I know I said I'd have the conclusion to this story early this morning. But I was much too tired to write it. Sorry. So here it is and a little bonus I put together. Sorry if you dislike my lame jokes in the bonus. Enjoy.

Weiss woke up three times since this morning. Coming back to her house at almost 1am in the morning, and immediately ignoring the glaring problem of the house party she wasn't invited to with hard liquor, invoked many thoughts about what level of pain should she put Ruby and 'dumblebee' squad in. Yet in each instance Weiss was met with conflicting feeling about how upset she was toward her irresponsible friend.

The first instance had to be no more than 3 hours after she went to bed. After waking up from a dream that proved Ruby was indeed made of strawberries and roses, she found herself bundled under a large blanket, the shoes she left on her feet removed and lined neatly at the door, with a glass of a strange drinking concoction Yang must have made to clear any hangover Weiss might have had. Sipping the yellow mess that was of a raw egg, hot sauce, salt and pepper, and other 'things' Weiss couldn't describe, she heard three voice arguing outside her door.

"This is bad. This is very, very bad." It was a high pitched panicked voice.

"Ruby, you need to calm down. We'll fix this." Slightly lower and older, Weiss knew this voice all too well when it yelled. "I told you you'll have fun and we can deal with messes later."

"Why did I let you talk me into this?!"

"Because it got you the number to that sexy blond girl in your System Dynamics and Vibrations course." Yang drew out the words system dynamics and vibrations as long as she could. "Look, we cleaned the most damaging things. We just have to replace the other crap and tidy up."

"Tidy up? Tidy up?! Donuts making love on the wall Yang; and a dick in the box on the drawn on the side of the house! And the microwave?! Also, I didn't even want nor solicit that girl for her number…or how she gave it to me."

"Hey you two, Nora and Ren just called back. They'll be over to drop off the food from the grocery store in 20 minutes." A third voice, calm and mellow told her it was Blake.

"Doesn't solve the microwave issue…" A snort soon followed.

"We have an old industrial microwave in our basement. I can replace the rug, vases, and the picture then fill the hole in the backyard…" Ruby mumbled, still loud enough to be heard.

"If Yang does the kitchen then we can tackle what's left of the yard Ruby."

"Great idea Kitty, but what about the couch?"

Silence followed before one of the voices spoke up. "I'm dead. I'm so dead. Weiss will kill me."

Weiss spent 10 minutes listening to footstep, arguing, and foreign voices run around her house. Weiss assumed water was running, a lot trash was being taken outside, and items were being shifted around in an attempt to "tidy up". Really; as if they could clean up the massive amount of garbage left after the party in a few hours.

Weiss was still massively hung over. Of everyone in the gang, holier-than-thou Weiss Schnee was a lightweight. It took all of two drinks to knock her down, which explains why she never drunk at all. She must have actually chugged her drinks instead of sipping it, like she original thought. 'Thanks for the hangover cure. But you are all still dead'.

Weiss decided to go back to sleep. She wanted to be surprised by how well Ruby cleaned up, so she could gut her like the fish she was later. Then send her packing to Yang and Blake in a body bag. This led her to being woken up for the second time since this morning. Much more aware of her soundings, she checked a small alarm clock sitting on the nightstand by the bed. It read 8am.

8am on any given day was a perfect time to wake up, but Weiss was lacking the energy to get up from the comfortable sheets. Still battling a massive headache she could here footstep coming out the bathroom to the right of Ruby's room, and voices, one Ruby, the other an unknown tenor male that was maybe a few years older than her.

"Right so the toilet and shower is fine. Nothing's wrong with the car, and I can fix the back of the house over break if either you or your housemate are still in town for the next few days."

"Thank you Bolek. I owe you a lot."

"No problem. Your sister has done more than enough for me. However, I have just a few questions. Who flooded your basement?"

"Hehe… yeah. Well thanks for stopping by, but you need to leave before Weiss—"

"Must have been a damn good party if the couch was on fire."

"Bolesław please… get out."

"Okay, okay. But seriously", the man was now mocking Ruby, as evident of his laughing. "What dumb ass put a fork in your microwave? For science?!"

"OUT! NOW!"

"Okay, last question. Are ya gonna call that guy that left his number in your phone? If not your sister would love to have it."

Weiss rolled her eyes and snuggled under the blanket. She never knew Ruby was such the guy and lady killer, but with a sister like Blondie, you couldn't help but be. Weiss supposed she could sleep in a few more minutes before handing Ruby a stern lecture about the new rules of the house if she was going to stay.

Still soothed by the scent of strawberries, Weiss finally woke up feeling rested and refreshed, at 1 in the afternoon. Sitting up in bed she stared intensely at the digital clock. In all of her life, she had never slept in so late. She may have taken naps at this time when she was a kid, but Weiss found it repulsive when people spent half the day in bed. She cringed at the thought of having wasted 5 hours of daylight and groaned at only having 5 hours left to get ready for part 2 of Der Ring des Nibelungen at the Vale Opera House.

Wait. Der Ring des Nibelungen? Ruby…

Weiss shot out of the bed and bolted down stairs, but froze at the bottom steps as she looked around her house.

