls in her hands.

Ouch.

Yeah, I need to stop this.

I still intend to get drunk, now for more than one reason, and her busting up the club will ruin that.

I make my way forward as she lets go of Junior's balls. The rest of it plays out just like in Yang's trailer.

As I get close, she and Junior face each other.

Here comes the "kiss that's not actually a kiss, but a fist".

Junior leans in with eyes closed as Yang waits for the right moment.

I push through the armed men and point my finger Phoenix Wright-style.

"HOLD IT!"

Junior and Yang jump in shock and turn in my direction.

"Junior," I exclaim. "I'm about to give you two reasons why you shouldn't do that!"

Junior looked confused. "Huh?"

"One…she's a minor, man."

Junior winced a bit. Guess he needed to be reminded of that.

"And two…she wasn't actually going to kiss you. She was gonna punch you and send you flying."

Yang looked shocked. "H-How did you-?"

"I'd rather not explain," I respond as I step towards her. "Look, I'm gonna guess you were looking for information and weren't pleased with what you found. I can understand that."

I glare. "However…that doesn't give you the excuse to bust up a club."

"I-I wasn't gonna do that!"

I deadpan.

"…Okay, maybe a little."

Yeah, try a lot.

"Well, sorry," I state. "But I intend to get drunk tonight, and you busting up the club will ruin that. So-."

I get behind her and begin pushing her towards the exit.

"H-Hey, what the hell?!"

"You're leaving. Now."

I continue pushing her towards the exit, when it suddenly opens….

And reveals the last person I wanted to see to right now.

"Q-Qrow!" Yang exclaimed.

Qrow glared at me. "I'd appreciate it if you got your hands off my niece."

I glared back at him, but otherwise did what he said.

"She was gonna bust up the club. I was simply showing her out."

"N-No I wasn't!"

Qrow deadpanned. "Yeah, that sounds like something she would do."

Yang slumped. "You're the worst."

Qrow chuckled, then pointed outside.

"Yang, wait outside for a bit. I need to talk to Colt here."

Yang looked between me and her uncle…but relented under Qrow's serious gaze.

She left the club.

Qrow and I stared at each other.

He sighed. "Kid…we need to talk."


A/N: And so ends another chapter!

So, I now find out that I'm in possession of an illegal weapon…okay, then.

Also, no. Neither of the Malachite Twins are in the pairing poll. They are minors. Coco and Velvet were the exception since they would be 18 when I got to canon. I simply had that moment happen because reasons. So don't read too much into it.

Also…now you know why this story is now rated M.

To be honest, I wasn't sure how the lap dance would go, since I've never experienced or seen one. So, I had to do a bit of research on YouTube to figure out how to write it.

In the end, I based it off the lap dance scene from the movie Death Proof. If you want a more visual presentation of how the lap dance went, just look up that video, and replace Kurt Russell with me (Colt) and the girl with Neo.

Looks like I get to have that lap dance again! Only this time, no interruptions…hopefully.

Finally…I stopped Yang from busting up the club. Why? I needed to get drunk and she'd ruin that. Plus…there really was no reason for her to do that. I mean, what the fuck?

Again, she's at the top (tied with Cinder) in my non-favorite RWBY characters list, so I have no regret for it.

And don't ask me why I don't like her, cause I don't want to get into a rant. Again, I felt for her when she lost her arm and got into a depressed state, but otherwise…I don't like her.

And Qrow has appeared…oh boy.

Will we be able to talk things out? Or will the club end up getting busted up anyway?

So yeah, look forward to that.

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