Yang was not known for her patience. During her time in Team RWBY, Weiss had seen plenty of instances where the blonde brawler erupted in frustration, most recently caused by the shocking betrayal when her favorite hairbrush came away with a single hair in its coarse bristles. The dorm had smelled like smoke for a week after that confrontation. Knowing that her teammate seemed to require a steady stream of stimulation, Weiss was not surprised when the initial plan of having her listen to all of the Achieve Men's albums fell through.

"Alright, that should do it," Yang said, audible even over the song Weiss was listening to. "What do you think?"

Weiss paused the music and took the ear buds out before handing the scroll back to its owner. She felt the embarrassing tide of fangirl-ish glee creep up her throat. Honestly, how could anyone expect her to answer that question without jumping on a table in excitement? She absolutely adored the genius synthpop goodness that the Achieve Men were able to produce with both enviable talent and low production times. Despite her very being pumping with burning love, she managed a tone of casual interest and said, "It's not bad."

"Yes! That's what I like to hear!" Yang pumped a fist into the air. Weiss chuckled at the blonde's antics. "Oh man, and just wait; soon we'll be seeing them live! And if you thought the studio stuff wasn't bad, wait till you see the good stuff! Like, imagine them, there are the six guys, who," she added in a conspiratorial whisper, "only go by their stage names, and not only do they do the songs, but they also put on a show! They're like an improv group!" Yang scratched her chin and lowered her voice, "Though I think Geoff might just be drunk. Miccus and Vav usually put on a good act."

Weiss scrunched her nose. "Is there going to be drinking at the venue?"

Yang waved a hand as if to brush the heiress's concerns aside. "Yeah, there's probably gonna be some beer there. But we probably won't get to see any funny drunks with these seats." She leaned forward and winked. "Or were you just asking because you wanted to get some yourself?"

"Of course not! Like I would waste my money on some overpriced beer at a concert!"

"Yeah, you got a point about it being overpriced." Yang leaned back in her chair. "Guess we'll just have to get it after the concert," she quickly said into her cup.

"Did you say something?"

"Nah."

Blake didn't like the way her day was becoming a blur. It was hot, everyone was talking a mile a minute, her arms were slowly becoming unattached because of all of the pulling, and she still didn't know who had killed who in the delicious mystery novel she had been torn away from. The suspense was eating a hole in her gut, while Ruby was filling the hole in her gut with a sundae. Where did she get that sundae? Why did the redhead look so pleased with herself? Why was Sun peeking over a ledge? Why did he and Ruby just share a fist bump?

"Those cops will never find us now."

"Yeah. Smart plan throwing the banana peel," Ruby said.

"Thanks. I thought it was pretty ingenious, if I say so myself," Sun said with a large grin.

Cops? Blake blinked, realizing that the trio was on a roof. Probably in Vale, but she wasn't sure if she would be surprised if they were in Mistral or Vacuo. After all, what was the difference between the cities? They all protected people from Grimm, right? Any sort of changes in architecture were probably minute and pointless, unless if the cities were just trying to show how different they were from each other from a cultural standpoint. Then the words her "friends" said sunk in, and the gears in her head finally clicked. "Wait, did you say the cops were after us?"

Sun and Ruby shared a look between themselves before focusing on Blake. Ruby said, "Yeah, you were there." Her eyes sharpened with worry, and she added, "Are you feeling okay?"

"Gah, no." Blake rubbed her temples before covering her face with her hands. "This whole day could have been so much better. I just want to wake up and see that this has all been a dream and that I still have money in my wallet."

"Hey," Sun said, "when you hang out with me, you don't spend any money. That's why the cops were after us."

Blake let out a loud groan, but it was almost blocked out by the sound of a police siren coming closer. She didn't want to move. Honestly, if the trio had conducted petty theft, then they would probably only get a fine. But then they ran, which would tack on more money. But if she didn't pay for anything, then she would be able to pay off whatever the new sum was. She just didn't want to move.

Ruby cocked her head, her silver eyes widening by just a fraction. "Do you think that's for us?"

Sun smirked. "Probably. Time to go!"

Blake was content to stay, but Ruby wrapped an arm around her waist and activated her semblance. As they sped away, Blake felt their fines climb higher.

The sun was setting when Weiss and Yang left the café, both of them wearing matching smiles. Their conversation had drifted from the Achieve Men to other topics, like their respective childhoods. Weiss had preferred to keep Yang talking while they were on the subject, as she didn't want to bring her own past to bear, just in case she ended up activating Yang's need to be the supportive and loving big sister. Besides, it was much more fun to hear about how the two sisters spent their lives on Patch. She made a mental note to ask Ruby about the time she almost crushed the neighbor's car by cutting down a tree.

However, she did feel slightly guilty for not providing as many stories as Yang did. Perhaps she could make up the difference another time. Those sorts of thoughts had no place on a nice day like the one she was having. They had already taken up enough of her life.

"Hey, what're you thinking about?" Yang asked.

Weiss looked at the sidewalk and, after a moment, said, "Nothing."

The word came out laced with bitterness. The heiress winced and was about to apologize, but when she looked at Yang, she was met with her same, easy smile. Either Yang didn't notice or, more likely, the word just bounced off her.

"If you say so, princess. Anyway, are you excited about finally getting to the concert? It's gonna be so great!" Yang clenched her fists and Weiss had to push herself to keep up with the blonde's energetic strides. She didn't quite understand why they left the motorcycle in the parking garage. Wouldn't it be easier to drive there? It would certainly beat walking in the heat.

"I'd be more excited if you slowed down! We already have the tickets and the show isn't going to start for two more hours, and that's not including the opening acts that will probably be there." Weiss bit her tongue and felt her face redden. She wasn't supposed to know about opening acts. She was supposed to be the uptight girl who never spent nights glued to a screen watching entire Achieve Men concerts online.

If Yang heard the blunder, she didn't show it. "Yeah, but I just want to be there already!"

"If you're that eager, we could've gone on your motorcycle."

Yang raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever tried driving out of a concert? It's slow and boring. And there's always that one guy that tries cutting ahead just because he has a big truck to compensate for his little di—"

A police cruiser that was driving next to them suddenly turned on its sirens and sped away. The two teammates watched it go, the sirens soon fading into the distance. "Good thing they're not heading the same way as we are."

"They will be once we get there," Yang said with a wide smile.

Weiss rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide from the blonde's enthusiasm. Though she would prefer that the cops didn't come to the concert because of them, at that moment, if Yang did something to warrant that sort of attention, like being an awful nuisance to other concertgoers, Weiss was not entirely sure that she could resist herself from joining her teammate in her revelry. Or she would at least pay the bail.