Spotless; the entire living room, while devoid of a couch, was spotless. The walls looked as if they have received an entirely new paint job. The wood floor was glistening. All her pictures and figurine were replaced and sparkling. Her favorite of them all had survived the storm even. The kitchen floor so waxed Weiss could see her reflection in the floor. Too bad that old industrial microwave clashed with everything. Examining the cabinets and refrigerator everything was stocked. Bread, water, fruit, vegetables, everything, and most of it were either fresh or brand name like Weiss liked it. And not an ounce of alcohol was to be found, unless it was for cooking purposes. Even her favorite tea and coffee was stocked.

Checking the basement Weiss was shocked to see everything down there was completely organized. The two of them had been meaning to clean the basement, but over time just threw unnecessary item down there for later. But now it looked spotless. No spider webs, lights working, boxes organized and labeled, the only problem was the wet concrete floor and ugly blue cot Ruby bought from the flea market. Weiss never knew their basement was so huge.

Returning back upstairs Weiss eyes focused on a body lying on the rug in the middle of their living room. She poked it a few times with her feet before the body moaned and rolled over. The messy mop that was red and black slowly lifted her head to allow her drowsy silver eyes to meet Weiss' icy blue stare.

"Good afternoon, harbinger of destruction and chaos."

Ruby quickly rolled over and sprung up, waving her hands in front of her as she took a wrestling stance. "Weiss I'm sorry please don't be mad I didn't intend for everything to hit the fan I just wanted to have a good time and I really hope you didn't see the—"

Weiss quickly move in front of Ruby, one hand over her mouth, grabbing Ruby's with her free hand so she couldn't run away. "How do you take your coffee?"

"Um…I don't—"

"Just answer the question!"

"Cream and 5 sugars!"

Weiss walked over to kitchen to start the brewer before asking Ruby to assist her in moving the cot down in the basement upstairs. It was rather fortunate they had this. When the duo first when shopping for furniture Ruby bought the large ugly blue cot because the sale man told her it doubled for a cheap couch if you folded half of it up to form a back, since it was made of two people to sleep on. This would have to do until they could replace it with something more stylish. Resting as they waited for the brewer to finish Ruby initiated conversation.

"Weiss, how mad are you right now?"

"I'm not mad." Weiss took a sip of her coffee, as Ruby let out a sigh of relief. "I'm furious…"

Ruby groaned and whispered a silent prayer as Weiss approach with her mug. "But not at you Ruby Rose."

"Not…at me?"

"No, not at you."

"So why are you furious?"

Weiss made a heavy sigh and took a few sips of her brew before she explained. "Ruby I'm not mad you. I'm just mad at what you did. At the same time, I can't blame you. So I find myself unable to really be as upset, at you, as I want to be."

Ruby cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

"Am I mad you threw a house party, here? Yes. Am I furious you went behind my back to do it? Of course I am. Do I feel like you are trying to take advantage of me giving you the benefit of the doubt as you sit here and try to justify what happened? Absolutely! But I'd be lying if I say…you didn't desire the fun you had last night."

Ruby scratched the back of her head as she looked up to the ceiling. God knows how long it took for her to get up there a wash the incongruous drawing that made it up there. "So…"

"I was a terrible housemate to you all quarter and yet you put up with it. You could have told me you were stressed and really had no time to yourself. But you let me breathe down your back like a dragon. And you still called me a friend. I wouldn't say you have no spine, but you are much to kind for your own good." In one of Weiss' many rare moments, she flashed Ruby a smile.

"Which is why I know this isn't your fault. In all the time I've known you, I have learned and I can recognized your… handwriting. There's only one person who can plan this much hell, and only one who is able to plan such a deceitful cover up. And it isn't you. So no point in wasting my time and energy being mad at you when for one, I'm not, and two, I know who the real culprits are."

Ruby once again felt a familiar chill down her spine as she slowly inched her head right to look at Weiss. Her face was expressionless, except for her blue eye which held an unfocused but menacing glare at the wood floor.

"Um…Weiss?"

"That said I'll be making some errands today." Weiss rose from the cot and placed her mug kitchen counter. Ruby wasn't surprised to find it was almost as cold as ice when she later inspected the contents of the cup. In fact, Ruby always suspected Weiss gave off these strange supernatural chills whenever she was pissed, much how Ruby could not explain how she could feel her sister radiate and see her nearly create fire when she lost her temper. Most people assumed that Ruby was a bit crazy.

"When I return we can… hang out, before you and your sister leave to visit your dad and uncle in a few days", Weiss said as she placed her winter coat on, grabbing her keys from the hook that hung by the door.

"Um, Weiss, what errands are you going to run exactly?"

Weiss stood in front of the door, her hand gripping the knob as an err silence floated around the room. She made to effort to look at Ruby and she didn't reply to her question. She just stood there, face unreadable but eyes laced with blood lust.

"Please don't kill them Weiss." And with that request she walked out the door. Ruby waited long enough to hear her car start, relieved that as Bolesław had said, it was in perfect condition. Letting out a long sigh and throwing her either body across the cot she decided on another quick nap before reaching into her pocket to send a quick text message, humming "the party was so worth it". Curling up in her hoodie she dropped her phone to the carpet below after pushing the send button, the message reading: Lock your doors, hunker down. Schnee storm is coming.