Note: All grammatical mistakes are mine and mine alone. Oh and updated last chapter with correct Spanish. Thank guest reviewer.
Mondays; Yang hated Mondays. There were few things worse than waking up on a Monday after an eventful weekend. Yet here she was, in her apartment kitchen scrambling eggs almost an hour before the sun got over its hangover to grace her side of the planet with its warm rays of delight.
God she hated Mondays.
Lazily scraping the eggs out of her once nonstick skillet, onto a piece of toast with bacon and cheese, Yang slapped another piece of bread on top and wrapped to sandwich in aluminum foil, tossing it inside a brown paper bag. From the cabinet above the refrigerator she then retrieved box of some raisin and yogurt cereal combination, and with a jug of milk already resting on the table she sat and ate her rather meager meal.
Yang tried not to think about the events of the past weekend but from the moment she woke up all she could think about how bad things seemed to turn out for her in the presences' of the Faunus she had taken a liking to. She only had two incidents to base her conclusion on, but the blond couldn't shake the feeling that no matter what she does, something terrible was soon to happen.
Bad luck, which was all it was really. Bad luck from poorly made earlier decisions but bad luck nonetheless. If Blake held a poor opinion of her before last night then the little prank the heiress pulled over Yang would do nothing for her image. She could explain this one away as before but she was nearly one hundred percent sure Blake would still see her as heartbreaker and perverted idiot.
Weiss Schnee. Oh she had many things she wanted to do to Weiss Schnee for ruining something that could have been so great. She just had to take that moment to enact vengeance on her for a prior prank. Sure Yang should have known Weiss would use any opportunity to embarrass her. And yes Yang was much too gullible for just thinking Weiss meant no ill will towards her. Especially considering the last stunt the blond pulled when Weiss spent a weekend at the sister's home.
Nothing says you should get together with her sister more than washing all of Weiss' pristine white undergarments with Ruby's red hoodies…
Still, it was just a simple joke that meant no harm. Nobody got hurt. And she figured the heiress could afford a new color variation in her wardrobe!
But no, flipping Weiss had to make Yang as miserable as she was. And she used her poor younger sister as a scapegoat. No way would her precious baby sister think of something so vile!
'Where could Ruby have even heard that phrase before' Yang mused to herself. It wasn't as if it was some ancient or spiritual proverb from German ancestors of the past. It was likely a poor pickup line she'd hear from drunken sailors that wandered into Junior's night club. Heck it may have been something Yang uttered once when she was drunk during her nonworking hours at Junior's. She'd be lying if she said her past life didn't allude to her having one foot in the gutter most of the time.
The thought of a burly muscular mustached man in his forties hitting on her younger sister made Yang cringe. The thought of someone like Yang from four years ago made her cringe; although that would be preferred.
Yang stuffed another large helping or cornflakes in her mouth. Then again with Ruby's recent dreams it made sense of her younger sister to occasional have those thoughts and feelings when conscious. And if the entry marked April twentieth had anything to do with it…
"Yang?"
Speak of the devil. A mope of black and red hair appeared from the corner of the hallway followed by steel gray eyes and a sheepish smile.
"How are you feeling?" Ruby softly asked. Yang grunted and stuffed another spoon of flake in her mouth, slowly chewing.
"Um, well finals are coming up soon so I might be at school a little later, or with Weiss."
Yang sorted and rose from her seat. She may not have been in school but knew Vale State's academic calendar. Final's Week wasn't until the second week June, after her birthday. Ruby still had five full weeks in the semester; three before she actually had to study for exams. She was just trying to avoid her.
"Um, well it is like six and you know how Weiss gets when I make her wait. Don't wanna be late for class so—"
Before Ruby could bolt out the door Yang grabbed her sister by the strap of her backpack and dragged her to the kitchen, inciting a yelp from the younger sibling. Unzipping one pouch Yang dropped a brown paper bag into her bag. She then zipped it up and spun Ruby to face her, shoving in her open hands another brown bag and a travel mug of coffee. "Your breakfast, her coffee; neither are poisoned", Yang grunted before pushing Ruby towards the door.
Said girl looked at the items in her hand, mumbling something about Weiss not liking her to eat in her car. Shaking her head Ruby wished for Yang to have a good day and ran down the stairs of her apartment building, hoping Weiss would see her before she honked her impatience.
