"I… don't remember falling asleep…" Crue thought, his eyes opening slowly, his eyes adjusting to the sight before him. "That's not the club…" He also realised that his head was on something very soft, and there was warmth on both sides of him.

He craned his neck up, and froze. For some reason, he was naked. And so were the two girls clinging to his arm. "Don't scream. Don't scream." Miltia and Melanie both looked to be sleeping peacefully, Crue's arms lying between their breasts.

"I can't move without waking them." The Faunus realised. "Fuck. What do I do? Did we have sex? Are we just naked in bed for some reason? Were we all drunk?" He felt movement, and looked to his side, seeing Miltia stirring. He waited silently, as the girls green eyes blinked open.

"Uh…" Crue droned out as their eyes met. Miltia's eyes showed confusion and brief fear, before they widened. Miltia glanced down, seeing her naked body pressed up against Crue's.

Her face turned red, as she looked back up to meet Crue's eyes. "Did, did we…" She stuttered out.

"I, don't know." Crue replied honestly. "I can't remember anything from last night." His splitting headache proved how true that was. The two heard a groan, and looked to their right.

"Ugh. Who's talking so loud?" Melanie groaned, sitting up in the bed. She rubbed her eyes and turned, freezing as she saw her sister and Crue, both naked. She glanced down, seeing that she was also naked.

"What. Happened." She said icily. The two claw users gulped and leaned back slightly.

"We, don't know." Miltia said slowly, trying to calm her twin down. "We were all drinking a lot last night. We can't blame anyone individually."

Crue nodded in kind, before freezing under Melanie's glare. "Well, we don't know if we had sex or not, so, maybe nothing happened."

"So you're saying that we all just got into bed with each other, naked, for no reason?" Melanie said sarcastically.

"Well, he was pretty comfy." Miltia muttered. "That might be why." Both her sister and Crue turned to her with raised eyebrows. "What? We get clingy when we're drunk."

"I do not!" Melanie said in a high pitched voice. She turned on her rear, her legs going over the bed and standing up. Crue instantly turned his head upward, staring at the ceiling. "I just found out something."

Crue glanced down, before staring back up immediately. "What did you find out?" He asked. Miltia peered around Crue to look at her sisters back, wondering the same.

"We had sex." Melanie spoke, her voice wavering.

"We did?!" Miltia and Crue exclaimed at the same time. "How do you know?" Melanie bent over, forcing Crue to stare upward again.

"Because, I stepped on this." Melanie turned around, showing them what she had found. Crue looked down, and felt both relieved and terrified. Melanie was holding an obviously used condom, which on one hand meant that they had safe sex, but they still had sex.

"So, are you going to kill me now or wait until my back is turned?" Crue asked.

"We're not going to kill you Crue." Miltia told him.

"We're not?" Melanie asked her sister. The other twin frowned at her, and Melanie amended her statement. "I mean we're definitely not going to kill you." Crue let out a sigh of relief. "Junior probably will."

"That, makes a lot of sense." The Faunus couldn't even bring himself to argue, instead flopping back down on the bed that he woke up in. "Where are we by the way?"

"Our room." The twins said at the same time. "We're above the club." Miltia informed the Faunus, who nodded, rubbing his temple with his fingers.

"So, we got drunk, had sex, and fell asleep together?" Crue questioned, before freezing. He looked at both his hands, fingers spread wide. "Oh thank God." "No rings."

"What's wrong? Thought you lost your hands or something?" Melanie asked, looking down at her own bare hands.

"No, more like worried we accidentally married each other or something." Crue explained, glancing at Miltia's hands. The twin usually in red looked down at her own hands, lacking any jewellery.

"Why would you worry that?" She asked.

"Because, I'm the living embodiment of bad luck." "And you love your fucking clichés." Crue explained. "We should probably get dressed." He said, moving to the edge of the bed and standing.

"Woah." The twins said at the same time, Crue turning around to face them in confusion. "I suddenly feel a lot less annoyed about sleeping with you." Melanie said, eyes downward.

Crue glanced down, and felt heat rise in his cheeks as he placed his hands over his crotch. He also realised that the two women before him were also naked, and found himself pushing down harder. "You two should get dressed too."

This caused the girls to look down also, and become as red as Miltias dress. Curiously, they twins covered opposite body parts, as well as their sisters.

