Now you all can meet Mavis, who will never ever show up again. Writing Yang is fun though.
Yang nodded her head to the beat of the music that was being blasted. She was far too accustomed to the atmosphere of this club by now to be bothered by it. She wondered if maybe she was frequenting here more often than she should. That thought was quickly chased away when she finally found who she was looking for.
Mavis, the one guy in this place who ever had anything useful. Yang had even heard him talking about Uncle Qrow once, and that man was the epitome of secrecy.
He wasn't anything recognizable from a distance, with plain brown hair that extended down his neck. He had a familiar dark blue scarf wrapped loosely around his neck and shoulders. Besides for that, he was wearing a sweater and a pair of sweatpants. He didn't fit into the bar setting, but the moment you put him out on the street, he could blend into the crowd like no other.
Yang plopped down unceremoniously at the seat beside Mavis's, greeting him with a wave. "Hey."
"So," Mavis said, eyeing her with a smirk. "what are you looking for now?"
"Same thing as always." Yang sighed, leaning forward. "Anything on Raven Branwen?"
"If you consider air something, then yeah." Mavis gave an empty laugh. "That woman hasn't been in these parts for years. I don't think she's coming back anytime soon."
"Of course." Yang muttered, sure that Mavis could barely hear her over the pulsing sound. "But not like I can go that far when I'm still at Signal. Maybe Beacon will make this easier."
"Beacon?" Mavis scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. "That place is stuck tighter than the counsel's headquarters. You can have fun getting information from that place because I have learned my lesson about dealing with them."
Yang slammed her head against the table, groaning. "This can't be easy, can it?"
"For someone like Raven? It never is." Mavis nodded sagely, and Yang knew he was right. There wasn't a chance of Raven ever coming back by this point. Yang could keep looking- a task she thought was going to be easier if she got into Beacon. That was a dream crushed.
"Hey." Mavis said, nudging her arm. Yang rose her head to stare at him. "There's a guy that's been checking you out- black jacket and an undercut- he'll probably make a move when you get up."
Yang rolled her eyes, checking to make sure that her gauntlets were fully loaded. They were; she looked back to Mavis with a grin. "I would get out of here before I start setting stuff on fire."
"Can do." Mavis bid her goodbye with a nod, easily slipping through the crowd. Yang couldn't see where he went, but she trusted that he was already long gone.
Yang stood up, adjusting her jacket.
She was itching for a real fight anyways.
The real question, how did Yang get in there?