Sighing Yang emptied her bowl of soggy flakes and dropped her dishes in the sink. Given the current time it was best to shower and get dressed for work. She could use her time at the garage to think of ways to torture her younger sister and Weiss Schnee, and let off some steam. Maybe even meet a friend for lunch.
Taking out her phone from her short pockets Yang scrolled through a list of contacts she was able to add last night. Coming to one particular name Yang tapped her chin. It had been a while since she last spoke to him in person, even longer since they did anything fun together. She needed to let off some frustration and this guy was always down for anything.
Yang grinned. Just a little fisticuffs to relieve stress seemed like the perfect thing to do. He'd do just fine.
Sweat rolled down her neck as she scanned the area in front of her. Inside this boxing ring it was completely open, minus the one person in front of her, the blond hair under his helmet slick with sweat as well and his blond tail wrapping in a coil around his waist.
With her feet shoulder width apart, body at a forty-five degree angle and right foot forward Yang kept her hands close to her face, elbows bent. To any regular person she was in a boxing stance. Others would recognize it as a kickboxing position. Or maybe it was more like Muay Thai. Whatever the position was, it didn't matter. All anyone needs to know was that it was a regular free sparring position, one that would allow her to transition to any style she pleased.
Her opponent stood similar, not the same but similar. He practiced different styles of combat, hybrid and mixed liked her. He had his preferred methods of fighting and almost all of them were Chinese martial arts. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could recall the number of styles the simian Faunus learned.
He was skilled practitioner of Monkey Fist and many of its variation. Sun was also skilled in drunken boxing, a style used by famous fighter and movie star both he and the blond woman watched when they were children. Thinking harder Yang could vaguely recall the names of more styles and there may have been some mentioned of Taoist training; honestly she didn't pay attention too much. But between the Hakka Kuen and Kenpo Sun took pride in displaying, Yang knew he was no push over. He was a skilled, fearless fighter and a great partner to spar with.
Although he looked a little scared at the moment.
They had a spectator, a tall young man their age with cartoon like blue ocean hair, dark blue eyes, tanned skin, and a dazzling commercial smile. The smile was likely practiced from the many photo shoots he has to opportunity to do, being a professional model and resident poster boy for the Schnee brand toothpaste. He was dressed in blue and gold basketball shorts with a white undershirt showing off just a bit of his toned muscles and sculpted chest. He was currently shouting poor encouragement to the Faunus boxing with her.
"Sun, get in there! She won't kill you!"
"I dunno. She looks pretty angry Neptune. I tend to avoid sparring with an angry Yang."
The blond woman in question groaned in frustrations. For far too long now, though it had only been five minutes, Yang had been chasing Sun around the ring as she tried to engage him in combat. The first ten minutes of their spar had been going well. Both blonds loved to fight so when Yang suggested they get together for a short match Sun was on board.
Both of them worked up a sweat throwing punches and kicks with the occasional floor grappling as Yang was beginning to feel the stress melt away. It was strange way to bond with her Faunus friend, but it was one of the most surefire ways they worked through problems and enjoyed their company. Sparring felt different from talking, but was it always a prelude to more meaningful conversations. Yang needed this type of bonding and was in the market for advice. Sun was more than happy to help.
But for all things the blond woman was known for it was her temper. And there were two things every man, woman, and child had to remember concerning the brawler. No one talks about Yang's family and you absolutely do not pull her hair. Sun made the latter mistake.
She was already pissed when she walked into the gym today, but when Sun accidently pulled five of her golden locks from her glorious mane she became furious. A small rational part of her brain tried to remind her that Sun was a friend, not foe, and didn't mean to actual pull out her hair. He wasn't that stupid nor did he have a death wish. Thus, he did not deserve the impending beating. However, most of her thought processes were sitting between kill and severely injure. Little was going to change her mind.
But if anyone ever asks, monkeys are wise. Once he realized his mistake Sun ran around the ring, keeping as much distance as possible so that he could tire her out. Honestly when he discovered his mistake he considered abandoning the spar until Yang cooled down. But the last time he jumped out the ring to break for the exit Yang caught the back of his head with a metal folding chair.
To be fair, he was hitting on her then girlfriend Miltiades.
"Jesus Sun, we don't have all day!"
