A/N: Something I forgot to do…oh right, write this instead of just sitting on fucking modded Skyrim. Is it bad that I can't play vanilla ES games anymore? Probably. Here is the second half of the date night.

An Unlucky Drunken Marriage

Summary: Qrow just wanted to relax after a long time away on a mission. Celebrating by hitting the new nightclub that opened up seemed good in his mind. Too bad he ended up drunkenly marrying a cute blonde knight in the process.

*Date Night Part Two*

After Winter Schnee had stormed off away from Qrow and Joan's table, their food arrived in the nick of time. The server placed their respective plates in front of them and backed off with a smile. "If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to call."

"OI! We need some more wine on Table 10!" someone yelled.

"Coming!" The server gave them an apologetic smile, shrugging. "We're so busy."

He ran off to leave the couple to their food and Joan took a moment to observe Qrow to see how one handled this kind of fancier dining. She didn't know much about high class dining growing up in the middle of nowhere, but she knew enough to be less awkward than Ruby. Poor girl had it much worse than she did. At least Joan knew how to use a damn knife properly without having to ask Weiss to help.

He folded his napkin on his lap and took off his jacket, revealing the opened up dress shirt. The pattern on it was gorgeous in the pale light of the restaurant, the light dancing off of it. Joan copied him and found herself looking into an amused set of pale red eyes. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"Yeah, kissable lips." Qrow winked. "But I promised Oz that I would be on good behavior and not cause a scene. Pity, too. I really wanted to let Winter have it. You have no idea how much she pisses me off."

"Well, she does have a bit of a reason to be pissed," the blonde admitted, taking a small forkful of her own food and biting into it. The rich creamy flavor flowed over her tongue and she knew she made a good choice. "Weiss never got a chance to know who her real father is."

"I know." Qrow sighed and ate a little. "But you understand both sides, don't you? My life is not one fit for children. I could die anytime I'm sent out into the field. I never thought I'd live to this point, to tell ya the truth. I figured I would have caught a bullet in the back or something."

"Well, I'm glad you're not dead in a ditch. What other gentleman would take me on a date like this?" She gestured to their surroundings with a free hand. "But what are you going to do about it? She has to know. She's old enough to know the truth."

"She is. How she'll take it is what I'm worried about," Qrow confessed, prodding his stack of lasagna with a fork. "I couldn't show myself, but I was watching over her whenever I could. This was supposed to be a secret I would take to my grave, which I initially thought would be about fifteen years earlier."

"What do you mean you were watching over her? The hell are you, a shapeshifter or something?"

"Yeah. Oz had the funny idea to give me magic to turn into a crow." Qrow rolled his eyes. "His terrible sense of humor aside, it does come with its perks. I could keep an eye on my nieces and Weiss without being seen or noticed by them. I like the stamina boost it gives me most. It takes a lot to wear me out nowadays."

"No wonder I felt sore when I woke up after we got married."

"You're welcome."

Joan wanted to give him a whack in the shins but she knew the second she moved her foot, his aura would come to life and his semblance along with it. The last thing she wanted was to fall out of her chair or plant her face into creamy fowl. Qrow wouldn't let her hear the end of it.

"Curse your bullshit semblance," she grumbled, folding her arms indignantly. "If it wasn't a damn passive one but rather one you can actively control, I'd have taken my chances and whacked you."

"What do you consider our union, good luck or bad luck?"

"Mixed bag. Bad luck that I had a hell of a hangover, but good luck that it was someone I can get used to rather easily."

Qrow snorted and raised his glass. "Here's to hoping a little more good luck comes our way, huh?"

"You and me both." Joan raised her glass to clink it against her husband's and let her senses roam free. Her ears picked up the slow sax of a jazz band and she groaned longingly. This was the kind of music one had a nice romantic dance to. Seeing as this was more of a restaurant, one could imagine her surprise when Qrow stood up and offered his hand, motioning to what appeared to be a makeshift dance floor.

"Want to dance?" he offered. "I promise no alcohol is involved."

Joan looked at her food, feeling a bit conflicted. "Won't our food get cold?"

"I dunno about you, but I can always take it to go and heat it up in my office," he said with a shrug. "What say you?"

Joan looked at the plate of food and back to her husband. "I think I'll humor you." She took his hand and let him guide her to the dance floor, where he showed her just what kind of moves he was capable of. No not the kind of moves one used in the bedroom. Shut up. Though she certainly did not mind the thought of those crossing her mind. Hey, everyone did, right?

Or was that something only she did when she genuinely could not be bothered to try handling Nora and just passed it over to Ren to deal with? So it was. Oh. Ahem.

Unlike the dancing she had witnessed in the nightclub she met Qrow at, it was much more formal. Her husband knew how to waltz properly, giving her a gentle spin with a mere flick of the wrist. He caught her before she dipped too low, hand settling on her waist, and a faint line of pink spread over her cheeks as it sunk in. She was enjoying herself. Being this close to him was making her happy, as terribly lame and cliché as it sounded.

When he brought her back up on her feet she almost stumbled, trying to not swear at the stupid heels. Joan locked her arms around his neck as he slowed down to a gentle rock, catching her so she wouldn't fall. "Fucking heels…"

"You alright there Blondie?" he asked softly. "Not doing too much am I?" Joan's heart purred. For a supposed cynical alcoholic jackass with one fucked up semblance, he was capable of being sweet when he wanted to be.

