Author's Note: This chapter operates on the assumption that legal drinking age in Vale is 19. Okay, here we go.

It was a day to be celebrated. After four long years, Team RWBY had at last graduated from Beacon Academy, alongside JNPR, CRDL, and many others. Finally, they were able to begin their careers as Huntsmen and Huntresses. Not only that, but Ruby Rose, youngest Beacon graduate in history, had breached Vale's drinking age barrier. These facts, combined with Yang Xiao Long's recent mixology license, led to the events of a summer night in their home on Patch.

"So, what did you call this again?" Ruby asked, examining the concoction before her.

"That, little sister, is called a 'Strawberry Sunrise,'" Yang said proudly, as she finished mixing another. "Composed of creme de fraises, grenadine, orange juice, and a fruity garnish. It is my very favorite alcoholic beverage…" She joined her sister on the couch. "And so it shall be your very first."

"Alright, then."

Yang lifted her glass. "To Team RWBY!"

Ruby toasted her sister. "To Team RWBY!"

Both sister took a drink. "So, how is it?" Yang asked.

"...Wow… this is really good."

"Welcome to the wide world of alcoholic beverages, Rubes."

Once Ruby had polished off her first Sunrise (a feat which took just under two minutes), Yang mixed them both another.

And another.

And another.

And another.

And another.

It only came to a stop when she attempted to get up and make another, only to promptly collapse to the floor, prompting Ruby to giggle uncontrollably.

"Stop laughing, Ruby," Yang slurred, easing back onto the sofa. "You try walking after this many Sunrises."

"God… You are sooooooo drunk, Sis."

"Not as drunk as you, Ruby. Look at you, you're like… melting, you are."

"Oh, shut uppp, Yang. I've had many as just as you. I mean I-" She was sent into another laughing fit.

"Yeah, but I've built up a bit of a resistance. Tell you now, it takes a lot more of these to put down the Sun Dragon!"

"Tha-That what you make the boysss call you?"

"You're one to talk, sis. You never had a single boy at Beacon. Or girl, whichever. I don't know your…"

"Wasn't easy, Sisss. I was, I-I was beatin' em off with a stick, I tells ya! ...Least, I think I was… I hope I was… Am-Am I pretty enough, sis?"

"Now what kinda question is that?"

"Whuh?"

"Man, you're more drunk than I thought. 'Course you're pretty. Why you even askin' that?"

"It's juss… I don't feel like anybody ever really swaw me at Beacon…" Ruby slurred, slumping onto a cushion. "Why dinn't anybody flirt with me like they do ta you?"

"Well, I guess your problem is… Well, you're too cute to get flirted with."

Ruby pulled herself up into a seated position. "Uhm… Maybe it's the large amounts of alcohol, but I don't get ya…"

"I mean, people look at you, sis, and they see… Don't mean to be condescending, but they see a kid."

"A kid?"

"Yeah, you're just too cute to be flirted with."

"Bu-But I thought being cute helped…"

"Sure it does. But being too cute, that's another story. I mean, guys, they look at your… wide silver eyes, and those little red streaks in your hair, and the cuteness, it's… it's almost intimidating."

"Not stoppin' you from flirtin' up a stormmm…" Ruby smirked, pulling herself closer to her sister.

Yang laughed. "Ruby Rose, do you actually believe that I, your dearest sister, would ever think to flirt with you?"

"Uh-huh," Ruby slurred, brushing her head up against Yang's shoulder.

"Well, then…" Yang intoned with mock haughtiness, looking her sister in the eye, "I just don't know what to say to you."

"You don't have to say shit, sis." And with that, Ruby's lips were upon hers in a sloppy, drunken kiss. When it ended, Ruby collapsed into one more giggle fit, throwing herself off the couch in the process.

"IIIII am sooo drunk…"

"Care to blame what just happened on that?" Yang sleepily said, slumping onto her side.

"Sure thing, Yang, shure thing…" Ruby hiccupped, as she fell asleep on the floor.

The sunrise would no doubt bear witness to the greatest hangover Patch had ever seen.

Author's Note: The hell did I just write. What. The hell. Did I. Just. Write. I'll tell you what I just wrote: Drunk Sister Kiss. That's what I just wrote so yeah checkmate next time or whatever kbai