Indeed they did not. Yang was only going to be around for as long as her lunch break. She was planning to leave early enough to take a quick shower and return to work on time. But if Tarzan kept jumping around the ring like a scared toddler she was going to leave unfulfilled and even crankier than before.
"Hey, you know when she's angry she develops this inhuman strength and blood lust! You may not care about yours playboy but I enjoy life in all its crappy splendor!" Sun shouted back, speech slurred as he spoke through his mouth guard.
"Jesus man, just go forward and hit her!"
This was getting ridiculous. Now they were bickering like an old married couple. Yang didn't have time for this and she literally reaching her breaking point.
While Sun stood distracted by the blue haired stud she often accused of having a crush on the simian Yang removed her own blue and orange head protector, allowing some much need air to her head. Helmet in her right hand and stepping with her left foot Yang cocked back and threw her headgear with as much force as she could mutter. Sun almost didn't see it coming but at the last second ducked below it. As he was rising to his full height the Faunus turned his full attention back to his opponent, but a bit too late.
Yang had used the helmet as a distraction to buy her enough time to cover the distance to get to Sun. She wasn't slow but being a Faunus allowed Sun greater speed and agility, something the boy took full advantage of while trying to avoid getting his head smashed in. Unfortunately because he let Neptune grab his attention away right as he stood the top of his head was met with a pounding fist.
Sun flopped back on the mat but rolled to his right and on his feet before Yang could pin him. Again as he stood he was greeted with another fist.
He blocked that one, fortunate enough to be aware that he needed to defend himself, by lifting his own fist to his face then jabbing to hit Yang. But it wasn't a strong as a throw he could normally produce. The blond woman blocked his punch upward and grabbed his arm. Not even a second later she lifted her legs and with a quick rotation from her hips she snapped her legs from her knees into his side.
Even with his light protective gear on he must have felt it, the loud yelp and curse a give way. The monkey Faunus almost fell over had Yang not held on to his arm. But not yet done, the brawler yanked Sun forward and elbow strike him in his chest.
Sun stumbled, fell on the mat again, and got up. But he probably should have stayed down. He was on his feet for less than three seconds when Yang exploded with one last roundhouse kick, throwing her body to power the momentum as the now straight leg struck him on his sides.
The Faunus was done. He was so over this sparring session. Sun fell on the mat for one last time. He refused to move, too tired to continue to indulge his friend. Sun was content to call her victor for today.
Neptune sighed. "You know, when I said 'go fight her' I didn't mean get beat in five seconds."
"You know what, you talk a lot of crap for someone who hides behind the excuse 'if I get bruised in a fight it'll ruin my career' to avoid sparring." The Faunus then turned his attention to the blond woman hovering over him, also panting in her exhaustion. Removing his mouth guard Sun ask, "Are you feeling better Yang?"
"No not really", she responded.
The two combatants took a few more seconds to gather themselves before exiting the ring. As they left two other fighters entered and the three friends gathered near mats at the back of the gym to watch the fight inside.
"Alright then Yang", the monkey Faunus began as they sat on the blue mats. "Tell ol' uncle Sunny what's been on your mind."
"Well, it's about a woman. A woman I'm completely enamored with. But she hates me."
Sun took a sip of water before asking, "Why does she hate you?"
"Every time I've tried to talk to her things haven't gone in my favor. Long story short they've all be accidents and misunderstanding but because of them she thinks I'm a perverted womanizer."
Sun snorted. "Well while I'm sure the stories of your failures are entertaining I will spare you the trouble. Just tell me what you need."
"I don't know", Yang sighed. "I've tried taking my sister's advice and being myself. I've tried talking to her, asking her out, and explaining that everything was a mistake but each time her opinion of me gets worse. I'm frustrated and I don't know what to do."
The monkey Faunus rubbed his chin. "Well Yang, the answer here is obvious. You—"
"Cut your losses and move on", the blue haired stud next to her answered. "Look, the way I see it she's not worth your time. If you've been putting the moves on her and she keeps telling you to eat crap and die then it's a lost cause; right Sun?"
The monkey Faunus glared at his friend. "As I was saying before Neptune interrupted me, you have to decide if this girl is really special to you. If she is then you have to be persistent Yang." Turning his attention back to the blond he softened his expression and asked, "Remember my attempts at winning Velvet's heart?"
