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"Woah…."
"I know…"
There weren't many other words that could be used to describe what they were feeling as they stepped through the tall double doors into Weiss' penthouse at the top of the most expensive hotel in Vale. For the second time in as many days, they were being utterly flabbergasted by a Schnee household.
"Come on in," Weiss invited them reticently, pushing the door fully open and stepping out of the way in order for them to enter.
"Weiss, this place is…" she didn't really know how she wanted to finish that sentence. There were so many different thoughts flashing through her mind right now, all of them centered around how magnificent the place Weiss called home turned out to be.
"I'm sorry it's a bit…"
Weiss' words trailed off into nothing, the girl waving a slender arm through the air as if she were apologizing for the size and opulence of the space. As if it might be too nice.
"This place is amazing!" Yang finally finished for her. "Jeez, Blake. Why do we live so sensibly? Weiss' family does it right!"
"It's a really nice place," she agreed as Yang followed her into the giant living room - the ceiling two stories above them decorated with several giant hanging crystal chandeliers. "It looks really...homey."
The word wasn't entirely accurate - the penthouse had that 'too clean' feeling of a hospital or museum. But she had already realized that Weiss was embarrassed about her home, so didn't want to draw too much attention to its opulence.
Though there was much that could be pointed to. The entryway pushed them directly into the living room, with two sets of staircases leading up to balconies running the entire length of the penthouse on either side of them. She could see various doors and hallways splitting away from those balconies, likely concealing bedrooms. On the lower level, the living room was attached to several other rooms - a state-of-the-art kitchen to their left and what had to be a personal recording studio on their right. Directly across from them was what appeared to be nothing more than an expanse of open evening sky - the entire wall of the grand living room nothing more than floor to ceiling glass.
Focusing on the living room, there were luxurious white sofas and reclining chairs spaced around carved wooden end tables and coffee tables. Adorning the walls were abstract paintings of various colors which, if she had to guess, were worth more than an entire year of her salary. In the back corner of the room was a gorgeous grand piano that reflected the light from the chandeliers in its lacquered black exterior.
The apartment was magnificent, beautiful, and breathtaking, but clean and unlived. Besides the recording studio, there wasn't anything personal about the space - nothing that made it Weiss' versus any other wealthy person's home. Besides the lack of personal belongings, there was no...mess. No clutter. No stack of mail sitting unopened on the table, no half-eaten box of crackers sitting on the countertop.
If she didn't know any better, she might guess that Weiss had just moved in.
Yang seemed to be a little offput by the penthouse too, but where Blake responded with quiet observation her girlfriend normally answered with a cheerful disposition filled to the brim with jokes and humor.
"So, this is where all the magic happens, huh," Yang teased, winking at Weiss while swinging both arms back and forth, rocking on the balls of her feet with untapped energy. "Gonna give us a tour?"
"Sure," Weiss replied, turning away from them towards the living room.
"This is the living room," the girl explained while taking a step forward. "I figure this is where the party could take place."
She laughed, knowing that was exactly what Yang wanted to hear. True to form, the blonde jumped happily and clapped her hands.
"You finally admit that it's going to happen!"
"I...didn't think I had much of a choice."
"Then you're finally learning!" Yang rejoiced before motioning for Weiss to continue their tour.
"This is my home studio," Weiss said as they walked into the room on the right side of the apartment. The studio was split into two sections, just as she'd seen before in tv shows and movies. One section was overtaken by a giant control panel filled with switches while the other featured nothing more than a microphone and plenty of acoustic paneling.
While Yang was immediately smitten with the variety of buttons and switches, something in the back corner of the room caught her eye. Standing near a stack of audio equipment was a black bookcase filled with a variety of books on music and recording. The bottom two shelves, however, were crammed with many, many trophies.
While Yang and Weiss continued to check out the soundboard, she walked over to take a better look at the awards. Bending over to read the gold plates attached to each, she confirmed what she had suspected they were.