"Let's, forget this happened?" Crue attempted. The two sisters looked at each other.

"Well, we aren't exactly looking for a boyfriend right now." Melanie turned back to Crue. "So, this is just a one night stand if anything. Miltia?"

"I feel the same." She said, meeting Crue's eyes. "Sorry Crue. You're a nice guy. And I like you, but just, not now." Miltia shrugged. Crue's eyes widened, but nodded.

"Same here actually. I only got out of one a while ago." He rubbed his shoulder. "Guess this is like a turning point or something."

"You were dating someone?" Melanie asked in surprise.

"Who?" Miltia wondered.

"Neo." Crue replied, before slapping his hands against his mouth. The twins eyes widened as they opened their mouths in shock.

"Y-you were dating-" "No!" Crue cut off Melanie. "Well yes! But no! It's confusing, ok?!" He waved his hands back and forth trying to calm the twins down. "Just calm the Hell down!"

Aside from the heavy breathing, the two girls managed to keep themselves composed. "I'll explain everything, after we get dressed."

…

"So, you dated Neo, but you didn't date Neo?" Melanie tried to put together everything Crue had told her and her sister. The three were now fully clothed, and had sat down on the bed, a girl on either side of Crue.

For some reason the Faunus could not find his tie.

"Yes." Crue nodded. "But, no." He sighed, putting his head into his hands. "I dated Neo, but I was also dating her in disguise, when her name was Polly."

"Did she know? Did you know?" Melanie interrogated.

"No." Crue said sarcastically. "I was dating a sadistic, psychopathic criminal without any foreknowledge." He crossed his arms and stared at the girl in white. Melanie had the decency to look somewhat embarrassed by the question.

"Right. But, why can't we tell anyone else you know?" She asked.

"Because I'm not supposed to know." Crue frowned, staring at the ground. "And if Cinder finds out I know, I'm basically dead." "Not that I'd actually die. I'd tell Ozpin before she gets the chance."

"How do you know?" Miltia asked quietly. Crue clasped his hands together, seated on the bed and staring at the ground.

"I can't tell you." He said slowly. "I doubt you'd believe me anyway." The girls glanced at each other behind Crue, wondering what he meant.

"We should go down." Melanie finally said, standing up, her bladed heels clicking against the floor. "See what the damages are."

The other two followed after her, exiting the room. Crue blinked, wondering where his glasses had gone, as they hadn't been in the room. He followed the twins down a hall, watching their steps fall in line with each other.

The Faunus followed them to a red double door, which they both opened at the same time. All three winced, seeing the aftermath of the night of drinking. All of the round booths had been used as makeshift beds, with almost every one filled. Some of the members of the police could be seen littered around the club, all of them unconscious.

Crue could easily locate his friends, seeing as they weren't wearing black suits and red ties. Two heads of blonde were pushed against each other, Sun and Jaune lying against each other in a booth.

Sage, Scarlet and Neptune had a booth to themselves, Sage laying down on the leather seat and the other two laying on him. It was to the Faunus' surprise, that he saw Ren sitting at the bar, apparently wide awake.

Crue walked down the steps, aiming for the ninja, while the twins walked in the other direction, heading to Junior's office to see if he was awake. Crue sat down on the stool next to Ren, seeing him staring forward, apparently not noticing his arrival.

"Ren?" Crue asked, seeing the boys hands clasped around a glass that held some form of green liquid.

"Crue?" Magenta eyes blinked, as Ren turned to face the Faunus. "How long have you been there?"

"Just got here. How long have you been awake?" Crue asked.

"I'm not sure. An hour, I believe." Ren frowned lightly, looking down at his drink and taking a sip. "I woke up spooning Jaune, so I extracted myself as quickly as I could." At his words, the two males looked back to the mess of blonde hair.

"Looks like he's cuddling Sun now. Pyrrha will be jealous." Crue chuckled, before wincing slightly and rubbing his temples. "Don't suppose you've seen my glasses have you?"

"I believe the man at the end of the table is wearing them. If I recall correctly, you got along quite well with him." Ren explained, pointing to the end of the bar. Crue nodded, and stood up, staggering slightly.

He walked to the end of the bar, lightly rubbing the stools as he passed. He could see the man at the end of the bar, and felt as though he should recognise him. He wore a tattered cape, black shoes and trousers, and a grey dress shirt.