"Yeah, you spent months trying to win her over. Didn't she actually tell you to eat crap and die once?"
Sun frowned and looked down at his feet. "Yes, one particular day while extremely frustrated she did tell me to eat crap and die. But that's not the point!"
Yang grinned as Neptune chuckled. They knew all about Sun's troubling time with the rabbit Faunus. Because she was usually timid and reserved it came as a shock to the shy girl when the new boy at school, who appeared as if he should be on the back of a Vale Today magazine, talked to her. Despite this Velvet shared no feeling for the monkey Faunus and became increasing annoyed after many months of flirting and gifts. It was entertaining to watch her chew Sun out one day after his one hundredth flirt, but heartbreaking to watch her dump his bouquet of roses into a nearby dumpster on Valentine's Day.
"Trust me Yang", Sun started again. "I've been where you have so I know a lot more than him. Nothing worth having comes easy. It took a lot to become friends with Velvet and even longer to win affection. But slowly over time I wore her down enough so at least she'd go on one date with me. But then it became two; then three. And that's because if Velvet didn't really want me around, she would have made sure I was gone. And if she really wasn't special enough to me I would have moved on after the first few rejections."
"So I was right!" Neptune exclaimed. The monkey Faunus shook his head.
"If you think she's really special then her affection is worth fighting for. Maybe you won't win her as a lover, but if you make her a friend have you really failed?"
Yang mulled over Sun's advice. He had a point. Normally she followed Neptune's line of thinking and as much as she hated to admit it, they were similar in many ways. There hasn't been too many hearts she didn't win over. And those she didn't weren't worth her chasing after.
But Blake felt different. It was as Ruby said once, she didn't get flustered. Men and women got flustered over her. Even if twice now she failed she still had a strong desire to try again.
Yang glanced at a clock on a far wall and noted she had just enough time to shower and return to work.
"Thanks Sun. I'll think about what you said." With a nod Yang stood to her feet to head to the women's locker room.
Mondays; Blake hated Mondays. There were few things worse than working on a Monday after an eventful weekend. Yet here she was, in the reasonably large kitchen of a tucked away but modern French diner whisking eggs, flour, water, milk, salt, and butter in a large mixing bowl as the sun set over the horizon; allowing the tranquil, quiet, and mysterious moon to take its place and bless them with its soothing beauty.
God she hated Mondays.
Heating a lightly oiled griddle over a medium high heat Blake poured her batter onto the griddle, coating the surface evenly by tilting the pan in a circle.
It was only Monday but Blake was already tired and ready for another weekend so that she could get a break. For nearly three weeks now Blake hasn't taken a day off. While working irregular shift seven days a week was fine the past weekend had been a true test of her patience, draining all the energy she'd ever need for the week. It was because of that dumb blond that she'd needed to ask Jaune for a day off.
Yang Xiao Long.
Blake spared a moment to look away from her pan to look at the woman sitting at the lunch counter playing with her scroll and drinking a glass of water. Once she did; however, Blake growled and turned her attention away. Any longer spent looking at her would make the Faunus angrier and she promised Jaune she would act so aloof around his friends.
But how could she not around Yang. The idiot was a constant source of discomfort. Jaune had explained the unfortunate event of the past weekend wasn't really her fault but Blake knew her type pretty well.
Pretty, arrogant, mischievous in all the wrong ways, irresponsible especially with other's emotions, and senseless; extremely senseless. She got by with her good looks and charming personality, not that Blake had seen this yet when all that blond does is gawk at her like Blake was an exotic animal; never once having to work or being forced to understand the trials of other people. She could get whatever she pleased on just being a sweet but flirtatious and frivolous individual, because in a society like theirs, everything that stood around them encouraged such behavior.
Pretty but dumb blonds.
In this society, she was blessed to be born tall and strong, with long blond hair, the softest violent eyes known to man, light freckles around her nose and part of her cheeks, and all around pretty. She was blessed to be born a great physical human specimen of flawless design, so much so that she didn't know the meaning of the word struggle; so much so that she could never related to Blake. She was not like Blake, whose cat ears branded her with scars and taunts that she was disfigured, ugly, and undesirable. That she was less than subhuman, and therefore, less than worthy and that because she was lowlife, her standards would be too.