Best Artist
Best New Album
Best Single
Artist of the Year
"Weiss," she said, turning towards the girl in surprise.
"Oh, yeah, I didn't know where to put those," the singer replied with a modest wave, as if embarrassed that Blake had found them at all.
Yang took one look at the shelf piled with trophies some people would spend their entire lives chasing and turned back to the soundboard with a big smile.
"Hey Weiss, you should let me mix your next single!"
Weiss laughed at the idea, forgetting about the abandoned awards and turning her attention back to the blonde.
"Do you even know how to turn this on?"
"Give it a sultry look, maybe?"
Weiss rolled her eyes at the typical Yang response before reaching over and flipping a switch in the middle of the board. On cue, the rest of the switches lit up in an array of different colors, some flashing steadily while others remained solid.
"Wow," she commented, rejoining the two girls. "Weiss sure knows her way around this board. You would have been fumbling around for hours before getting it turned on."
Yang snickered at the joke even though it was made at her own expense. Weiss looked moderately embarrassed for a few moments before the girl seemed to have a brilliant idea.
"Hey, why don't you go into the booth and record a song?"
Yang's jaw probably couldn't have dropped any further than it did at that moment.
"Are you serious?" the girl squeaked before suddenly looking nervous. "No, I couldn't. I'm not a singer!"
"Really?" she asked, raising one eyebrow in surprise. "What about karaoke?"
"That's with other people! And no one can hear you over the music!"
"What about all those songs I hear you singing in the shower?"
"Everyone's a singer in the shower!" Yang wailed while she giggled. "But this is a legit sound booth! And Weiss freaking Schnee is right here!"
Weiss nodded her head understandingly.
"Yeah, and I'd really prefer if you didn't shower in there. None of it is waterproof."
She and Yang both stared at the girl for a second before bursting into laughter at the unexpected joke.
"Alright, if Weiss can be a comedian, I can definitely sing one song," Yang said before shooting through the door. She gave Yang a thumbs up when the blonde picked up a set of professional headphones and placed them over her ears.
"She wanted to do it, anyway," she told Weiss while they watched Yang pump herself up, swinging her arms back and forth while comically puffing out her cheeks.
"I figured. Typical actress," Weiss replied with a grin. Hitting a button close to them, Weiss leaned forward slightly to speak into a microphone that Blake couldn't even see.
"Do you have a song picked out?" the singer communicated through an intercom into the room beyond.
"Uh...I guess it'd be weird to sing one of yours, right?" the blonde replied, flashing them a grin and wink at the idea. "Oh! I got it! I'll sing 'happy birthday to you' - to you, Weiss!"
When Weiss gave Blake a surprised look, she shrugged her shoulders. It was just like Yang to pick something unwittingly thoughtful to do. But Weiss went over to a computer screen and typed a few words before returning to her side.
"Ok, you're going to hear three measures of lead in before the track starts," the girl explained. "Don't stand too close to the microphone or it'll be too loud. But don't stand too far away either."
Yang had taken a giant step back, only to creep forward again and flash them the 'ok' symbol questioningly. When Weiss nodded, she then pressed another button and they could hear the lead in music began playing. When three measures had played, Yang began singing.
"Happy birthday to youuu. Happy birthday to youuuu. Happy birthday dear Weisssssss. Happy birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."
She began laughing when Yang ended the song - the blonde drawing out the last syllable until she was practically blue in the face. When the song finally cut off, Weiss pressed several more buttons before playing the entire thing back for them. Yang nodded and gave a shrug to say that she thought it wasn't half bad, before snapping her fingers.
"I got it! Let me do it again - I'll rap it!"
Weiss shook her head with a grin and played the music again.
And again - and again. And then they really did switch to some of Weiss' songs, which Yang had some very interesting interpretations of. One of the renditions was actually more akin to opera than pop music, although the blonde could hardly get through three notes without bursting into laughter.
While Yang finishing up yet another off kilter rendition, this one in some accent Blake couldn't place, Weiss turned her way.
