A/N: Slight canon, but highly unlikely. Can't all be serious about love can we? Also based on dashingicecream doodle long ago.
Sometimes love requires a little jealousy and alcohol. And kittens.
What is Love?
Moment VII: With Liquid Courage
She didn't know how she ended up in this situation. The dance hall now turned into a chaotic light show with loud music, sweaty bodies, alcohol in the air. It's probably not sanitary, she can't comprehend why everyone was having a lot of fun.
Okay...maybe it's because It's one of the rare nights that several teams wanted to break the rules at Beacon Academy. Surprisingly, Ozpin and Glynda decided to turn blind eye. Much like they had with the food fight incident that devastated the cafeteria a few months back. Yet they placed several certified Hunters and Huntresses nearby just in case things get too out of hand. Probably.
Even if the Headmaster allowed it for the time being, it doesn't mean it didn't feel wrong that Weiss Schnee could be:
1. Breaking the rules by drinking underage.
2. Possibly ruining her reputation by acting out of sorts.
And why was she still sober? But... technically why was that even a problem?
Weiss Schnee should definitely not have a problem with being one of the few people in Beacon that is sober as of right now.
Yang had complimented that Weiss was stubborn for the right reasons and maybe she was. She won't stoop down to that level. She's not a degenerate. She hold herself as purveyor of rules and regulations. It's part of the Schnee grooming tactic. Weiss knew she can't really outgrow it that easily after spending a semester or two with Team RWBY. And especially not now.
"But what about Ruby? She's not drinking anything, and I don't see you handing her a bottle." Weiss scoffed. "So I don't have to do it."
"I just offered. I'm not making you do a ritual over it Weiss." The blonde shrugged, while holding one bottle of alcohol in her hand, "And I don't expect anything from Ruby. She's my baby sister, her liquid consumption is 90% milk and 10% water anyways."
Yang grinned, and gave Weiss a small wink, "But you're not my baby sister, so it's different."
That's the most convoluted logic that Weiss had ever heard.
"W-well what about Blake?" Weiss bristled at once, crossing her arms while she did. "I honestly can't see Blake drinking with the rest of these degenerates." She eyed the bottle in Yang's hand.
Yang gasped in mock offense, "Definitely not a degenerate, Weiss-y. And speaking of Blake-y… 'Yang...I'm a Ex-White Fang Captain, I don't necessarily listen to rules by nature. Drinking age being one of them.' " She effortlessly mimicked Blake's ever so nonchalant tone. " 'But I'll stop for Weiss because, I only ever listen to pretty Schnees.' "
"Blake didn't say that last part…" Weiss growled with her jaw clenched tightly.
The blonde relented her signature grin, so sunny it was threatening to blind the Heiress, "Anyways...she's over there drinking with Velvet at the table over there. And it looks to me that they are getting ever so cozy."
"Hey guys!" Ruby chimed in coming from behind Weiss and Yang who were too busy staring at the table that the two Faunus were occupying. "What'cha looking at?"
"Ruby, we are witnessing the lonely gay missing her 'Destined' (1) as she is occupied with another potential rival." Yang whispered, while casually drinking from the bottle. "Do you see that scowl of hers? She's in her natural state of being."
Weiss looked up and glared at Yang, who was too busy snickering, "I can hear you, you know."
"Don't they look cozy Ruby? It's rare that Blake seeks contact with people." The blonde looked to her sister for support.
"Well...I mean Velvet's friendly, nice, and really pretty."
She winced under the Schnee Death Glare Version V, but continued on, "And Blake's...sometimes friendly, and nice. And she's pretty too…" Ruby, as young as she was, was quite dubious to know that she was playing into Yang's little verbal trap and also playing into Weiss's slight jealousies about Velvet who appeared to be having more than just conversation with Blake. Or it was just all in the Heiress's head.
"And besides Sun, they are the only Faunus girls that have regular contact...so Velvet and Blake get attention that no one else can give them. It's kinda cute."
"I won't be surprised if we don't see Blake in our dorm room later." Yang smirked and backed away from Weiss's impending strangle reach. "I think the lonely gay has to be careful or you know Black Velvet might actually become a thing."
Ruby blinked in confusion, "Black Velvet? What's that? A cake? Sounds gross."
"Sounds gross to Weiss too!" Yang waved her hand in dismissal, "But don't worry about it - Oh! Look!"
The trio watched in rapt attention, as Velvet stood up gave Blake a sultry wave and sauntered off toward...someplace else in the dance floor. The black-haired Faunus in question, leaned back in her seat and smirked at the action, but chose not to follow her.
Weiss in her ever small bravado of pride, decided to hell with it, her sober half probably won't have it in her to walk up to Blake and talk to her just as casually as Velvet can. To hell with it.
"Yang, can you get me Cola?"
"You know Cola?"
Weiss glared and looked away from Yang and back to Blake who was sipping from her bottle casually, "My father has his vices and I have mine, get me the Cola!"
"Like the soda right?" Yang shook her head and led her sister away from the scowling gay, "No, definitely not that kind of Cola. And let's get you some milk and some cookies from Ren and Pyrrha over there."