Blake knew what it meant to work, far harder than anyone else; to fight to achieve something. Even if it was because they said she couldn't do it or couldn't have it. Yang didn't know struggle, so she could never understand a Faunus, and could never earn Blake's respect. She wasn't below Yang's standards. Yang was below hers.
But tonight she wasn't the only one.
"Jaune, more beer; and hurry up with my food!"
Blake had just finished arranging the crepes on her plate, the thin pancake folded like a taco as the customers requested, inside filled with strawberries, bananas, and chocolate syrup. Three plates were set on the window kitchen and a waitress her height with reddish brown hair, tan skin, and sapphire blue eyes snatched them up.
"I swear I don't get paid enough for this", the waitress complained, taking another plate of chicken and setting it on her tray. "If that brutish jerk leers at me one more time I'll—"
"Do nothing", Jaune replied setting four beer bottles on the counter for the waitress to take. "Please don't make this any harder than it already is. Just give him his food, smile, and walk away."
The waitress looked as if she wanted to argue but inside chose to furrow her brows and narrow her eyes at Jaune. Her face relaxed; however, after a few minutes. "I know…" She turn turned away and with a chipper voice responded to the four men who had called out to her boss. "Alright, I have four beers and a large plate of hot wings for you guys."
Blake watched the younger woman walk away to a family of three, their crepes handed to them with a genuine smile and laugh. She also caught the four young men leering at the waitress, and while no one else could particularly hear it, her cat ears picked up the comments of "sexy redhead", and "I want to take her home tonight." Blake growled.
"You know she's right", a smooth alto voice said, "She doesn't get paid enough to serve that creep and his three idiot friends. Just kick him out."
"I can't do that Yang", Jaune responded with a sigh.
"I fail to see why not."
"Because it's Cardin, and no matter how much I hate him, I know better than to displease a Winchester."
Yang growled and responded, "Jaune, this is your restaurant. What do you mean you won't mess with a Winchester?"
Signing Jaune set out four more glass beer bottle and a plastic water pitcher. Blake could see that he was contemplating if he should get make a pitcher of the alcohol and refill their glasses as they drank, but he must have changed his mind as he placed the plastic pitcher away. "You know who his father is Yang", he finally spoke tiredly, "and you know that man has money and deep connections with a lot of people. His father is a big political name and if Cardin desires he could use that to make my life, my family's life, miserable."
Yang sipped her water and mumbled, "I know what he can do."
"Then you know my hands are tied."
"But mine aren't."
And for most of the night it continued this way. The unruly brunt orange haired man harassed Jaune and thehumanfemale waitress, who looked to be two stares away from sucker punching the college student. She'd come back to the lunch counter to get some beer, fist clenched into a ball. Yang would shoot her a sympathetic glance before demanding Jaune handle the situation. But the waitress and Jaune would argue there was nothing they could do. If they did she'd lose this job because Jaune would lose this restaurant he worked so hard for. He'd tell Yang his hands were tied. And completely missing what Jaune would say she'd reply that hers wasn't.
It was annoying to listen to them bicker like this, mostly because the blond refused to listen to what anyone was saying in regards to the Winchester boy nearby. But thankfully the blond woman did nothing more than sip on water while the human waitress ignored the looks and even occasional catcalls directed towards her. But it was no surprise that every other waiter, cook, and Yang was throwing draggers to the four men at the table. This was upsetting but they resisted fighting back. If they held their professionalism then maybe Cardin and his crew of misfits would leave on their own accord.
As the night continued Cardin and his friends drank more beer, and less people came into the restaurant. Mondays were always the slowest days for them. Blake had always figured it was because people did not want to spend money eating out so early in the week. A lot of families probably cook large Sunday dinners and thus had left over food to eat for the following Monday. Or it could have been because people were willing to at least cook on the first day of the work week. In fact Blake has heard that a lot of families came in to eat on Thursday and Friday because they didn't feel like taking anything out of their freezers.
The lack of customers was no surprise; however, this Monday in particular was nearly dead. Somewhere around the sixth fish dish prepared and the third order of crepes she had made she notice that aside from Cardin and his friends, there were only four other tables full; a family of four, two young couples near the back, and a tired businessman and his partner near the front.
"Jaune, more beer!"