"Blake, I wanted to tell you that...I'm sorry. For how my mom behaved yesterday."
Weiss appeared genuinely remorseful for something that was not at all her fault.
"Don't worry about it," she assured the girl, waving her hand as if that would make Weiss' fears go away. "Yang gets hit on all the time. Just...usually not by our friend's mothers."
"That's probably a good thing."
She chuckled when Weiss gave her a thin smile. "Yeah, that's a very good thing."
They turned back to watch Yang, but she could feel that the singer still had something else to say. She waited for it patiently, knowing by now that it could sometimes take Weiss a few moments to build up the courage to be forthcoming and honest.
"And...thank you. For listening to me," the singer finally said. "I've never really told anyone how I feel. I don't want to seem ungrateful. I mean...look at all I have." The girl waved an arm at the room around them. "I just feel like...I'm missing something, you know? I spent so much time chasing someone else's dream, I didn't have time to chase anything else."
Nodding at the words, she took a few moments to think of a proper answer before responding, "I think we've all felt that way at some point - caught up in life but not living. You'll find your true calling though, and not the one your mom picked out for you."
Weiss still looked a little downtrodden, nodding sadly, so she reached out and gently touched the girl's arm to regain her light blue gaze.
"And if you ever want to talk, you can always call me. I'm more than willing to listen."
Weiss brightened at the words just as Yang finished another song, ending it with dual thumbs ups pointed their way.
"You can now add singing to your resume," Weiss said through the microphone, making Yang laugh before the blonde shot back out to join them.
"I can have copies of all those, right?"
"Absolutely. I'll be keeping copies for myself, too - bribery, you know?"
Laughing while Yang playfully pouted at them, the blonde cheered up in a heartbeat and pointed out the door.
"Now that we've proven I'm a triple threat, can we continue the tour?"
Scoffing at the boast, she couldn't disagree as they left the recording studio behind. Heading across the giant living room to the open kitchen area, she found herself surrounded by some of the most hi-tech kitchen appliances she'd ever seen. A variety of fresh fruits and vegetables were organized neatly upon a giant marble island in the center of the room, but other than that, everything seemed to be put away.
Of course, Yang helped herself to checking out the cupboards and the fridge.
"Wow, you eat healthy."
The actress stepped out of the way so that Blake could see the contents of one cabinet.
"She has to have a stash," she teased, turning to the singer, who was watching Yang rifle through her cabinets with open curiosity. "Where do you hide it?"
Curiosity morphed into confusion at the question. "What do you mean?"
"Your stash," Yang repeated, returning to them with a big grin. "You do have one, don't you! Where is it? What's your weakness? I bet it's peanut butter cups."
"Not everyone loves those as much as you," she chided her girlfriend. "Weiss is a salt and vinegar girl."
"Eww, no one likes those but you!" Yang replied with a crinkled nose. Blake swatted at the girl's shoulder for the expression, only for Yang to dodge out of the way and give her a wink for trying.
"So what is it? Are you gonna let us see?" Yang pressed Weiss gently, eyes sparkling at the prospect of seeing the famous singer's secret.
"You mean stash of...junk food?"
Yang laughed at the singer's continued confusion. "No, we mean stash of weapons. Salt and vinegar is actually the street name for a set of brass knuckles. You know - you wanna meet my friends, salt and vinegar?"
She grinned while Yang boxed the air in between them, the girl showing off her amateur boxing skills fake mobster accent.
"Everyone has a vice, Weiss - clearly there's nothing unhealthy in this kitchen, so where do you keep it? I'm sure Yang would love to raid it."
"I don't have a 'stash' anywhere," Weiss responded, straightening up as if she were proud of that fact. "I keep all of that stuff out of my home."
Smiling, she heard Yang let out a puff of disappointment. "Guess you'll have to wait until we're home for those peanut butter cups," she teased, giving her girlfriend a consoling pat on the arm.
