Ruby sat atop her floating bunk, brooding silently. She'd been frustrated by failure in their search, and it was so annoying. She'd wanted to impress Jet, to show him that even though he was leagues away from her in terms of how powerful he was, she could still help him in some ways.

She felt someone jump up onto the bed with her, and rolled over to see Yang's cheery face, though it fell slightly once she saw her grimace.

"What's gotten you down, sis?" Yang asked, tossing something across the room onto Blake's bed. "I wasn't going to miss!" she retorted at a hiss from the faunus.

"It's nothing, just wanted to seem more helpful, that's all." Ruby replied.

"To hell with that." Yang said almost immediately. "Ruby, you're a major part of his plan. Heck, you are the source of his power, if you two told us the truth."

"It just doesn't feel right." Ruby commented. "My role is to stay alive, to not take any risks, rather than actually helping people. It feels like he's off leading the charge, and I'm the one stuck eating his dust. I just don't feel noticed as much as before."

"Well, here's your chance." Blake said from her left, and Yang caught something black that had been thrown. A closer look revealed it was Blake's scroll. Yang read the message aloud.

"Hey, this is from Lilac, so sorry, I forgot to swap scroll idents with you, Jet's proposing a night at Junior's bar tonight. All of us are going and we figured why not invite you too? We're expecting our enemy to make their move in about five days, according to Izzet's foresight, so I'm sure this won't affect our combat potential. Cheers, Lilac."

Ruby was stunned. After the seriousness of before, now he was asking them to a night of partying?

"There you go." Yang said with a cheeky wink. "This might open him up a little."

"But I'm not even old enough to drink." Ruby whined. "And neither is Jet."

"I think I can get Junior to turn a blind eye. And do you really think age can stop Jet if he wants to have a drink?" Yang asked. "Besides, you could talk to him when his guard is down and get some more information that you want."

Ruby sighed after Yang got off her bed. Could he be any more confusing?

As Ruby entered through the front doors of the lit up doorway, she felt eyes on her coming from multiple directions. Recognising some of the thugs she met before Beacon, their suits and orange glasses clearly marking them against the guests, she gave an awkward wave, before searching for Jet. She located Nouvelle and Lilac at the bar, but Jet and Izzet were nowhere to be seen.

Slightly irritated, she felt herself being pushed down to the dance floor area by Yang. She gave a very Jet-like hiss, and heard a short chuckle from Yang as she pointed to a large table on the opposite side of the dance floor. Jet was there, seemingly having a staring contest with Izzet, though Ruby knew he was most likely having a silent conversation with her.

As she approached, Jet suddenly broke out in laughter, and Izzet covered her mouth, hiding an otherwise obvious smile. A blush rushed to Ruby's face, originally thinking he was laughing at her, until he said aloud "Surely you're kidding, Izzet!"

The telepath shook her head, and punched her own open palm, before making a strangling motion and rolling her eyes with a disturbing instant where her eyes were pure white. Jet's laughter grew harder, drawing a few stares from other patrons before he calmed down, and Ruby felt it safe to approach him.

"Oh, hi Ruby." Jet said breathlessly, before twitching as another giggle overtook him.

'I was telling him about one of the more… funny stories that I had to share.' Izzet explained as Yang sat opposite her, with Ruby sitting next to Jet. She saw the tears in his eyes, though they were tears of laughter. She rubbed his back, not sure what to do, though smiling all the same as Jet put his arm around her reassuringly.

"I'm fine, it's okay." Jet said, before letting go of her and clasping his hands on the table. In the background, Ruby could hear a jazzy number being played, with several people already dancing. A moment later, Lilac, Nouvelle and Blake returned with the drinks. Yang and Blake seemed to be having beers, along with Nouvelle and Izzet. Lilac was having wine, and Yang handed her a glass of cherry soda.

"Here's yours, Jet!" Yang yelled over the disco, which was starting to pick up. She handed Jet another cherry soda, which he sipped, before turning and grinning at Ruby.