Blake jumped, a bit startled though she shouldn't have been, and turned her attention to Cardin as the waitress who hand been attending to them all night walked over, another fake smile and four more beer bottles for the crew. Out of the corner of her eye Blake noticed movement and watched as one of the young couples hand in hand headed towards the exit, the look of annoyance on their faces.
Another waitress was near their table, a Faunus and a part-timer if Blake recalled. She quietly picked up the tip left and walked back to the countertop.
"They weren't happy Jaune", she said to Jaune who was busy plating more hot wings sky high. "They like the food and service but did not enjoy Cardin and his loud, drunk friends." Emphasizing her point one of boys bellowed a drunken laughed followed by the three others. The browned hair girl's rabbit ears dropped low.
"Thank you Velvet", he sighed before glancing up at the clock. "Well we still have a little bit to go. But maybe I can close up early."
Someone snorted and spoke, "So you won't kick him out but you'll close early."
"What do you want me to do Yang?"
"Grow some balls and confront him Jaune."
And there they went again. Arguing like a married old couple. Blake sighed and decided to tune them out. She was tired of listening to this. It would end the same as before. Jaune would do nothing and Yang would become frustrated.
With nothing to do until someone wanted more food Blake watched Cardin. She knew all about this Winchester lad. While she felt little connection with Vale she paid more attention to politics than Jaune and she knew how important Cardin's father was.
Born and raised in Vale the Winchester family had been an important part of the city for one thousand years. While they ran one of the longest family owned operations they were always involved in politics, from the first of his family to settle in city. Nearly every male has held some political office or contributed to some political candidate best aligned with their views.
And their views were none to kind to immigrants or Faunus. Ignoring the fact that their family had roots in Atlas the Winchesters were known for their disapproving views on Faunus. They voted not in favor of diversity but against it. Apparently none of the male Winchester ever studied economics because in every election cycle they pushed for tougher regulations and barriers on people who desired to come into to continent of Vytal, more restriction on Faunus living here, and less trade with other nations. They claimed it was to protect their home from individuals who meant harm, and that if they united this way they'd be a stronger homeland. But Blake could see past the deception as clear as her night vision allowed her to see in the dark.
In their arrogance they believed their society should be composed of nothing but pure human Vytalian citizens. Anyone from the outside and any Faunus did not deserve to live they life they did, because they were not their equal. It made Blake sick.
That said the majority of Vale did not share the same opinion and for some time now Vale has been working for less barriers to trade, along with immigration and Faunus reform. But all that could change with Cardin's father running for the top spot as Prime Minister of Vale.
As Blake watched Cardin, reminding herself of all the reason why he was more of a natural enemy to her than Yang, the cat Faunus notice Cardin's gaze lingering on the Velvet. There was something predatory in his eyes and it unsettled Blake. She pretended she was not watching them, making herself appear busy behind the safety of the kitchen wall, but was actively listening to the conversation they were having about Human-Faunus relationships, specifically how Faunus shouldn't be allowed to consider a human with any romantic interest.
Blake balled her hands into a tight fist, trying her best to keep from lashing out in harsh French at Cardin for his derogatory remarks about how most Faunus were dirty, dishonest, and incapable of reciprocating true love. As if any person, human or Faunus could even like a close-minded man like him.
Two of his friends laughed at his comments, howling like wild dogs. It was enough to cause the businessman to storm out, dropping more than enough lien to cover his and his friend's meal, followed by the second young couple. Blake clenched his fist tighter, her knuckles turning white. She wanted to storm over a smack that god-awful grin off Cardin's face.
When at last another batch of hot wings was finished the blue-eyed waitress grabbed the plate and was preparing to walk over when the Winchester spoke.
"Wait, I want one of your Faunus, the rabbit, to make themselves useful and server me for the rest of this evening. Ain't that what they trained for?"
Blake snarled at such a request while Yang jumped from her seat, only to be pushed back on the stool by Velvet. Calmly and quietly the girl took the plate of food and walked over to Cardin's table. Yang voiced her concern.
"Jaune, I'm all for you keeping some form of professionalism but this is too much. He is the same now as much as he was when we were in high school and you know once he starts—"
"Alright, alright; I'll handle it. I'll take to Cardin and—"
"Please stop, it hurts!"
All eyes turned back to the table to see Velvet being released from Cardin's grip. It was obvious he had pulled on one of her ears.