"Who doesn't eat junk food?" Yang asked herself, throwing up her arms as they walked out of the kitchen.
"What's in your stash?" Weiss asked curiously. "Besides peanut butter cups, obviously."
"Wouldn't you like to know!"
"Maple candies and salt water taffy," she answered for the blonde, who gave her a fake look of betrayal for giving away her secrets.
"You hide them?"
"Like a squirrel preparing for winter," Yang answered with a mournful shake of her head. "Once I found a piece of caramel flavored taffy in a pair of shoes I never wear. It was the best day…"
"If I don't hide them, she'll eat them all in one sitting," she explained. "She has something of a sweet tooth."
Yang snorted with laughter at the comment. "Just you wait, Blake. Just you wait," was all the girl said as they walked up the steps to one of the upper landings.
"These are the bedrooms," Weiss said while gesturing down the long hallway. "They're set up in several guest suites...if people were to stay over."
She and Yang looked at the closed doors, Yang tapping her chin in thought.
"So...you're suggesting a sleepover?" the blonde asked.
"What? N-no! Nothing like that," Weiss stammered, relaxing when Yang laughed. Blake then asked the question she knew Yang wanted to ask.
"Which is yours?"
The blonde immediately snapped her fingers and burst into a big smile. "That's a great question, Blake! Which room is hers?"
Not waiting for a response, they were suddenly following (or rather, chasing) Yang down the hall as the girl began systematically opening every closed door.
"Not this one."
"Do you really need to see my room?" Weiss asked, not trying to stop the blonde, but not helping either.
"Yup, need to see where you get your beauty sleep," Yang responded plainly while throwing open another door. "Nope, not that one either."
Blake peeked inside the room and found an immaculately made bed with an attached bathroom. Yang was right though - the air in the room was a little dead, as if it hadn't been moved around recently. Rushing to catch up with the girl, Yang suddenly stopped in the hallway and they almost ran into her.
"Blake," the blonde said, slowly turning back around to face them. "You know what I'm thinking?"
Yang loved to play this little game where Blake actually had to guess what the girl was thinking at any point in time. It was a great mental exercise in figuring out what the blonde had discovered before her. In this case, they were looking for Weiss' room, and Weiss seemed awfully calm about the entire endeavor…
"Wrong hallway," she answered, earning another snap and this time a kiss to go with it.
"She took us to the wrong hallway!" Yang exclaimed before turning to Weiss. "You're a clever one, Schnee, but no match for Team Blang!"
"Team Blang?" she said with a laugh. "Is that really the best you could come up with?"
"The other choice is Team Yake!" Yang protested. "We'll discuss team name later. Regardless, we caught you. Your bedroom isn't in this hallway. Your bedroom is…" The actress paused for dramatic effect before pointing across the top of the living room to the other hallway. "Over there!"
Probably despite herself, Weiss smiled at the theatrics. The girl's smile did falter ever so slightly when Yang went tearing off the way they'd just come, bounding down the stairs in no time.
"Yang!" she called out as they moved at a more moderate pace to catch up.
"Don't worry, Blake, I'll find it!" Yang shouted back to her while taking the other set of stairs two at a time.
"It's really nothing special," Weiss muttered from beside her, the girl playing along regardless. Suddenly, they heard a loud gasp from up ahead.
"I found it! Jesus, Weiss! Your room is bigger than our entire apartment!"
Grinning at the words that came floating out the door to them, they followed the girl inside. They found her buzzing around what was most certainly Weiss' room. For one thing, it was massive, taking up the entire half of the apartment. It also felt much livelier than the rest of the home, even though nothing was out of place - nothing that hadn't been examined by Yang yet, of course.
"Wow," she remarked, looking around at the beautiful decor. Royal blue curtains draped five sets of windows. The huge bed was covered in various shades of light blue and white, splashed with a matching set of royal blue accent pillows. A desk along one wall had a single notebook open to a perfectly blank page with a quill pen standing beside it. There were two doors, likely for the closet and the bathroom.