'I asked them to slip a little Bacardi in there.' Jet said, using his own telepathy to communicate with Ruby. A jab of jealousy pricked her emotions, and she looked over at Yang to see her trying to cover her grin. 'In my defence,' Jet continued quickly, attracting her gaze, 'it's not that strong.'

'Still… that's alcoholic, right?' Ruby thought back. She reached over for Jet's glass, but he put a hand on hers, before turning to Izzet and giving her a wink. She then turned to Yang and Blake, before attracting their attention. He then slid his glass into her hand with a grin. She returned it before taking a sip. He'd planned this.

The fizzy taste of the cherry was still there, and for a moment, Ruby wondered if Jet was bluffing. Then, a strange aftertaste hit her buds, light but noticeable. It was a nice offset to the soda, and she gave a grudging smile as he quickly took the glass back. She'd once snuck a sip of Yang's beer, only to gag enough for her big sister to notice. But this was nice.

The crowd on the dance floor was getting larger, and Ruby wished she had Jet's telepathy to attract Yang's attention. She was chatting merrily to Nouvelle, seemingly oblivious to the growing volume of the music, and Ruby nudged Jet before pointing to Yang. Her love nodded, then sent a telepathic message to Yang, who turned.

"WHAT ARE WE HAVING FOR FOOD?!" Ruby yelled in her loudest voice possible, but Yang merely put a hand to her ear and cupped it, indicating she couldn't hear her. She turned back to Jet, who nodded, and stared at Yang. She locked eyes with Jet, before returning to her inaudible conversation with Nouvelle.

"YANG SAYS GET IT FROM THE BAR, HER TREAT!" Jet shouted over the music, clearly forgetting his telepathy for a second. "COME WITH ME, I'VE GOTTEN EVERYONE'S ORDERS!"

Wondering how on Remnant he'd communicated with all five of their companions, Ruby nodded and stood up, excusing herself with Jet. Reaching the bar area, they were relieved to hear that the music was only loud down on the disco floor. Jet took a seat at the bar, and Ruby moved to sit next to him, when she felt a hand pat her shoulder.

Turning, she saw one of the suited bouncers. He was wearing a stern expression, though he honestly looked the same as any other goon.

"Hey, you remember me?" the man growled. Ruby's heart skipped a beat. This guy was-

"You're that guy who tried to rob me!" Ruby exclaimed. She reached for her scythe, but the man held his hands up.

"Easy there, I'm not going to try again. In fact, I wanna thank you." the goon said quickly. At Ruby's raised eyebrow, he continued. "Thanks to you, I stopped working for Torchwick, and wasn't arrested with him."

"You're welcome… I guess?" Ruby said awkwardly, not knowing what to make of this guy. He glanced at Jet behind her.

"He your man?" he asked.

"Yep." Ruby answered without thinking.

"I saw how nervous you are, don't try and hide it." the man said. "Here's a gift, use it when you want some courage. It doesn't taste of anything."

Ruby saw him pull a small bottle of clear liquid and hand it to her, before walking off. Ruby looked at the bottle in her hand suspiciously, then put it in her pocket. A tap on her shoulder from Jet meant he'd made his orders, and they walked down, her mind buzzing. What was the stuff she'd just got?

She stopped, and waited for Jet to turn away, before she uncorked the little bottle and gave it an experimental sniff. It smelled strongly of alcohol, and she instantly tossed the stuff in the bin. Even as she did so, a crazy idea began to form in her mind.

One that would get Jet's attention, and maybe even…

She smiled to herself.

Jet reached back for Ruby's hand and took her back through the crowd on the dance floor. He had sensed that guy behind him talking to Ruby. Ruby had been in-between them though, so he hadn't seen what had happened. He had felt Ruby toss something though, possibly in a bin or other orifice. What had it been?

Jet reached the table after shoulder barging a large man out of his way, his powers fuelling his muscles. Reaching the table, Ruby took her seat next to him as he sat down.

The noise was deafening now. It sounded like a cacophony of loud bangs and strums of a guitar, coupled with the occasional voice that would pierce his eardrums like a needle roughly jabbed into leather. The lights were changing too. Stars swept across the room of varying sizes and colours, all a metropolis of seizure-inducing flashes and beams.