"See, told you it was real", he slurred with a smug grin on his face.
Another person at the table, skinny with a green Mohawk laughed. "I though you said you'd never touch any Faunus with a ten foot pole?"
"Normally I wouldn't but even I can't lie. Some Faunus are good for filling those primal needs. I suppose she could work if you just needed to get laid."
Blake has heard a lot of drunkard say many things when impaired. Aside of dull senses, bad reactions to situations, and a complete lack of judgment, the concept of subtly seemed to be distance though. But if Blake heard Cardin correctly—he was too loud not to be heard—then he had just suggested that not only were Faunus subhuman, but only useful to fulfil the perverted desires of men.
Blake nearly chocked on her spit and somewhere around her someone dropped a glass shattering it into pieces on the floor. From out the corner of her eye she could see it was Yang's glass. The water she had been drinking for the better part of two hours lay wasted on the floor spreading around small glass shards too dangerous to pick up with your hand.
At last the family of four left and the rabbit Faunus took it as her chance to leave, scurrying away to seek safety among her coworkers. She would not be returning to server them.
The odd looks and glares Cardin received all evening did nothing to draw his attention, but oddly enough the dropped glass caused him to look over to where Velvet ran off too. Cardin's eyes lingered on the blond sweeping the glass into a plastic dustpan but drifted elsewhere when he couldn't get a good look at her face.
Unfortunately they drifted Blake's way and the two locked eyes in an intense power struggle.
"Jaune, we're thirsty! How about asking kitty to bring us some more drinks", the young man sneered. Blake bared her teeth in response but was curiously watching two empty beer bottles in his hand he held above his head. "Oh and you might want to send her with a broom to clean up this mess." He then dropped the two bottles, the fragile glass clipping the table before ending up like Yang's water. Blake narrowed her eyes but the brunt orange haired man responded with a silent "oops".
Someone was talking to her but she wasn't listening. She was too busy counting in her head, trying to keep her temper under control. Instead she grabbed their beer, along with the extra broom and dustpan, and then strolled the short distance to Cardin and his friends.
Blake angrily set the four bottles near the edge of the table. She could have given each man his beer as a good hostess would have, but they weren't deserving of that type of courtesy. Turning her attention to sweeping the glass Blake went around chairs and under the table, ignoring the feet underneath, the grumbled complaints, and the intense watching. Once she was satisfied she had sweep all glass from the cheap alcohol they were drinking Blake bent over to sweep it into her dustpan.
And then she felt hands.
Blake wasn't sure what was going on the mind of the young Winchester because it surely wasn't logic. But he couldn't have done what she thought he had done. After all the complaints about Faunus, especially how even touching one was a sin, Blake couldn't believe what he had done. But people were funny creatures, especially when drunk. They don't think straight and either exhibit a behavior the complete opposite of them or amplify the traits they already have. After all, why else would he fondle her!
The moment she bent over his hands roam around her waist before squeezing her rear. Blake jumped in surprise and sharply turned to man she knew touched her; the sound of shattering glass, and angry and pleading whispers doing nothing to distract her.
"Like what you see Cardin?" the Mohawk character teased.
Cardin sneered lustfully. "For a one night stand yes."
Blake could feel a growl forming in her chest but it was squashed away but when a soft palm rested on her shoulders. It was Yang, the woman she could not stand and judging by the look on the faces of three of the four men at the table the current center of attention.
"Hello boys!" she spoke, voice as sweet as sin. All they could do was mumble back intelligible gibberish.
The feline Faunus would have normally scoffed at such a display. It was typical of Cardin's type to be smitten by a human girl that looked as lovely as Yang. But what he failed to noticed, and what she and a slightly husky man at the table saw were something unsettling.
Blake was fearless, or at least believed she had seen enough to where the usual scare tactics did not faze her. But the expression on Yang's face, rather the emotion in her eyes was enough to force the husky brown haired boy to retreat into an invisible turtle. And it was enough that Blake was almost shying away for her gentle touch. It was a long time since she had seen that look in anyone's eyes and she was quite curious as to how her eyes didn't betray the fake emotions on her face or in her voice. But was immediately grateful it wasn't directed towards her.
Otherwise she wouldn't be able to control herself under the unbridled fury and fire in Yang's eyes.