Coco POV
As I sat through my insufferably boring class about the history of fashion, I thought about Yang. I could never even understand why I had to take this class. I wanted to design clothes, I didn't care about what people wore before I was alive.
I knew that Yang would be working at the coffee shop when the class ended, so I decided I would go get some hot chocolate afterwards. Meanwhile, I considered what Velvet had said the night before. She was right; I couldn't just let my feelings build up inside me and do nothing about them. But how would I go about telling Yang how I felt? Simply asking hey Yang, wanna go on a date sometime? seemed too blunt, not to mention that I had no idea what the blonde would want to do. On the other hand, I didn't think I'd be able to give her subtle hints that she should ask me out. Furthermore, I didn't even know if she liked girls, which could make things seriously awkward if I ever did ask her out.
It wasn't until I heard the sound of many chairs scraping back that I realised the class had finally ended. I got up and packed away my stuff, still thinking about the blonde. Those thoughts kept me occupied until I got to the store, where I figured just making small talk with Yang was my best bet.
"Hi. Usual?" she asked as I approached the counter.
"Yeah, please. How are you?"
"Pretty good, thanks. You?" Yang answered, getting a cup for my hot chocolate.
"Better, now that I'm out of that stupid class," I said.
"What did you have?"
"Fashion history. Apparently it'll help us understand trends over time, which for some reason will let us predict new ones before they happen. Frankly I just don't see the point of it," I explained as Yang gave me my drink.
"That sucks. Hey, I was gonna ask you something," she said while putting my money in the cash register. Sipping my drink, I raised an eyebrow, silently telling the blonde to continue. "I have a kung fu tournament in a few weeks. It's an international affair, some of the best fighters from around the world will be there. Wanna come watch me win?"
Yet again, I found myself wondering why I was attracted to her cockiness. "Sure. But what if you don't win?" I asked, smiling.
"Coco, this is me we're talking about," Yang deadpanned. "That hurts my feelings." I couldn't tell if she was serious about that or not. Something must have shown in my face, because Yang suddenly smiled and said, "I'm just messing with you! But seriously, you gonna come?"
"Yes, Yang, if I'm able to. When and where is it?"
"New York City, from the eighteenth to the twentieth of May," she answered, smiling. "That's a Friday to a Sunday, if you're wondering." I didn't have any classes on Fridays, so I was quite pleased by that.
"That works. How are we getting there?"
"Qrow's renting a coach bus. He asked all his students who are participating to find out if they're bringing a guest so he'd know how many people are going," Yang explained.
"Does he want guests to pay for like, accommodations and stuff? New York isn't cheap," I asked.
"Nah. Qrow's...reasonably well-off, let's just say, but if you're offering I'll let him know."
"Yeah, please do. I hate feeling like a freeloader. Hey, when do you get off?" I inquired, struck by a sudden thought.
"Preferably when I'm alone and comfortable," Yang answered with a wink. It was only then that I realised what I'd said.
"No...that's not...that's not what I meant..." I exclaimed. A combination of embarrassment and being in hysterics made it difficult for me to speak.
"I know, I'm just really dirty-minded. But to answer our question, in about ten minutes. Why?"
"Wanna hang out after?" I asked when I could talk again.
"Sure. What do you wanna do?" Shit. I hadn't thought that far ahead.
"I don't know, just whatever we feel like."
"Kay. See you later," Yang said. I wondered why she was saying that, until I turned and saw another customer entering the shop.
"Bye," I replied, walking towards the door. Ever since the day I'd first met Yang, I was always careful to not get too distracted to open the door. I hadn't crashed into it since that day, but even so, I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of her again. I wandered round campus aimlessly for ten minutes before going back to the coffee shop to meet Yang. She was just leaving as I arrived, and she waved when she saw me.
"Hey," she said when there was less distance between us.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Not much. Mind if we head back to my dorm so I can change into something more comfortable?" I realised she was still wearing her barista uniform, and nodded. I followed her to her room, making small talk along the way. When we got there, I saw a black-haired girl sitting on her bed, reading a book. She wore a black bow over her head, and a pair of black leggings that faded to purple. Over those, she wore some white shorts. "Oh, this is my roommate, Blake," Yang told me, gesturing at the girl. "Blake, Coco."
"What's up?" I asked.
"Not much," Blake answered, not taking her eyes off her book. "You the same Coco Yang always talks about?"
"I heard that!" Yang called from the bathroom.
"I…Maybe?" I answered, blushing. Yang talks about me a lot? Why?
"Ignore her, Coco," Yang told me, exiting the bathroom. "You should hear her talking about this guy named Sun Wukong."
"I do not talk about him a lot!" Blake protested, glaring.
