Oh, What a Spectacle!
Chapter 2
Catching Your Eye
Ruby Rose came here to find some glasses and have a good time, and honestly, she felt so attacked right now.
Her sister was browbeating this poor sales guy for not having the kind of glasses Yang thought would be best for her younger sister. Occasionally, Ruby would attempt to interrupt her and point at a pair she liked, but it was a complete waste of effort. Yang would have perfection, or she would have nothing of all. So, poor widdle Wuby was left, holding a pair of glasses she actually genuinely liked, while waiting for her sister to stop humiliating herself. In the meantime, she would simply try to get her attention.
"Yang! Yang! YAAAAAAANG!"
The poor guy was pretty much getting dragged around by his collar by Yang, despite the fact that he was supposed to be showing her what to look for. He looked at Ruby, eyes pleading for salvation that would likely never come. Ruby's pity for him was palpable. Alas, there was no way she could convince her to settle for anything less than unachievable perfection.
...Come to think of it, there was one way to rescue this poor guy from his fate. It was risky, but it would buy her the time to buy the glasses and GTFO.
"Yang! THERE'S SOMETHING IN YOUR HAIR!" the little sister shouted, acting horrified.
Yang dropped the cashier, who landed with a thud on the tile floor. The doctor sitting off to the other side of the room took off his headphones, which, up to this point, had kept him from hearing the raucous commotion in his place of business. Now, he looked confused at the teenager about to smash her head in the nearest wall. Silently, he cursed his luck, and wondered which Maiden he had pissed off enough to warrant this misfortune.
"SON OF A BIT- BISCUIT!" Yang corrected her language, trying valiantly to preserve the innocence of her- and our- favorite cinnamon roll. "WHERE?" she screamed, her hair lighting up as it always did when her Semblance initiated.
"On the back of your head!" Ruby replied, acting mortified for her poor, gracious older sister. While Yang was distracted trying to get that something out of her hair, Ruby ran to the register, quickly ringing the little bell. The cashier quickly crawled towards it, frantically typing something in the register.
"I just want the glasses," Ruby said.
"And the glasses you will get, and hopefully the doctor doesn't destroy the city block when his Semblance goes off."
"Yeah, that'd be great."
The guy looks over at Yang, then back at Ruby. "You know what? Forget it, just go. I'll cover for you."
"Wait, you don't want my money?"
"ANYTHING to get you out of the store RIGHT NOW."
"Okay, thank you! YANG, YOU GOT IT!" Ruby shouted.
"Oh, thank Monty, I thought I was ruined. Also, a display case kinda exploded. Shoddy craftsmanship, amirite?" Yang chuckled nervously as said display case's contents continued to burn behind her, and the eye specialist tried not to jump over the counter and strangle the bespectacled blonde. Which was REALLY. FUCKING. HARD. His glasses took an awfully creepy shine, and it was at that time Ruby decided that it was time to go bye-bye.
"Come on, Yang!"
"Wait, I gotta pay!"
"She paid for both of you," the cashier lied, smiling so wide it was obvious to anyone with half a brain that he was full of bullshit.
"Heck yeah, little sis! Let's get out of here, the rest of the mall is still open!"
Yang grabbed her by the cape and dragged her along to the main mall complex, leaving the cashier and the doctor to watch the designer case burn.
"Those were the nice ones..." the cashier mused, frowning.
"Brandt. If I ever see them again, you will have to chain me to this desk," The doctor growled, his dog ears folded aggressively.
"Y-yeah, boss, I got ya. I'm gonna go get a notice on the website, I think someone just reserved a pair from that stock."
'Due to unforeseen circumstances, your shipment has been delayed for THREE DAYS. Thank you for your patience.'
Dag nabbit, 200 lien thrown onto those glasses, and they were going to delay it until Saturday. SATURDAY! Jaune Arc had half a mind to go up there and demand an explanation.
Pyrrha noted his frustration from her position on the next bed, sitting up as she stared down her Geography text. She had hoped, foolishly, that simply staring at it long enough would get the unbelievably and inexcusably boring words about Atlesian regional cultures to get out of the book and walk into her brain through her ears, but that obviously wasn't going to happen. So, instead, she picked up her pen, and started doodling on a piece of paper she intended to take notes on. How shameful, the great Pyrrha Nikos sitting on her ass, spending valuable study time drawing little mini versions of herself and her friends doing random things. What would her father say? Forget that, what would her mother say?
Eh. She would study later. She could always take another late night.
"You need any help with that, Pyrrha?" Ren asked. He had tested out of Geography on the first day of classes, and was more than willing to pass along his knowledge.
"No, I think I've got it, Ren," she replied, "but thank you." She stuck out her tongue, focusing on a dumbbell that she was trying to detail.
"Suit yourself." Ren returned to reading his recipe book. He was awfully interested in a certain recipe for an energy drink- it seemed pretty good, from the list of ingredients. Plus, the health benefits were immense. He made a mental note to buy block cheese, cherries, some lettuce, and industrial-grade pipe cleaner the next time he was out and about.
"Ren, what'cha readin'?" Nora asked, looking up from her research paper about sloth vocalizations- SHE WOULD FIND OUT WHAT THEY FUCKING SOUNDED LIKE, SO HELP HER OUM AND ALL HIS ANGELS.
"Nothing in particular," he replied, turning the page.
"Does it say anything about sloths?"
"No, Nora, it says nothing about sloths."
"Then it's shit literature. Not as shitty as this, though!" she said, pulling up a random, red covered book. "It's called 'My Journal!' How stupid is that!?"
"Nora, that's my journal. Please give it back," Ren said.
