And so, you continued with what was now a proper date with Yang and Blake. After realizing her feelings were a little more than just worrying over your injuries, Yang had realized her love of the two of you and confessed… by offering you nudes. Amongst a heartfelt declaration of her love, but yeah, also by offering you nudes. What a Yang way to do that. Passion in just about every sense of the word.

Anyway, Blake was still working on her upgrades for Gambol Shroud. As it turns out, a love confession kind of acts as a distraction, so this was taking a bit longer than expected, not helped by Yang's incessant flirting. Now that the gates were open, Yang's playful teasing had fully transitioned to open invitations.

"We're gonna have to lay out some ground rules, Blondie," Blake says, trying to be annoyed, but too distracted by Yang's cleavage. "For one, cover up your girls. I'm working with sharp objects and I'm currently beset by the softest objects I've ever seen." She dramatically tears her eyes away.

Yang huffs and begrudgingly does up a few buttons on her top. Great, now her top is straining and there's that hole between the buttons because if she so chooses, Yang could flex and shoot a button like a gun. God, she needs clothes that fit. Oh, wait, you're dating her now! No, no clothes that fit!

"Better…" Blake says, immediately gawking at Yang's bust again. She shakes her head and focuses on Yang's face, which is also very nice to look at. "Two, just because this is a thing doesn't mean either of us is always in the mood." Blake narrows her eyes and looks at you. "You have to say no at LEAST sometimes."

Debating on how closely you want to follow this rule, you ask, "Shouldn't we get there first?" Turning to Yang, you mention, "Like, I know that we can be adults about this, but I don't think it'd be… I dunno, responsible to jump in the deep end?"

Blake puts her hand on your hand. "I do agree with you. You were… my first–" she holds onto that word with a quiet smile, "–and while that whole notion is a little silly, we took a lot of steps to get there. Yang, I do feel… we feel strongly about you, but I don't think we should, you know…"

Yang squirms. "Yeah, yeah… but I wannaaaaa."

Blake rolls her eyes. "How's the saying go? At least buy me dinner first?"

"Briar bought me dinner first week of school. Does that count?"

Blake rolls her eyes even harder. "I'm suddenly regretting my decision." Yang undoes a button on her top and leans over. Blake sighs and says, "Okay, FINE, I'm happy with my decision, but you don't have to make this harder." Yang smirks and opens her mouth, but Blake interrupts, "Yes, I said harder. Hardy hardy har."

"I promise you now, there will be at LEAST one eye roll per date 3"

"As I said, we should START with a date. Like, a proper one. Not flirting while I screw servos into a sword."

Yang shrugs. "That sounds like Ruby's dream date :p"

Blake blinks. "This is true. However, *I* expect a little more romance. Briar gave… On second thought, I don't want to tell you that. Just know that it was very sweet and you have to do just as good if you want to get in these pants. I imagine our boyfriend will be easier, but you still have to try."

"hey briar wanna play video games and touch my boobs"

"Try harder than that," Blake says, not letting you answer and also intentionally not looking at you so she can't guess the said answer (which would have been yes). "We're already downtown, and I know you know where to take people here. You have until I finish my tune-up to think up a place."

Waving a hand, Yang confidently says, "Oh, pshaw! I already know the perfect place! Jaune's stuck getting his ass kicked by Ruby until tonight, and Weiss said she doesn't plan on coming back to the room until like, 8, so we're free to do anything."

"You, like, know Weiss?" a familiar voice asks, with a very clear valley-girl accent. "Like, Weiss Schnee?"

You all turn to see, "Stella?" Your boss who'd given you your new phone was standing before you… not at all paying attention to you, as always. As usual, her eyes were glued to her phone, flipping furiously between tabs and chats. "What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to, like, ask you about your slate and saw that your location pinged here." You suddenly reach for your slate as Stella says, "Oh, yeah, bee tee dubs, location tracking's on by default if you share digits."

Blake and Yang scan Stella up and down, each spending an extra half-second on her cleavage and miniskirt. Blake relays, "And you didn't tell him that? Seems a little invasive."