He was also passed out face down on the bar. Crue grabbed the man's shoulder and lifted it, peeling his face from the surface of the bar. He saw himself reflected in his glasses, and made to take them off, lightly brushing against the man's stubble.

He lifted his glasses from the man's face, and felt himself blinking, as he looked into piercing red eyes. For a moment, neither man said anything.

"Qrow?" "Crue?" The two said at the same time, meeting each other's eyes. Qrow's eyes widened in what appeared to be glee, as he stood from his stool, and throwing his arms wide.

"Eeyy! There's my new drinking buddy!" He stumbled, throwing an arm around Crue and bringing him into a rather awkward headlock. "How've you been? I saw you go up last night with those two ladies. Twins, huh? Nice job."

"It went pretty damn well." Crue responded, smirking as he escaped from the headlock, and put Crue in a similar one. "What about you? You get any, or did you just stay here drinking all night." "I'm assuming we got along pretty well last night. Otherwise this wouldn't be happening. Might as well go along."

"Don't disrespect your elders, kid." Qrow warned, smirking as he released himself from the headlock. "It's thanks to me your ass isn't in jail right now."

"The Hell are you on about?" Crue asked, feeling a sudden weightlessness in his arms. He realised that he did not have his claws on his person, and feared that Qrow had found them.

"I took you up on your offer." The huntsman smiled. "You offered the officers a drink, and I accepted. Guess that cause they saw a huntsman agreeing, they thought it was alright to." At that, the two males turned around, seeing the few Vale police officers littered around the club.

"Fair enough. Guess I owe you one. Although, probably bought you more than one yesterday." Crue smirked, leaning against the bar and placing his glasses on his head.

"Yeah, you did. You're a damn good drinking partner." Qrow chuckled, lightly punching the Faunus' shoulder. To his surprise, the male winced, rubbing the part where he hit.

"Why's it always that shoulder?" Crue complained. "Ugh, never mind." He waved off Qrows surprised look. "So, what are you doing here? You probably told me last night, but I can't remember shit."

"Eh, not gonna blame ya. That's probably my fault anyway. We got into a drinking contest." Qrow explained with a smirk.

"And I won." Crue nodded sagely.

"The Hell you did!" Qrow looked at the younger man, offended. "How do you know you won if you don't even remember?"

"Because, and listen carefully." He gestured for Qrow to come closer. "No one out drinks an Irishman."

"I… don't know what that means." Qrow said slowly. "Is it a metaphor or something?"

"Sure." Crue shrugged. "Not like I can remember. But, anyway, why're you here?"

"Eh, friend of mine called me in. I need to show a few whippersnappers a thing or two." Qrow explained with a smirk.

"Whippersnappers? Fuck, you're old." Crue laughed, before feeling Qrow hit his shoulder once more. "Sonofa- Why that one?!"

"Cause now I know it's your weak spot." Qrow stood from the stool, scraping it back. "Try not to let people in on your weaknesses, kid."

"Don't talk to me about weaknesses, I could say shit that would have you back here night after night." Crue chuckled, walking to the door of the club. The elder hunter looked at the Faunus as they both exited.

"Like what?" Qrow dared playfully. Crue shook his head, a small smile on his face.

"You think I'm dumb enough to piss you off? Nah, I may want to die but I'm not that suicidal." The crisp morning air of Vale did wonders for both alcoholics, helping them awaken completely. "Hope that the others wake up ok."

"Are they used to drinking?" Qrow asked, as they walked down the streets of Vale, early morning traffic already making itself known.

"The guys I was with? Not really. I just hope I got good pictures of the night. Speaking of…" Crue reached into his pocket, taking out his scroll and unlocking it. "Let's see what we got."

He checked his messages first. "Ok, no awkward 'Come back to me' texts to exes." Qrow snorted from beside him. "I did send a message to, Vic." He looked back up for a moment. "I don't know a Vic."

"Text 'im, see what happens." Qrow suggested. Crue nodded in kind, composing a short question. He hit send, and almost instantly heard a noise like a bird cry. Qrow took out his own scroll, and looked at it. "I'm Vic?"

"Apparently." Crue said in disbelief. "What do you have me down as?" Qrow looked back to his scroll, and smirked.

