That's A Good Look For You

"This is miserable."

The repetitive sounds of zippers and pulling of fabric echoes throughout the room. The four of you stand on your own tiny pedestals, surrounded by the countless mirrors that line the walls of the room you are trapped in.

"Come on Blake, it's not that bad. And Nora would be doing this for any of us if the situation were reversed."

"Not helping, Ruby." The strain in Weiss' voice is clearer than the windows of the bridal shop.

"Listen, I hate this just as much as the rest of you. Dresses are totally not my thing. But Nora is only gonna marry Ren one time, hopefully. So we gotta suck it up and-" Yang cuts herself off by releasing an unexpected cry of pain that makes the three of you jump. "Hey lady! Watch it with those pins! I got a robot arm, not a robot leg!"

"Sorry Miss Xiao Long, it will only take a few more minutes."

"Yeah, she told us that over an hour ago." Weiss mumbles under her breath, making you smirk.

"Hey guys! I'm back!" Nora sings as she comes around the corner in her own white dress, seamstress in tow, looking well past the point of frustration. And you can only sympathize. "How is everything going? Perfect, right?"

The four of you "uh huh" in unison. Lies and deceit.

"Okay ladies, well I'm done for the day. So I'll see you lovely bridesmaids at dinner later tonight! Don't forget!" And just as quickly as she arrived, Nora disappears back from where she came. Yang releases an audible sigh and you see her shoulders slouch down from out the corner of your eye.

The woman that is pinning something near your waist looks up at you and gives a sympathetic look.

"It's really great that all of you are doing this for her. She seems extremely overzealous, but the dresses are really lovely." The seamstress says quietly.

"And pink." Weiss says through gritted teeth.

"Excuse me, Miss Schnee?" The seamstress questions.

"The dresses are fucking pink. And I HATE pink." And that is your queue.

"Excuse me, ma'am? Are we nearly done?" You try to be as polite as possible.

"I think we have all we need. Thank you ladies for your patience. Please go ahead and feel free to step into the dressing rooms and change back into your clothes."

Weiss is already grabbing over her shoulder for the zipper of her dress before she can even get to the door of the dressing room.

"Alright over there, snowflake?"

"Fuck off Yang." Weiss slams the dressing room door shut behind her.

"Um… Yang that was uh, not good." Ruby hops down off the pedestal and shoves Yang off of hers. "Come help me with this stupid dress, it's like a cage. I'm sure Blake can help Weiss without you fanning the flames."

"Sorry Blakey." Yang slinks her way into the other dressing room behind Ruby.

You brace yourself before lifting your hand to knock on the door.

"What?" It's almost growled from behind the door.

"Can I come in there? I would kinda like to take this dress off as much as everyone else." You give it a few seconds, listening intently.

"I guess so."

When you open the door, you see a defeated looking Weiss sitting on the bench inside.

"Hey." Carefully, you shut the door and lean back against it. "You know Yang was just being Yang. She didn't mean to upset you."

"It's not Yang." She stands up, shaking her head.

"It's amazing, by the way." She looks up to meet your gaze.

"What?"

"The pink. Even though I know you hate it. It looks amazing on you. It looks great with your hair, your eyes." She rolls her eyes and a small blush creeps across her skin. "And your skin."

"Always a flatterer."

"I mean it. Pink, that's a good look for you. Whether you like it or not."

"Oh hush, I look amazing in everything and you know it. Can you just help me with the zipper?"

When you wiggle your eyebrows, she finally cracks a smile. And she playfully slaps your shoulder when she steps in front of you before turning back to face the mirror, pulling her hair out of the way.

"I will say, while you do look flawless in pink, you would look even better in white." This immediately catches her attention. Her eyes growing wide in the mirror.

"Blake Belladonna, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"All I'm saying is that I wouldn't mind seeing you in a white dress of your own one day."

She spins to face you, opening her mouth to say something but a rapid knocking on the door cuts her off.

"Hey you two, can you please open the door? I feel really bad and just wanna say I'm sorry." Before you can even move to open the door, she starts again. "Or are you doing unspeakable things in there and do I need to send Ruby outside?"

You throw open the door to find Yang lurking with a smirk on her face.

"Unfortunately for you, nothing unspeakable has gone on. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go change as well. Or else we are going to be late for dinner."

"Whatever you say, Bellabooty. Ruby and I will wait for you two up front." Weiss steps out from the dressing room in her normal attire.

"You know, you look nice in pink too."

"Oh sick, I'm gonna throw up." Yang pretends to gag as she wanders off to find Ruby.

Weiss walks up next to you, placing a kiss to your cheek.

"Let me go change really fast, or else we really will be late for this dinner." You turn to walk into the dressing room, and you hear the sound of fabric shredding as you step. And you freeze in place.

"Oh my God." When you look down, all you see is half of your dress laying on the ground between you and Weiss. Weiss is just standing there, one of her shoes standing on the bottom hem of the lower half of your dress.

"Guess it's a good thing you've seen me in way less than my underwear before or else this would be incredibly embarrassing." It's all you can really say as you nervously laugh your way into the dressing room to change.

"Guess it's a good thing I never mind seeing your lacy black underwear." Her laugh makes you smile. "I'll meet you up front."

Now it was your turn to blush behind the dressing room door.