"How would you feel if I jumped on your bed?" Yang asked, practically drooling at the perfectly plumped duvet.
"Please refrain yourself."
"Aw alright," Yang replied before heading towards the closed doors, not at all discouraged. The blonde opened a door and disappeared into what appeared to be the bathroom. She and Weiss followed her inside, just in time to see the blonde step into the huge glassed-in shower with a rock wall occupying one wall.
"Is this a waterfall?"
Weiss actually smiled at the enthusiasm and surprise.
"Go ahead and try it," the singer said, nodding towards the handles on another wall. Yang rushed over and threw one of the handles, shouting in surprise when the water shot out of the shower head directly above her head. Yang turned it off quickly, but still managed to get doused in a short amount of time. The blonde gave Weiss a playful glare for tricking her. Laughing, Weiss walked over and pointed to a button on the wall.
"You need to press that first."
"Oh," Yang said, pressing the button sheepishly. "Funny how that didn't come up the first time!"
Weiss shrugged innocently at the accusation before returning to where Blake standing.
"Nice one," she whispered to the girl out of the corner of her mouth, smiling innocently when Yang glanced their way.
"Knew she wouldn't wait for instructions," Weiss answered - the smallest drop of mischief and levity in the girl's voice for once. She laughed at the comment, which showed just how well Weiss knew Yang already.
And, on the plus side, Yang's now-wet shirt clung to her oh-so-wonderfully…
Watching as the blonde turned on the water again, a faucet at the top of the rock formation sprung to life as water fell from the outcropping in what looked like a true waterfall. The shower was so big, Yang was able to stand inside the outer wall and not be in the path of the water - not that it would have really mattered at this point.
"This is so cool!" the girl exclaimed, voice sounding garbled from inside the glass cube. "Weiss, you have to let me use this sometime!"
Weiss laughed lightly at the request. "Sure, anytime."
Yang grinned and turned off the water before stepping out to join them, the front of her shirt still doused in water from her little 'accident.'
"If you ever need someone to house-sit, Blake and I volunteer," the blonde said, sending her a wink that was not at all inconspicuous.
"I'll keep that in mind."
Weiss handed Yang a towel as they walked out of the bathroom, which the blonde used to try to soak up some of the water.
"I'm guessing this is your closet then?" she asked, walking over and hesitantly trying the second door in the room. As she pulled the door open, lights flickered to life inside the closet, illuminating the large space beyond. She heard Yang gasp from behind her.
"You...really like white."
It was a lame comment, but she really couldn't think of anything else to say when she saw the rows and rows of neatly organized shoes and clothing around them. Shoes took up a space equivalent to an entire bookcase in the wall on her left while the rest of the room was broken into sections according to attire. Pants, shirts, dresses, and jackets all had their own sections which were then further broken down by color, white being by far the most predominant.
"I could live in here…" Yang gushed, staring at the shelves with hearts in her eyes. "Why can't our closet be this organized?"
Rolling her eyes, she grabbed Yang's arm and dragged her out of the closet while making sure to shut the door behind them.
"Because someone insists on hanging things at random, if they get hung at all!"
"Sometimes it's fun to have a little chaos!" Yang responded before grinning at Weiss. "Sweet room though, really. I'm kinda jealous."
"It's just...one of the perks, I guess." Weiss shrugged with the response before quickly biting her bottom lip and turning halfway away from them. "Want to see one last thing?"
When they nodded, the girl gestured for them to follow her back into the hallway. Instead of heading downstairs, they followed the hallway to where it ended at a glass window with a comfortable window seat underneath. The window looked out over downtown Vale, the evening sun reflecting off of the sides of office buildings below them.
Of all the spots in the house, this one felt like it was truly lived in. The cushion was slightly worn around the seams - the vibrant blue it once was still showing near some of the stitches. She spotted a book stuffed underneath, which was the only item that seemed to be out of place in the entire apartment.