"CKUWM." Qrow read out. "It's my own personal acronym. Stands for: 'Can Keep Up With Me'." The explanation made Crue smile, as he briefly wondered something.

"What did I send to you before?" He asked. Qrow looked down at his scroll, reading the previous message.

"You wanted me to say something." Qrow told him, before reading out the request. "Fullmetal Alchemist."

Crue broke into laughter beside the older huntsman, who looked at him in confusion. "Inside joke. Don't suppose you know any alchemy do you?"

"No… Why the Hell would I know alchemy?" The grizzled hunter asked.

"No reason. Just curious." Crue went back to his scroll. "Now, let's see what drunken pictures I took." He opened his gallery, as Qrow peered down at the device.

"Holy…" Qrow breathed out. "Those twins sure were something. Matching lingerie and everything." He elbowed Crue with a smirk. "Lucky bastard."

Crue just nodded, trying to purge the image from his mind. He quickly swiped, only to see the next image and instantly recoil, Qrow doing the same. "Why is that there!?" The hunter asked.

"I don't know. I don't even think it's mine!" Crue answered, deleting the picture of someone else's junk. "Well, that's an interesting development." The Faunus said slowly, looking at the picture of Jaune and Ren kissing, with the others celebrating in the background, and a bottle pointing at Ren.

"Ah, spin the bottle. I remember those days." Qrow hummed, rubbing his stubbly chin in remembrance. Crue swiped to the next picture, and saw it was a video. He hit play, and Qrow leaned in to see.

"Are you ready?" Came Junior's voice, the video centred on him and Scarlet. Scarlet nodded. "Ok, what I'm going to do is-" Junior didn't finished the sentence, smacking the redhead across his cheek with the palm of his hand.

"Yooo!" Crue covered his mouth in shock, while Qrow started laughing. "Oh! It was slap or kiss." The Faunus realised.

"Slap or what?" Qrow asked, holding his side from laughing too much.

"Slap or Kiss. It's like spin the bottle, but whoever spins it has to either slap or kiss who it lands on. The other people playing vote." He looked back at the video, which showed Scarlet sprawled out on the ground. "Guess Scarlet got Slap."

"Man, wish I knew that back in my day. Could've slapped the blue right out that bastards eyes." Qrow said with a chuckle. Crue looked up from the scroll with a sudden thought.

"Qrow."

"Hm?"

"Do the words, 'Entire Team' mean anything to you?" The Faunus asked, and instantly regretted it, seeing Qrow's face morph into a scowl.

"No. Not a thing." He answered, reaching inside his shirt and grabbing a flask. He opened it and made to drink, but found it dry. He lowered the flask in disappointment. "Not a thing."

"Hey, c'mon." Crue patted the older mans back. "We'll get it filled up at a decent pub." He smiled, seeing Qrow raise an eyebrow. "And I know just the place."

…

"Ah, you're back." Mr. O'Dearg smiled, seeing Crue walk back in. "And you've only brought one fella this time." The bartender was an older man, missing most of his hair aside from a thick white beard.

"Just here for a refill." Qrow told the man, taking a seat at the bar, Crue doing the same.

"And a hangover cure." Crue chuckled. Qrow chuckled too, nodding to Crue.

"Yeah, that too." Qrow placed his flask on the counter, and let out a relaxed sigh. "Like this place. Got a nice vibe."

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly." Crue chuckled. "There's actually a place by the waterfront I think you might like." The Faunus told him.

"Really? What's it called?" Qrow asked.

Crue grew a smirk, one that Qrow recognised all too well. The kind of smirk someone grew when they were about to say a terrible pun. "The Crowbar."

Qrow let out a noise halfway between a groan and a chuckle. "Thought I heard the last of these when I left Patch. What is it with blonde and puns?"

"Eh," Crue shrugged. "It's a coping mechanism."

"A shame that sounds believable." Qrow grumbled, sitting back up and hearing the clinking of glasses. He looked before him, and saw an odd concoction that appeared to be in a mojito glass. "The Hell is this?"

"A cure. Like you wanted." O'Dearg answered. "I'd tell you what's in it, but I think you'd not want it then."

The two males looked at each other, before shrugging, and downing the drink. Almost instantly, their faces turned green and they began to grab at their throats. Qrow began coughing roughly, and Crue slid backwards off the stool.

