"You know, black cherries are also called 'rum cherries.'" Blake said, twirling the cherry stem around her finger.
Ruby's surprised squeak was muffled by a cherry, then she spit out the pit into a napkin. "Wait, these has alcohol in them?"
Blake let out a soft giggle. "Of course not. If they did, you would had been drunk a long time ago."
"I'm sure I'm not a..." Ruby paused for a moment until she remembered the word. "...lightweight! I'm not a lightweight... when I'm old enough to drink."
"That's what they all say." Blake mused.
Ruby squinted her eyes. "But you're not old enough to drink either, unless..." Then her eyes widen as she let out a gasp. "You didn't!"
The faunus sheepishly looked at the ground, seemingly ashamed. "Well, only once or twice, and that's only because there were some older White Fang members who may have... stolen some alcohol for 'celebrations.'"
The two went quiet for a moment til Ruby pushed the bowl of black cherries towards her. "Don't worry. We can still have drinks when we're older. Now, we can just have rum cherries."
A slight smile appeared on Blake's lips, taking her offer.