Onto chapter 2! For those of y'all who haven't watched Supernatural, there's a time jump of about 19 years here. Ruby is 20, Yang, Blake, and co. are 22. Content warning for mentions of alcohol and drinking. Enjoy!
"Come on, Yang, don't be a drag!"
Even as her girlfriend chides her, Yang refuses to move from her spot on the couch. "You know that Halloween isn't my thing."
"That's not what you said freshman year when you were getting wasted at all the Halloween parties," Blake retorts, folding her arms across her chest. "Don't try to pretend that you've changed your tune all of a sudden."
Yang groans. "I don't see what that has to do with anything."
Blake rolls her eyes and steps closer to Yang, so that she's casually standing over her. "I'm already wearing my costume," she complains, gesturing to the slinky black dress she has on—and the cat ears perched on top of her head. "Don't make me all dressed up with nowhere to go. C'mon, it'll be fun," she coaxes, posing so that Yang can see just how well her dress fits. "I even got you a costume. It's low effort and everything."
It's Yang's turn to roll her eyes as a headband with devil horns attached to it is placed on top of her head. "You're not going to let me skip out on this, are you."
"No, I'm not," Blake declares. "It's been a long week and we both deserve to blow off some steam. Plus, you got a job interview and I aced my LSATs. We deserve to celebrate a little!"
"I still don't get your obsession with Halloween," Yang says, allowing herself to be pulled up and off the couch. "And you totally blew away everyone else on that exam."
"And you're going to kill it in your interview on Monday," Blake replies. "Halloween's the one day of the year we can be anything we want. It's almost like being a kid again. We're all playing pretend, all the time, but today's the only day we get to acknowledge it. Of course I love it." She shakes her head. "But that's not the point. If we don't leave now, we'll be late, and I am not going to be the designated driver when I know that Marrow is going to be there."
"Have you told your parents about your interview on Monday?" Elm asks, taking a sip of her cocktail. "I bet they were so happy for you! Seriously, Yang, that job offer is awesome! You'll be making bank right out of school!"
"If she gets the job," Harriet chimes in. Clearly, someone needs to drink some more. Harriet tends to be pretty rigid on a normal day, but get a few drinks in her and she's an absolute riot.
"She will," Blake says confidently, trying to keep the mood light. "There's nobody else more qualified than her."
"You just say that because I can fix the dishwasher whenever it breaks," Yang teases, giving her a playful nudge. "And uh, no, I haven't told them." She spots Marrow about to open his mouth, and quickly changes the subject. "But never mind me, how about my amazing girlfriend's LSAT scores?"
She nudges Blake again, who quickly flushes bright red with a mix of embarrassment and pride. "It's really not that special, guys," she insists, trying to be modest. "My parents were thrilled, though."
"Well, I'll toast to that," Vine says, tipping his glass in her direction. "Cheers!'
"Cheers!" the rest of them echo, and Yang tries to lose herself in the buzz of cocktails and fun conversation.
It's late by the time they return to the apartment, and despite how sexy Blake looks in her cat outfit, Yang just wants to collapse into bed and attempt to head off the inevitable hangover. She's got the rest of the weekend to prep for the interview. This should be a breeze.
"See, I knew you'd have fun tonight," Blake gloats, sounding way too cheerful and with it for someone who'd taken as many shots as she had. Her girlfriend's alcohol tolerance is legendary for a reason. "Remember to drink some water before you go to bed."
"Yes, mom," Yang teases. "Honestly, Blake, what would I do without you?"
Her girlfriend slips into bed behind her and kisses her neck. "Crash and burn, babe, that's what," she replies sweetly. "Goodnight, Yang."
Oh yeah, Yang's definitely going to marry this girl. "Goodnight, Blake."
Far too soon, Yang is yanked back to consciousness by a sharp knock at the door. "Go away," she mumbles sleepily, burying her head back in the pillow.
Unfortunately, that fails to deter whoever is banging on their door. The knocking continues. "Ugh," Blake mumbles, her eyes still tightly shut. "Make it stop."
"I'll get it," Yang mutters, pressing a kiss to Blake's forehead and rolling out of bed. She wants to get a glass of water anyway. It's probably just someone who got drunk and ended up at the wrong apartment. She makes her way through the living room, past the kitchen, and into the entrance of the apartment.
The door doesn't have a peephole, so Yang just barely cracks it open and peers around it. "You've got the wrong apartment," she says tiredly, before her eyes finally take in just who has been knocking on her door. She definitely wasn't expecting to see her little sister standing there.
"Ruby?"
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