"Oh cool!"
Weiss definitely underestimated what she was able to handle. Who knew that a little bit of alcohol was all that it took to keep her moderately inebriated. She knew walking in her heels would be a troublesome feat...or actually, she wasn't quite sure if she was standing, swaying or sitting, so the heels wouldn't have mattered any more.
The last thing she vaguely remembered was that she felt bile rise to her mouth, and then she threw up. And then...now here she was in the bathroom. Sitting. And somehow she is nursing the mouth wash bottle to her chest.
The slight wetness in her cheeks, brought out the slight sobriety in her. She was crying.
Over what exactly? She didn't really remember much, after her what? Maybe 3 glasses of Cola? Maybe a little bit over 3 shots of Tequila?
And then she covered her face with her hands and choked back a sob.
Was she talking to Blake?
What did she say?
Did she absolutely make a fool out of herself?
She sat there, and muttered over the what-ifs of her possible interaction with her crush. She was mournfully swearing that she'll never drink again, but maybe once more after she's sober again, just so she can forget everything else she probably did before she ended up in the bathroom.
Probably, after all, she proved that she was relatively weak against alcohol.
The door opened, and just as her luck would have it...it was Blake.
She had a giddy smile on her face, completely out of character than her usual aloof behavior. The slight blush that was stained on her cheeks, no doubt came from several bottles of alcohol that she shared with Velvet. The thought was enough for Weiss to be close to tears yet again.
"Hey Weiss-sh." She slurred slightly, "I back."
"Hic- back from where?" Weiss asked, her eyes blinking back tears and in confusion. So Blake helped her to the nearest bathroom, and helped her cleaned up...That's must've happened while she was trying to get her bearings. She rubbed her eyes to focus on whatever Blake was holding in her hands.
"You told me to get you-sh a sh-weater…" Blake said plainly with genuine concern, while holding up said purple sweater, "You ish cold...I got you mine."
Weiss smiled despite herself. Here in front of her was Blake with a silly smile on her face, who was probably so proud of herself that she managed to find a sweater for her. She still handed Weiss the sweater gingerly, and Weiss noticed the weight was different than a regular piece of cloth, but paid no immediate heed.
But the sweater in question, looked like it was wriggling. Or maybe it was her double vision that was playing tricks on her mind.
"Why is - hic - it moving?"
Blake cocked her head to the side, the hidden cat ears behind her bow swiveled slightly.
"Dun know."
Weiss pressed the material to her face, and blushed. It smelled deeply of Blake's scent, of library books and of early spring air. Heavenly. And the material was so soft to the touch.
But as she was brushing the material against her face, she felt a small wetness against her cheek. She yelped and stared back at the head hold of the sweater to find a small black tuxedo kitten, blinking back at her. It let out a tin mew, and Weiss squealed in delight.
When blue eyes met Blake's amber ones, who gave her an embarrassed smile, "You like kittens. I got kitten."
"And how did you catch this cutie?" Weiss asked, finally smiling for the first time that night, as she tickled the underside of the kitty's chin, who let out the cutest and smallest of purrs.
Blake scratched her head and blinked blankly at Weiss, "Dun remember." She gingerly sat beside Weiss to lean against the wall. She looked down to the smaller kitty in question, who gave her a curious boop on the nose with it's white paw. Blake sneezed and poked the kitty back in retaliation.
Weiss giggled, "I think he likes you."
And the pair sat like that for who knows how long, taking turns petting the kitten who was exploiting every moment of tender affection. Blake and Weiss scooted closer to each other so that they were leaning on each other with smiles on their faces. There's still the subtle bump of the bass from the music somewhere downstairs, cheers and whoops from the party-goers, the slight scent of mint mouthwash in the air, but the warmth Blake felt while sitting next to Weiss, is nothing short of heavenly.
"I like you."
The Heiress who was partly already falling asleep didn't hear a word of it. Even the small kitten himself was snoozing against her chest. The slowly sobering Faunus decided that moving was a bad idea. Not like she can walk anyway, much less carry the Heiress to her bed.
It's okay, she can sleep like this, next to a warm Weiss and next to the little kitten that she cat-whispered to be her wingman. All she needed was a little liquid courage to admit it. Now she can't wait to tell it to her when the Faunus was ready.
Based on tumblr post: "I threw up at a party and I was crying in the bathroom and a girl went up stairs to get me a shirt and came back with a sweater and a kitten."
(1). Destined - Preferable than using 'soul mate' or 'mate' in general. Picked this idea up from InsomniacKid.
A/N: Thought this was funny to see from dashingicecream and then to write out semi-drunk Weiss is something I always wanted to do. I see Weiss as a mix of an angry drunk and a crying drunk. As for Yang, she's the flirty drunk, Blake is a confused drunk. Ruby, well that remains to be seen.
Anyways, thank for your continued support! I'll do my best to incorporate the real title to the story chapters. Couldn't resist having a little fun with it.
Any questions, concerns, feelings, thoughts, issues, let me know!
-Okaami-chin