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Eric awoke the next day to find that he was somewhere that he didn't recognise. For one, it sure as hell wasn't the hospital, and it definitely wasn't his dorm room. As he tried to move, he realized that he couldn't, because something was laying on him. He opened his eyes slightly to see dim, orange sunlight trying to creep through some very red curtains, only managing to shine through a small gap at the bottom. On the opposite side of the room to him was what looked like a bar, with an assortment of drinks lined up perfectly on the wall, and a few messily strewn across the bar table. In between the bed and the bar was a crimson couch, covered in what he could guess to only be his clothes, as well as whoever he was with. Attempting to rub his eyes, he tried to recall what had happened the night before. His mind filled only with pictures of drinks, two naked girls, more drinks, body shots, sex, and a bed.

"Go me." he muttered sarcastically. He looked to his left to see a young woman lying next to him. Her face had streaks of red running down it, but it didn't look as though she had been crying, but more like smudged make-up. What wasn't covered by make-up however, seemed extremely pale. Her hair was slightly ruffled, but still kept it's original form.

"Shit son. You scored." He looked to his right and noticed that there was another girl there who looked almost exactly like the other one.

"The hell?" He quickly looked back over to the first girl, then back to the second girl. "Twins? Wow. You scored really well." He attempted to get up again, only to be stopped as the first girl moved herself so that she was laying on him. "Oh come on. I'm probably meant to be at the friggin hospital." Her eyes fluttered slightly, then her head moved so that her shin was resting on his chest, her eyes gazing at his.

"Morning." He waved with the hand she'd been laying on, the feeling now returning to it. She stared at him for a few minutes before peering under the covers, smirking slightly, then laying back down on his chest. As she laid down the other girl began to wake, her arms moving before anything else.

"Oh good god! Please do not move your hand, you will crush me!" She slowly opened her eyes, trying to comprehend what this random man in her bed was saying. Eventually, she understood what he said and put on a devilish grin. Slowly, she took ahold of his manhood and started to grip tightly on it. "Why?! What did I do?!" Her grin widened, and she relished in the fearful look he had on his face before getting out of the bed. She stood there for a few minutes, stretching out the kinks in her bones. A plethora of clicks and cracks racked her body as she bent bones in ways that they weren't intended to. While she was doing this, he took the time to closely examine her naked body. A few scars ran across her pale skin, but apart from them, her body was perfect. Her small, perky breasts stood out against her otherwise flat front, and her small, but toned ass stood out well enough.

"Morning sis." Eric looked to see that the red girl had woken up as well, and had also proceeded to do some morning stretches. Slowly sitting up, Eric rolled his shoulders from where the girls had been sleeping on him before yawning and getting out of bed.

"Ooh I can see why we took him. You seen him sis? He's hung." The blue twin applauded.

"I remember perfectly well Melanie, I really do." Eric looked down to see he was completely naked. He went to cover up when he realised they were already dressed.

"leave whenever." Melanie stated. "We have a job to get to, so whatever." With that, both girls left him in their room. Looking around, Eric quickly found his clothes and proceeded to dress himself. He pulled out his scroll and saw that he had a message from both Pyrrha and Weiss. He looked at Weiss's message first, a smile breaking onto his face as he read that Yang had woken, but was still bed ridden. He read Pyrrha's message, and decided that he needed to head for Beacon instead of returning to the hospital. He took a bottle of what he assumed to be alcohol, took a quick swig and grimaced at the burning sensation at the back of his throat. He looked at the bottle, which read 'Tequila'.

"Great." Putting the bottle back down, he began retracing the steps he took, waving goodbye to the girls as he walked out the club's doors. He squinted as the dim sunlight blinded him, covering his eye's with a hand. He looked at his scroll and found the time. "Man, 11:45? I'm so dead. No, wait, I'm still meant to be in hospital. I'm not dead!" He shouted into the street.

"You will be in a minute if you don't shut the fuck up." A bottle flew out of a nearby alleyway. Dodging it, he began to make his way towards the academy, reminding himself to buy himself a new bike when he got the chance.

After an hours walk, he found himself just outside the academy grounds. For no particular reason, he started to walk towards the academy garage.

"You know they're both broke. Why are you looking?" He asked himself. He carried on, crouching under the partially opened gate into the garage. When he looked inside, he couldn't believe his eyes. There he found his bike, fully restored. on top of the bike was a note saying "You owe us. & ."

"Oh thank you so much." Eric nearly ended up praying to the note that his bike was restored when he turned it over. It said "We are not particular of your blonde friend. However, we did have the parts of her bike brought here." He looked on the other side of the bike to see that there was a small trailer of parts that made up Bumblebee. "Alright then Eric!" He thought to himself. "New goal. Have her bike fixed before she gets home." With that he quickly pulled out his scroll and messaged Weiss, asking her how long until Yang would be out of hospital.

"3 days." She replied. He quickly gave his bike an affectionate hug before leaving the garage and making his way to the main doors of the academy. As he entered, the wind was knocked out of him as someone dashed into his side. Shooting across the floor from the impact, he rolled multiple times before coming to a halt. Clutching his barely healed ribs, he looked up to see Ruby, teary-eyed.

"Ruby, I'm-" He was cut off as she sprinted out the doors, covering him with petals. He got up, dusting himself off before wondering what exactly Ruby had done. He started walking towards the dorms, hoping that Blake would be there so they could talk. As he made his way there, he ran into Jaune and Pyrrha, who, after a minute of awkward silence, began to speak.

"Hey." Jaune murmured, still trying to figure out what happened.

"Hi, I suppose." Eric replied. "Do ,er- do you guys know what just happened with Ruby?"

"Did you not see?" Pyrrha asked, her gaze constantly glued to the floor.

"No, I just got released from hospital."

"Oh yeah. I forgot you've been stuck in there. Well done." Jaune added.

"Thanks."

"What's it like?" He said awkwardly, trying to make small talk.

"Absolute balls. The beds are stiff and uncomfortable, and the food taste like ass. Really bad ass."

"So, like, the opposite of Pyrrha's?" He grinned, seemingly brimming with sudden confidence. Pyrrha turned a shade darker than her own hair, making it difficult to tell where she ended and her hair started.

"Yeah. Imagine something the complete opposite of that, then imagine trying to eat it."

"I couldn't do that to Pyrrha! Her ass is just so...perf-"

"Can we please stop talking about my behind?!" She shouted, slapping both boys across the head, before instantly apologising. After reassuring her that they were both okay, they apologised to her and went their separate ways. When he got to his dorm, he went to knock on the door when he heard sobbing. Not wanting to believe that Blake was crying, he slowly opened the door, trying to make as little noise as possible while doing it. The door closed behind him with an almost inaudible click, and what he saw was beautiful and shocking at the same time.