"That's because you don't talk, hun. But when you do, it's about him," Yang smirked. As Blake began blushing furiously, Yang made her way to the door. She was now dressed in black short shorts with a belt attached to an asymmetrical white back skirt, with a tan vest over what I figured must have been a yellow crop top. The outfit exposed her flat stomach, and I had to force myself not to stare. On her feet, she wore knee-high brown platform boots made of leather, with different length orange socks. "Come on, let's go," she told me, opening the door. "So, anything in particular you wanted to do?"
"You have to wake up early tomorrow? We could go for a drink," I suggested.
"Sure. I know a club where I can get free drinks not too far from here."
"Ummm…why do you get free drinks?" I asked.
"That, my friend, is a story for another time," Yang answered, laughing a little. "Let's just say no one in there will give you trouble as long as you're with me." I frowned, but I could tell she wasn't going to elaborate.
The walk to the club took about ten minutes, and was uneventful. When we got there, I could tell it was my kind of place. I could hear the music blaring from down the street, and disco lights flashed through the windows. Yang entered first, with me following close behind. As soon as the bartender saw the blonde, an expression of fear crossed his face and he straightened his tie, obviously trying to look professional. I raised an eyebrow at Yang, who gave me a look that said I'll explain some other time.
"I'll start with a strawberry sunrise, no ice," she told the bartender as she approached, shouting to be heard over the music. "What do you want, Coco?"
"Rum and Coke, please." Yang looked at me strangely. "What?" I asked.
"Didn't figure you'd start so strong," she explained.
"Blondie!" someone exclaimed. I turned to see a tall, well-dressed man approaching. He wore a black vest over a white dress shirt with a red tie. He had grey eyes, short black hair and a black moustache and beard. "Everything…okay for you?" Despite seeming like an intimidating man, he sounded somewhat nervous.
"Yes, Junior. Everything's fine. Why do you ask?" Yang replied.
"I like making sure my patrons are satisfied," Junior answered. "I'll leave you to it," he added, walking off.
"You gonna explain why he sounded nervous?" I asked.
"Him and his staff are afraid of me," Yang explained. "He tried to hit on me the first time I came in here, which I found slightly creepy, given he's about twice my age. So I punched him. Now they give me free drinks whenever I want."
"I take it he owns the club?"
"Yeah. I think the reason he didn't ban me is because I bring people fairly often and they end up coming without me at some point and actually paying, so it's better for business." I must have had a weird look on my face, because Yang suddenly clarified, "I don't mean on dates or anything, I'm not like that. I just party a lot." I breathed a mental sigh of relief. I didn't want Yang turning out to be the sort of person to bounce around. That would be bad for me. Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to see a guy in his mid-twenties, obviously drunk.
"Buy you a drink?" he asked me, words slurring. The stench of alcohol on his breath wafted towards me.
"You can learn how to hold your liquor," I replied. "Also, run along before I stab you in the eye with my shoe." I was wearing my favourite high heels, so I knew that would work if things got ugly. The guy blinked, then hobbled off, unstable on his feet.
"That has got to be the best rejection I've ever heard," Yang laughed from beside me.
"The bare minimum to be allowed to buy me a drink is that you're sober when you ask."
"I'll bear that in mind," Yang said with a wink. Wait, why's she winking at me? I wondered. For the next couple of hours, Yang and I just sat at the bar, talking and drinking. I found that she could hold her liquor at least as well as I could, which was impressive. I'm not exactly a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. After a while, I began to get bored.
"Wanna head back?" I asked. Yang shrugged, and we headed towards the door. Surprisingly, she was perfectly steady on her feet. We got pack to Beacon shortly thereafter, and I was annoyed that we had to part again. "See you tomorrow," I said, trying to hide the trace of disappointment in my voice.
"Bye, Coco," the blonde replied, blowing me a kiss. I was momentarily taken aback. She's just being a flirt, right? That can't mean anything. Can it? Isn't she like that with everyone?
These thoughts and more spiralled through my mind as I headed up to my room. Velvet was nowhere to be found, so I decided to go to bed. My last thought before being overcome by sleep was does Yang like me?
A/N: Two in one day. I'm on a roll here. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. I'm gonna say something in regards to updates: they've only been frequent so far because I haven't had any schoolwork to take precedence, but that could change, so don't be surprised if there aren't any new chapters for days at a time. So, was Yang just being a flirt, or does she like Coco? I'll let you lot think about that. What else? Oh, I should probably point out that Beacon is in Washington, DC. Don't ask me why, it just is. The tournament will probably be a full chapter on its own, but it may take up some of the one after it as well. Gonna be another familiar face popping up there, too. De qui est-ce que vous pensez que je parle? French is only my second language, so that may not have been entirely correct. Also, from what I understand, French isn't spoken properly here in Quebec. Anyway, me speaking French for that question wasn't a hint. I just felt like doing it. Or maybe it was a hint, who knows (aside from me, obviously)? Well, that wraps it up, so leave a review and follow/favourite if you enjoyed. Thanks for reading.