Now playing a word-guessing game, Stella nonchalantly explains, "Bouta two-mile radius. Thought process is that you know where your team is. Why, should it not be default?" She opens a note app and adds to a list. "There, it'll be an opt-in. Oh, maybe I should add a team flag…"

"Right… So you're Stella? Briar's told me about you." Blake extends a hand but withdraws it when Stella ignores her. Instead, the blonde-to-pink's mechanical rabbit ears point to Blake.

"Rosegold, leader and designer for the Rosegold Company Slate." Stella flashes a smile at you, somehow accompanied by a "bringgg!" sound like a bell. "Glad to see you're helping with advertising."

Blake hesitates for a moment. "Yes. He told me about your–"

"Slates? Or my fanService? Either's fine. Both r good."

"Bo… both."

"fanService?" Yang asks, narrowing her eyes. "OH! LilStarBuns! Yeah, he DEFINITELY told me about you." Of course, today of all days is when you told Yang about your thotty boss that sells nudes…

Stella snaps into an overly cutesy pose, again punctuated by a sound effect that might be coming from her mecha-ears. "Oh Em Gee yasss! U must be his gf." Her speech immediately shifts to rapid and slangy; this must be her, "non-forward-facing tone," as her teammate would put it. "He told me about u! tho tell me would u b cool w/ him subbing to me b/c he said he wouldn't b/c of u"

You can HEAR Yang's gears turn at lightning speed to find the best way to embarrass you. Both you and Blake are too slow to stop her saying, "Oh, not at ALL! In fact, I was actually thinking of starting my own!" At least she didn't reveal that she wasn't your *only* girlfriend; while it'll come to light at some point, giving that info to a girl currently texting six people at once and posting on her socials without much care for privacy would be annoying. "Like…" Oh, great, now Yang's copying Stella's speech patterns… "You have GOT to tell me the secrets!" Yang does that, "OMG," pose where you can fan yourself and show off your nails. "My bb can give me ur number~"

";)" Stella communicates somehow. "Back to biz, Weiss?"

"Yeah!" Yang says, matching Stella's rhythm. "She's our teammate!"

"=_=" Stella's selfie-smile drops. "Oh." Somehow, her entire demeanor… falls. Her idealized insta-page smile fades into an annoyed frump. Her frown turns to you as she says, "You didn't mention that you knew Weiss. Like… that."

Right. Stella was an active… actually, probably the *only* active competitor that came anywhere close to the Schnee's monopoly on scrolls. She'd made it pretty vocal when you first met that she despises their whole business model of constantly obviating their older models and jacking up prices while getting rid of complimentary chargers, cables, headphone ja–wait! You're supposed to be on Weiss' side! Sure Stella's slates were far superior, but… You probably should have figured out that she didn't like Weiss, or at least what she represented.

You all immediately recognize Stella's tone. While you weren't exactly friends with Weiss, you knew exactly what Stella thought of her and didn't exactly agree. Yang was the first to respond, saying, "Yes, Weiss Schnee is our teammate. Did you have something you wanted to say to her?"

Stella scoffs. "I have a lot of things to say to her. Mostly about how much her dad sucks and how she's a privileged brat who hasn't–"

"–and here I thought we could be friends," Blake interrupts. You're glad to know she's willing to stand up for Weiss. It wasn't that long ago that they were at each other's throats; it wasn't that long ago that they'd blown up at each other when Blake let it slip she was a Faunus. "I should have guessed you believe gossip articles over truth."

Stella steps forward. "And what's THAT supposed to mean?" Her mecha-ears stand straight up, though she doesn't strike much of an imposing figure next to Blake and Yang.

"Because you didn't put down your phone until I called you out," Blake answers, pointing out that this is the first time you've seen Stella actually look at someone. "Tell me, what do the tabloids say about me?"

"Clearly that you're defending a slave driver who'd rather trample Faunus than pay them a fair wage."