"Great view," she said, gesturing out the window. If she and Yang had a little nook like this one, it's where she would be spending most of her time, too.
"I like to sit here and think sometimes. Especially at night, the city can be...relaxing." Weiss shrugged her shoulders as if that might not make the most sense. "Anyway that's pretty much it."
Honestly, she was surprised that they'd gotten to see as much as they had. One glance at Yang and the blonde told her the same thing.
"Alright - let's discuss this party then!" Yang said, rubbing her hands together in excitement. "We gotta make sure it's the bash of the year!"
The terminology made Weiss cringe nearly imperceptibly. It would have made Blake uncomfortable too, had she not know that Yang was ultimately going to plan a party that would cater specifically to Weiss' more introverted personality.
Following Weiss back downstairs, she and Yang picked one of the sofas to sit on while the singer sat across from them, perched on the very edge of her seat like she might bolt if the planning got out of hand.
"Ok, so some official party planning - brainstorm - give me ideas," Yang began, swirling her hands around in the air as if she was ready to catch and juggle each idea they sent her way.
"How about...a low key get-together?" she offered, knowing that no matter what Yang suggested next that's what they would end up agreeing upon. They'd been discussing Weiss' birthday for some time now and both agreed that it would be nice to introduce the singer to some new people, but while also staying within her more narrow comfort zone.
"We'll call that Plan B," the blonde expectedly replied. "I was thinking more like...bringing in a stingray petting tank."
"What if someone gets stung?" she immediately countered.
"Fire breathers?"
"Huge fire hazard."
"Clowns on stilts."
"Clowns are for kids - I thought you wanted a grownup party?" She applied to Yang's pride with that one, not being able to think of a logical reason why clowns were a no.
"Horseback rides!"
"I'm allergic to horses," Weiss offered, looking apprehensive yet intrigued by the ideas that were being thrown around.
"Indoor skydiving!"
"You're scared of heights," she reminded the girl.
"Oh...right...A wave pool!"
"Should I wear that bikini you just got for me then?" she asked in a serious tone, grinning when Yang's smile faltered.
"Uh...nope, not that," Yang said, placing one hand on her chin in deep thought. "Ok, I got it, I got it. Now, you're gonna think this is -" the blonde made a gesture as if the idea were going to blow their minds, "but how about...a mellow get-together?"
Pretending as if that was a crazy idea, she glanced at Weiss for approval.
"That doesn't sound so bad -"
"Yes!" Yang exclaimed before Weiss could express any doubts. "Then it's settled. Blake and I will handle guest list, decorations, food, entertainment, and security - Weiss, you just make sure you're home for the evening."
"That sounds reasonable…"
"Says you," she teased, giving Yang's hand a little squeeze. "I don't know how I feel about being on the 'organizing' side of things."
"Please. You could pull this party together in your sleep!"
Chuckling at the vote of confidence, she turned back to Weiss with a smile.
"It sounds ok to you then?" she asked, this time without any hint of a joke. If Weiss didn't want to have a birthday party thrown in her honor, she'd need to speak now or forever hold her peace.
And Weiss did think on the question carefully before nodding her head. "Yes, it sounds ok to me."
It was nice to see the girl willing to take a step outside her comfort zone, no matter how little that step may be.
"We'll send you all the details then," Yang said, glancing at her phone for the time before standing up. Blake followed her girlfriend's lead, knowing that they needed to make a quick stop by Yang's work before everyone left for the night. "Thanks for letting us see your place though! Will definitely help with the decorating."
"Definitely," she affirmed when Yang looked her way, nodding for emphasis.
"Thanks for coming over," Weiss responded politely as she stood and drifted with them towards the front door. "I guess I'll see you in a few days then."
"You know it! Oh, and don't forget your party hat!"
"My...what?"
Rolling her eyes, she grabbed Yang's elbow with one hand while opening the door with her other.
"It's just an expression, Weiss, but if you need a hat, we'll make sure to bring you one."
"Oh. Ok. Goodnight, you guys."