"No, Qrow. No you are not." Joan leaned her head into his chest with a purr, breathing in the scent of his cologne. "Mmm…smells nice. You went through all this trouble for one date?"

"I try my best." The huntsman snickered and leaned down to whisper to her. "Hey, take a look to your left. Is it just me or is that guy really pissed off?"

Joan followed his gaze and saw that there was someone glaring daggers at Qrow and it wasn't Winter. It was someone the blonde sadly recognized as Trevor, a third year from Beacon and someone who had tried many times to ask her out. The only reason he stopped was mainly because Nora followed through with her threat and broke his legs. Hey, she was good for some things.

"Ugh. I know that slimy prick too." Joan grimaced. "Name's Trevor. He wouldn't stop trying to ask me out for about a month and a half."

"What did you do to get him off your ba—"

"Nora."

"Makes sense." Qrow snorted and glanced over at the clearly very irritated Trevor, giving him a jovial wave. For a second Joan was concerned that her husband was going to be polite but then she noticed his middle finger was sticking straight up. Yep, there it was. Subtle, Qrow.

"It takes more than that to really piss him off," Joan whispered. "I can think of a way that'll achieve that goal much easier."

"Oh really? Care to enlighten me?" Qrow asked, completely unaware of what she was insinuating.

Ignoring how much her face burned, the blonde reached up and kissed him. Qrow stiffened in shock but he didn't pull away. She wanted to make it clear to him that she was an adult and was giving her consent.

When Joan pulled away, Qrow was for once at an actual loss for words. He blinked a few times and regained control over himself. "Well…okay then. That says enough."

"Oh, it did." Joan glanced over to see just how annoyed it made the most irritating male she had ever met in her life. Trevor had dropped his glass and spilt what looked like red wine all over his dress jacket, fist clenched in anger.

The blonde snickered and leaned in to whisper to her husband. "I think we might have ruined his night. What a pity. How will he ever recover from this tragedy?"

"Him? Who cares? He can piss off." Qrow smirked and gave her a spin, one hand still on her waist. "I'm enjoying myself dancing with my beautiful wife. Why should I be concerned about what some kid with that kind of face thinks? Kid looks like he can't tie his shoes without adult supervision." Yikes Qrow. Didn't need to destroy his career that brutally. That's what Nora was for.

No, no. Qrow was much more of an asshole than Nora could ever be. Nora just beat the shit out of someone with a hammer. Qrow liked to play a lot dirtier. No, not like that. Stop with the terrible innuendos.

"Thanks for the compliment, handsome."

"What are we having, an ego fluffing contest?"

"Nope." Joan popped the 'P'. "Just thought we were speaking the truth." The song playing for their dance stopped and the blonde almost melted at the way Qrow leaned down and gave her hand a kiss. 'Oh my God. If it were anyone else in my family besides me, they'd have pinned him against the window and shoved their tongue in his mouth.'

The only reason she didn't was because she was way too busy turning into a puddle. This was the kind of date that most could only fantasize about. Yet here she was, experiencing it with a roguish yet handsome older gentleman. By the Gods this was already a night to write home about. Provided her father wouldn't attempt to murder Qrow for marrying his youngest daughter.

When he let her hand drop she swooned and pressed against him with a purr. "You certainly made this a memorable night."

"I try." Qrow smiled and the two of them got containers to take their leftover food back home. "What do you say we go on a stroll? Just us. No Oz being a jackass, no Winter trying to tear my throat open, and you get away from your team's shit for a bit."

"Sounds nice." Joan let him lead her out and watched as her husband tossed a few extra lien to their server on the way. He might have been a huntsman with more blood on his hands than anyone and a drunk, but he knew how to treat people properly when he had to. It was strange seeing this side of him; most of the students in his classes saw him as a good looking veteran huntsman who knew what he was doing but also had a bad habit of letting out snide remarks if someone did anything stupid. He wasn't afraid to call someone out, regardless of who they were. He even called out Yang for being a dumbass and drawing a giant penis on the courtyard. Made her scrub it off by hand while the speakers played the most obnoxious music known to man to teach her a lesson, too.

He was funny like that.

It was a little chillier now that it was later and the blonde rubbed her exposed arms, shivering a bit. 'Damn. Didn't think it would get this cold, even in the fall. I should have brought a coat with me.'

"Little chilly?" Qrow slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over her bare shoulders. "Here, take it. No good if you catch a cold."

"What about you?" she asked.

"Don't worry. I'm used to it." Qrow made sure to take his flask out and shove it in his back pocket. "Spending time in Solitas will do that to you."

Joan accepted the coat and put it over her. It smelled of his cologne that he sprayed on himself prior to meeting up with her and she purred. It was a nice scent to breathe in. Not too overpowering but not weak. It was in that perfect middle ground and she leaned into him, aware of his hand around her waist. 'I think I can get used to this. Nice quiet night, just the two of us.'

She just wished the night didn't have to end.

A/N: Was gonna add more to it, but I just couldn't think of anything in my sleep deprived and soured state. I ought to take a nap or something but fuck it, I have shit to get done. Fuck my life.

-Classiest#8332