Blake huffs, takes a moment to think, then steps up to match Stella. She removes her bow in one swift motion, revealing her cat ears. Now that RWBY knew, she still preferred to keep it secret, but clearly adding a dramatic punch to a situation overruled that. "She is NOT her father; she actually has a heart. Say what you want about Jacques, but don't talk about my friend that way."

Stella internalizes Blake's ears. "Gch. And that makes everything ok? Just because she has one Faunus friend?"

"Not just one," you say, removing your cap and also revealing your cat ears. "She's not who you think she is."

"So, what? You think–"

A bell goes off, interrupting Stella's next assault. Thankfully diffusing some of the tension, Stella's teammate Sierra ducks through the door to the weapon shop. Not realizing the situation, she walks up to Stella and says, "There you are! I've been so worried, honey! You just disappeared on me!" Turning to see you, Blake, and Yang, she says, "Oh, hello, Mr. Redfield! So nice to see you again! And these two lovely ladies must be your friends!"

There are several moments of silence. At the very least, there wasn't a continuing shouting match.

"H-hi, Sierra, " you say. "We were just having a conversation–"

"–about how much they WUV Weiss Schnee. Blondie here never mentioned he knew her."

Sierra looks taken aback. From what little you know of her, you feel like she's too nice to dislike someone, let alone hate them, but without context, the Schnees were easy to hate. She settles on, "Hmm. I guess it never did come up in conversation… Forgive me, but was my team leader a little disagreeable about this subject? She can get very passionate about her… rivals."

"Disagreeable is a word that can be used to describe that," Yang says, glaring at Stella. They both steam. Yang's eyes are crimson and her hair is glowing. Stella's mecha-ears are pointed straight up. One is more imposing than the other.

Stella cradles her head in her hand like an embarrassed mother. "Excuse me honeys, but it seems a certain someone still needs to work on her–"

"–Forward-facing attitude," Stella snarls. Oh, so this happens often… "I'm still not gonna believe she's–"

"–You wanna put your money where your mouth is?" Yang interrupts. "It's almost time for the tournament. Why don't you and your much nicer friend see how much of a team player Weiss is? Me and her vs you two in a free round! We're huntresses! Nothing better than getting to know someone that a good old-fashioned brawl!"

"Stella, I'm not sure–"

"No, Sierra. This is a perfect chance to–"

"-I don't think I want to hear the end of that sentence, young lady!" Why does Sierra give off such milfy vibes when she's your age… The giantess glances at her team leader and sighs. "Oh, fine. I can see you won't change your mind. But this is a FRIENDLY competition." Sierra turns to Yang and bows with a gentle smile. "I do actually look forward to facing you. I promise to do the honor of fighting properly." Her eyes narrow as she looks back to Stella. "I do hope my partner will be able to conduct herself *properly* in the arena; we are your guests after all."

"freaking weiss is from atlas so does that even count" Stella snarls under her breath.

Sierra puts her hands on her hips. "What was that, young lady?"

Rolling her eyes, Stella says, "Nothing. Whatever. I have a date to get to." With the flattest, least effort imaginable, she says, "Byesies," and promptly exits the room.

Sierra addresses Yang. "Once again, very sorry for my little honey. We are working on it. At the very least, you know she'll be fighting seriously."

Yang knocks her fists together. "Wouldn't have it any other way. Gotta say, I like you much better than your teammate."

"Thank you, honey! I don't bother myself with grudges, so I greatly look forward to meeting Ms. Weiss." Sierra extends a hand and waits for Yang to shake it. "I best be going. Clearly, I'm needed elsewhere; may our next meeting go smoother." She hurries out the door, ducking under the frame.

You, Blake, and Yang stare at each other. Yang's eyes return to purple and her hair cools down. "Changed my mind. I'm VERY glad you didn't sub to her fanService."

"I promise I didn't know she was… that."

"In any case, I'm definitely in no mood now," Yang says, letting out a long breath. "What's say we head back home?"

"And tell Weiss you conscripted her into a battle for her honor?" Blake snarks.

"And tell Weiss I conscripted her into a battle for her honor. Onwards."

Blake finishes her tune-up, pays, and you all leave the shop, slightly less romantically than you all entered.