"Night!" Yang called back happily with a wave for good measure. Weiss smiled in return before closing the door and leaving them in the silence of the hallway. She heard an audible exhale of air from beside her - the sound of Yang finally relaxing from the effort of staying 'on' for every bit of time in Weiss' presence.
When Yang flashed her a small smile, she returned it with one of her own as they headed to the elevator in unison.
"Things will be just fine," she reassured the blonde, even though to the outside observer Yang was in need of no consolation. But another huff of air told her things no one else would ever catch.
"We have a lot to do in a few days."
"Yeah," she said while arching an eyebrow, "How was it again that I got roped into this?"
"Uh...by being my girlfriend?" Yang replied with a more cheerful expression.
"Well, guess I did get myself roped into that one…" she muttered teasingly as the elevator came to a stop at the ground floor and the doors opened to allow their exit. No sooner had they entered the lobby did Yang pull out her cell phone and start tapping numbers.
"Gotta do what good leaders do though," the blonde muttered to herself. "Delegate!"
With a flourish, Yang held the phone up while pressing the button to put them on speakerphone. She heard only one ring before the call connected.
"Hello?"
"Hey Pyrrha! It's Yang and Blake!"
"Hey guys - how are you doing?"
"We're throwing a birthday party for Weiss - can you make it?" Yang asked. The girl was bouncing on her toes again - a sure sign of lack of patience for formalities.
"I'm in Vacuo! I don't think I'll be back in time."
"You see, it's things like this that make it hard to believe you're my friend."
Pyrrha laughed on the other of the phone while Blake shook her head at the actress.
"I'll definitely come if I'm back in time. What can I do from here though?"
Yang pretended to sigh in exasperation even though she knew that the blonde wasn't at all upset about her friend having to work.
"Can you invite some people?"
"That shouldn't be difficult. I know hundreds who'd be excited to go to another party you're hosting."
Raising her eyebrows at the intriguing comment, Yang quickly looked away from her.
"Not so fast - Blake already vetoed all my brilliant ideas, so this won't be anything like...that other time..."
"No beach volleyball court?"
"Beach volleyballl -" Yang whined, looking at Blake only to be voted down yet again. "Nope, nothing like that. And only invite people you think Weiss might actually like."
"Then unfortunately I can't invite you, Yang."
"Har har har - the desert really brings out your funny side, Pyrrha."
"I need to have some humor without you in my life."
"Awwww...that was actually kinda sweet!"
"Unintentional," Pyrrha immediately clipped. "But I'll think of names and run them by you before inviting them."
"Thank you," Yang responded, all teasing dropped for now. "And please make it if you can. It will be fun! I hope…"
"This level of confidence suits you," the redhead replied. "But I'll try my best. Oh and Blake, I found that lotion you were looking for. I'll bring some back for you."
"Whaa? We get souvenirs?"
"Blake does," Pyrrha replied, that million dollar smirk evident in her tone. "We'll talk soon!"
"Yeah, yeah, talk to you later."
When Yang ended the call, she turned to Blake with a curious expression.
"She's bringing you lotion?"
"Oh, I told her about it awhile ago...I'm surprised she remembered."
"Pyrrha's all thoughtful like that," Yang responded with a pout. "Of course, never with me!"
"She completely dotes on you! What about that special cake she brought you from her last trip? It had your name on it and everything!"
It had been an extraordinarily sweet gesture of the model. And that cake had been superb. But Yang let out a huff of fake exasperation before dropping the teasing act entirely.
"I really want to make this something Weiss will enjoy."
"I know," she said, squeezing Yang's hand. "It's almost...sad...to think about her living in that place alone."
Yang nodded, looking pensive on that comment for a second before clapping both hands together.
"Ok, then we have a TON of work to do. The next time we talk about something that's NOT Weiss' party, it will be AT Weiss' party."
"If you say so…"
"That wasn't about Weiss' party."
She elbowed the girl in the ribs for that comment.