He barely heard Lilac yelling that the food had arrived until it was put in front of him. He'd ordered a burger and chips, and judging by the similar food that was in front of the rest, he assumed everyone else had ordered something similar.

He could feel a burgeoning pain in his forehead as he took his first bite of the grease-soaked burger. Working his jaw to tear up the meat within his mouth, he was blinded by a sweeping light that caused him to pre-emptively swallow. Making sure he didn't choke, he continued to slowly eat, undisturbed. It seemed that Ruby and everyone else was having their own conversation.

Hold up. Jet suddenly realised that Weiss was missing. He looked around, and now made the connection. Weiss hadn't come. What a shame. Jet tucked into his fries as he wondered why Weiss would miss out. There again, she probably wasn't a fan of this kind of thing. He could admit to himself; it wasn't his cup of tea either.

The pain in his head was increasing. Figuring that it was because of the ridiculously loud music, he excused himself from the table with a gesture, and headed for the exit.

Jet immediately moved past a couple smoking by the entrance, and immediately ducked into an alleyway. There, he leant against the wall and massaged his pounding head. Here, away from the noise and the partial darkness, he hoped his pain would die down after a period of time.

A minute passed. Two. An old lady walked past him. Three minutes. Five.

The pain wasn't stopping. In fact, it was getting worse.

Jet summoned his flames, immediately concentrating his powers on numbing the pain. They swirled around him, soothing, warm, heating his body, then burning… wait, burning?!

As soon as Jet noticed, the flames ceased their numbing of his head, and the hurt returned with a vengeance, developing into agony. He sunk to the floor, uncaring of where he laid, and clutched his forehead, bowing his head. The fire seared his skin, no longer an ally but a traitorous force of pure hatred embezzled upon him.

It was only then that Jet realised. He'd felt this before!

He screamed out involuntarily as the Reversion took his body and mind, enveloping him with pain-fuelled spasms. No. Jet steeled himself, trying to regain control of his flaming body. He heard a gasp behind him and a call for help, but he couldn't focus on the owner. His wings burst from his shirt and a scream echoed outwards as he finally could keep himself still.

Now to endure.

Jet kept still, not moving, as the fire increased in size and ferocity. His eyes were clamped shut, and he was resisting the pain through sheer force of will.

This would not take him. Not now!

After several more agony filled seconds of blazing torment, the fire died down, and Jet moved his muscles bit by bit until he could rise to his feet. Strength. He could feel pure strength flowing through his veins again.

But how could this happen again so soon after the first episode? That was literally just over six hours!

"Jesus man, you alright?"

A voice from somewhere above him. Jet opened his eyes and stood up straight to see a ginger haired man in shorts and a red t-shirt that had the words 'Beer is the greatest gift of the gods'. He was staring at him with a concerned expression. Jet's heart jumped into his throat as he realised these two had seen possibly everything!

"How much of that did you two see?" he asked, tucking his wings back behind him.

"Most of it, man. You okay?" the man replied. The woman, however, had her hands up to her mouth. Did she know?

"I'm fine." Jet replied, holding a smoking hand to his forehead. "But I need you two to forget what you just saw."

"You… you're an Angel aren't you?" the woman stuttered, pointing at him. Jet didn't respond, but immediately threw a very accurate punch at the man's forehead, connecting with the speed and strength gifted to him, such that it knocked him unconscious in one hit.

He dashed quickly to the woman before she could turn to run and repeated the process, knocking her over and out for the count. He didn't regret using his powers for this purpose, but at the same time, it struck him with a little guilt to see them fall after showing such concern for him.

He heard footsteps at the end of the alleyway, and whirled around to see Ruby running towards him.

"Hey sexyyy" she slurred, and slammed her lips upon his own upon reaching him, not taking any notice of the two unconscious people behind him. Jet, shocked as he was, immediately broke it. Ruby was panting, almost like an animal, and Jet took a step back as she advanced on him. What was going on now?