"What's in that?!" Qrow managed to cough out. O'Dearg shook his head with a smile.

"Raw egg, coffee, asparagus…" The bartender went on, Qrow's eyes widening with every horrible ingredient. He felt his stomach heave, but forced it down.

"I'm gonna need some whiskey to wash down that 'cure'." The hunter said slowly.

"Someone said whiskey?" Crue was instantly back on his feet, looking around. Qrow laughed loudly.

"Wow, you're something kid." The grizzled huntsman complimented. Crue nodded in thanks, sitting back at the counter.

"Actually, I think some rum'd be nice." Crue hummed, leaning an elbow on the bar.

"Why rum?" Qrow asked, wondering about the specifics of the request.

"Because, the great thing about rum is that," Crue pointed to the clock, where it showed it was ten am. "Drinking rum before twelve doesn't make you an alcoholic. It makes you a pirate." He smirked, finishing his explanation.

"Heh." Qrow chuckled. "I'll drink to that."

…

"Looks like the others got back safe." Crue read from his scroll, pocketing it and stretching his arms high. Next to him, Qrow glanced at his own scroll.

"Ah, I'm late." He groaned, standing from the stool. "Nice meeting you." He nodded to O'Dearg, who smiled kindly. "And as for you…" He clapped Crue on the back, on the opposite shoulder. The Faunus looked up to the huntsman with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll be calling you up for another drink." He smirked. Crue grinned back, nodding enthusiastically.

"And then I can prove to you that I'm the better drinker." The Wolf Faunus smirked, showing teeth. Qrow 'hmpf'd in amusement, patting the boys back, maybe going a little bit harder on a certain shoulder.

"You're cocky, kid. I like that." The hunter smiled, before exiting the pub, waving goodbye to the bartender and Crue.

Crue turned back to the bartender and briefly wondered something. "Hey." O'Dearg looked up to the Faunus with a quirked eyebrow. "You wouldn't happen to know where to get a hip flask would you?"

…

"What was Qrow doing there?" Crue wondered, walking to the bullhead docks. "He said something about Ozpin… Well, not directly." The Faunus scratched his chin, feeling a small bit of stubble growing.

"Need to shave." He mused. "Also, what was that with the twins? Was that you? The fuck dude…" Crue shook his head, grabbing at his neck with his hand, moving downward. "And where's my tie?"

With a sigh, Crue walked onto the bullhead, taking a seat next to a window. "Ooh, Jaune had to get on this to get back to Beacon… that ain't a pretty idea." He leaned his head against the back of the bullhead and rested his eyes.

*peck peck peck*

Crue cracked open an eye to see what the noise was, and found himself staring at a bird, perched on the outside of the bullhead. The Faunus, seeing the black bird apparently staring at him, could only think to say one thing.

"The fuck do you want crow?" He asked. The crow, seeming shocked by his words, took off immediately. Crue blinked in surprise. "What the…?" He shook it off, resting his head on the back of the bullhead again.

A short while later, the bullhead came to a stop at Beacon, Crue standing up and stretching. He, along with a few other people, exited the bullhead. The Faunus did not react poorly to the sudden increase in light, thanks to his glasses.

"Glad I've got these. Even if I don't know why I have them." He muttered to himself as he walked down the path before him. "Hey Qrow." He waved as he passed by the huntsman.

"Hold up." Crue's mind and body came to a halt, as he walked backwards, stopping before the hunter, who looked… unamused. "Qrow? Why are you here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He replied, crossing his arms and tilting his body, the handle of his weapon in full view.

"I asked first."

"I asked second."

"Really?" Crue dead panned. When Qrow said nothing, the Faunus sighed. "I go here." He gestured to the building of Beacon. "I'm a student. And I'm still kinda drunk. So why are you here?"

"I'm a hunter. I can visit any of the academies when I wish." Qrow answered. It was Crue's turn to cross his arms and tilt his body.

"Really? Earlier you said you had to meet with a friend. Show some kids how it's done." Crue squinted at the older man, unseen due to his glasses. "And I'm kinda done with all this secretive bull. I mean, I was talking to a friend of yours earlier-" "You what?"