"Fine, ya dweebus! Boop!" Nora slapped the book on Ren's nose, dropping it on top of his other book.
Pyrrha continued with her doodling. She went to a drawing she had finished first, namely of Ruby giving Zwei a belly rub . In the back of her mind, she had a strange idea that something was amiss. So, she took her pen, and corrected it, adding a small pair of rectangle glasses to the mini-Ruby. She ruminated on it for a while. 'I guess it fits...'
Jaune sighed, laying back on his bed. "So, what's for dinner?"
"I think it's my turn," Pyrrha said, "but I don't know what we have to cook..."
"Chicken, pasta, bread, various vegetables, fruit, some leftover soup... I don't think we have anything quick on hand." Ren prayed that she would let him take over, as per the usual. The last time she decided she was going to try her hand at anything more complex than a ham sandwich, he had to be treated for food poisoning.
"... I don't know. Ren, do you have anything in particular you can think of?"
"Leave it to me." Silently, Ren praised the almighty Oum for saving his stomach from an utter ravaging. He went straight to the little mini-kitchen, leaving the rest of the team alone.
Pyrrha resumed her drawing, outlining two figures holding hands. Nora snuck over to her side.
"What'cha doin'?" she asked.
"Drawing," Pyrrha informed her.
"You draw?" Jaune asked.
"... Not often, and I'm not really go-"
"OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" Nora shrieked, leaving Pyrrha with temporary tinnitus, "THIS IS SO FRIGGIN' CUUUUTE!"
"Nora, I'm right here..." Pyrrha whined, trying to recover her hearing as Nora picked up and scanned over her drawings.
"Aw, look, those bottom two are holding hands! Who's that?"
"Uh... just some students I saw walking around in the hall, I haven't finished it yet..." Pyrrha lied, trying not to blush.
"Cool! I wanna see when it's done!"
"You'll be the first to see it, Nora. Now, I think Ren might want your help in the kitchen."
"You right, you right."
Nora bolted to the kitchen, leaving Pyrrha and Jaune alone. Jaune had moved his attention to his Geography book, and seemed rather deep in thought, so she figured he didn't want any interruption.
She crumpled up her impromptu sketch paper and dropped it in the wastebasket.
Qrow Branwen knocked back yet another shot of whiskey as he sat in his recliner, deep in thought. There was so much to think about, really... there was that stupid idea Ozpin had about sticking all the kids on some sort of reality TV show, or there was Jimmy's girlfriend that he probably could yoink if he really put an effort into it, and, of course, there was the matter of that song and dance party Goodbitch forced him to get involved with, on pain of getting the shit knocked out of him with a riding crop.
Damn, she was scarier than his sister sometimes.
Suddenly, in a moment of nirvana-level clarity, Qrow realized something, something so wonderful, stupendous, and ingenious that he could scarcely believe he had come up with. Why waste his time with his crappy home brew and his thoughts when he could use his latest paycheck to have a rip-roaring bender at Also a Gun?
'Congratulations, Qrow Branwen. You are a motherfucking genius.'
He quickly pulled out his Scroll, moving to check his account and see just how much he had gotten on his paycheck.
The first thing he saw was that he just spent 325 lien on two pairs of glasses. Oh, sweet.
Wait a second... He didn't need glasses, he had 20/20 vision, and so did Tai...
"Awwwwwwwwww! You look so cute!"
Ruby looked at herself in the mirror. The glasses had come with dummy lenses that didn't do anything, but the black rectangular frames did look pretty nice, from this angle. Maybe this would go well after all.
"Yeah, they don't look so bad..." she admitted, turning her head slightly. They weren't too big, and they certainly weren't as expensive as Yang's. 125 lien vs. 200? Ruby was pretty happy with what she had.
"Well, they better not!" Yang said, checking herself out again. The big glasses put an accent on the roundness of her features, and seemed to highlight her eyes. The only gripe she had was-
Well, they were massive. If she had to name them, she'd go with 'Straight outta Homeschool'. Sure, they had some benefits, but now, the first thing people were gonna see was not her rockin' bod, but... the giant panels on her face that might as well be neon signs reading 'I'm a fucking NERRRRD!' Alas, it was for the greater good of her little sister's happiness, so she'd accept it.
The door to their room opened as Weiss and Blake entered, the two doing a double-take at their partners.
"Yang?" Blake asked, her cheeks dusted pink.
"Ruby, you actually went through with it!?" Weiss exclaimed, shocked.
"Yep! Whaddya think?"
Blake swallowed a lump that had suddenly started forming in her throat, while Weiss rolled her eyes.
"I guess they look nice," Weiss admitted.
"Y-yeah. The-they suit you," Blake stuttered, tripping over her own goddamned words at the sheer, unadulterated d'aww in front of her. Yang threw a big, beaming smile that threatened to turn Blake into a black puddle on the floor, while Ruby just shrugged, a smirk forming on her lips.
"Glad you like 'em. So, I guess we'll be debuting them in class tomorrow?" Yang asked.
"Seems like t-that would work! Yeah, that'd be g-great!"
"Blake, is something wrong?"
"NOTHING AT ALL!"
"O...okay."
Yang suddenly got the feeling she was going to like these glasses much more than she originally thought.
A/N: I don't know why I made Pyrrha into the artist, I'm just trying to give everyone a hobby. Ren cooks, Weiss sings, and, for the purpose of this fic, Pyrrha draws. It was the most original and fitting thing I could think of.
College has officially begun its rape of my personal schedule, so I'm gonna be sporadic on this fic and GSAO. The latter is gonna be updated less often than this, I'll admit that now, since this fic will probably be a lot shorter.