Qrow cut across the student, red eyes narrowing suspiciously. Crue sighed. "Jesus Christ it's a joke!" Crue exclaimed. "I was on the bullhead earlier and a crow was on the window. I asked it what it wanted, rhetorically by the way, and it flew off."

Qrow looked as though he was going to say something, but changed his mind halfway through. "You called it a crow?"

Crue's expression turned to that of exasperation. "No. I called it a fucking turkey-dove- Of course I called it a crow!" He rubbed his temples, a headache coming on.

"QROW!" And the headache continues. The hunter turned and felt his blood turned to ice, as Glynda Goodwitch stared at him, olive eyes filled with fury. "You were supposed to be here an hour ago."

"Uh, was I now?" Qrow asked, patting down his vest, trying to grab his flask.

"Yes. And we're still missing a student that you're supposed to let shadow you." The deputy informed.

"Wait." Crue thought. The Faunus stepped to side, peering around Crue, as the taller hunter had blocked him from Goodwitch's view. The witch blinked, seeing the student suddenly appear.

"Mr. Cullen. Where have you… It's not important." The blonde huntress shook her head, her hair bouncing slightly. "Ozpin has requested that you meet him in his office, along with Qrow."

The two males looked at each other, before turning back to Glynda. "Professor Ozpin wants me, and him, in his office?" The Faunus asked. Glynda nodded.

"Yes. Now, please be quick about it." The deputy turned on her heel, and walked away, the sound of her footsteps clacking against the ground.

"Did you know about this?" Crue asked.

"I knew I was gonna be looking after some first years. That was about it." Qrow replied. "Did you?"

"No." Crue answered. The two sighed, and simultaneously reached into their shirts, pulled out a flask and drank.

"This is going to be a long day."

…

On the other side of Beacon, in a dorm room we know all too well, a certain Heiress was finishing up her letter to her sister. "There… That should do it." Weiss reread the letter, checking for any spelling mistakes or grammar errors.

It was free of both, as expected of a Schnee. Weiss smiled contently to herself, and was in the process of placing the letter in an envelope, when she remembered something.

"P.S. I apologise for not mentioning this beforehand, but I did not think it important. A short while ago, as my friends and I were studying for our exams, Crue, I have mentioned him before in a previous letter, said something interesting.

A rather, curious situation arose, where Crue ended up carrying me. I would like to specify that there was no hidden meaning behind this, as I had previously annoyed him, and ended up being punished. However, as he was bringing me back to our study group, I mentioned something about him being lucky you were not there.

He truly was lucky, as I can only imagine what you would have done should you have seen him carrying me. My exact words were: "You are lucky my sister isn't here." And he responded with: "Tell Winter I said hi."

I do not believe I have ever mentioned you by name to him, which led me to wonder whether or not you know him. I know that I have mentioned you before, but never directly to Crue. I doubt this is of any real concern, I just thought you should know.

Your loving sister,

Weiss Schnee."

Weiss reread the entire letter once more, triple checking her after thoughts. Then, with a smile, she folded the letter, placed it into an envelope, and left the room. Heading to the mailroom, she was confident that her letter, and query would reach her sister.

And that there would be no consequences whatsoever.

Ok this one was kinda short and kinda rushed but I have explanation. I'm not gonna be here (here being Ireland) for two weeks. So, unfortunately, that means no updates. But, we get to see how Crue and Qrow interact. They get along rather well don't you think?

Also, keep in mind Crue ended up in Remnant before he saw Volume 4. Which means he doesn't know Qrow's Semblance. That could backfire horribly, in more ways than one. Also, Crue doesn't know that Qrow can actually change into a crow.

He has a theory he can, but has yet to see any solid proof. It's funny, after writing down Qrow's appearance I realised how much the two dress alike. Crue's outfit seems to be a cross between Qrow and Flynt Coal. Weird, and unintentional.

And finally, the letter. Nothing gets by Weiss Schnee. This goes to show that Crue sometimes forgets what he 'doesn't' know. This is one of those times. I wonder how this could change the story. I wonder what it is Qrow and Crue are being called to Ozpins office for. I know, of course. And you shall too, eventually.

So, no updates for two weeks, sorry about that, so take this time to relax, go over what you know, and think about what you want to know, and when I return, there will be a glorious update I swear it. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, if you did let me know, if you have any questions, leave them be. And as always

Until Next Time

-Friday