"I'll walk back to Beacon before I let you drive me again." Blake rolled her eyes at me as she slowly ate her ice cream. I'd bought her a triple scoop of black licorice, something she willingly asked for. It sounded like the most disgusting item on the menu, but Blake was almost halfway done with it.

"Blakey, come on. I can't let my favorite teammate walk back to Beacon alone at one in the morning. That's dangerous!" I knew Blake walking back to Beacon alone wasn't actually dangerous. She'd be able to handle anyone who decided to pick a fight with her- she's my partner after all. But this was more about me not wanting to force her to walk home than her safety.

"No." She walked a bit faster, forcing me to speed up so I wasn't talking to the back of her head. There was a nice, woodsy park next to the ice cream parlour I knew she'd find relaxing. There were huge trees and noisy little waterfalls where streams ran under stone bridges before emptying into a small lake. Knowing Blake, she'd want to come back here again with a book and some quiet music sometime in the spring. She really liked nature and being alone in quiet places. Kinda weird, but I guess it's also kinda nice. She normally let me tag along if I promised to be quiet and I guess I could understand why she thought it was so relaxing. Blake was just really nice to be around, even if we weren't necessarily doing anything together.

"What do I have to promise, now? Meals for the week? Doing your laundry?" I chuckled softly, taking another spoonful of my own ice cream. I went with a single scoop of raspberry with fudge drizzle. The fruit flavored ice cream always came with actual pieces of fruit in them, and the raspberry flavor was hands-down my favorite because of it.

"I'd rather not come so close to death again." I couldn't tell if Blake was being serious or not. Close to death? Wasn't that a little dramatic? I thought I proved myself a pretty good driver!

"Come on, Blakey. Don't make me beg. It's chilly tonight. You're always cold, you'll freeze if you try to walk to Beacon by yourself." I nudged her and nodded to a fork in the trail we were following. The divergent path wasn't as well worn as the one we were on, and most people usually stuck to the more travelled of the two trails, but there was something I really wanted to show her. It was the second reason I'd decided on leaving Beacon so late at night in the first place. I led the way and she followed a few feet behind me.

When Ruby and I were a lot younger, we used to come from the ice cream parlour straight to the park. From there, we'd walk the trails until we found one that led to the stream. Sitting by the small river, people could who loved to relax could really enjoy themselves, but for us, the surrounding trees made it easy to imagine giant Grimm watching and waiting to attack. We'd spend hours there, fighting imaginary monsters until dad called and said it was time to leave. As we got older, we stopped going to the ice cream parlour, and by extension, the park. But when I was maybe sixteen, I'd come back here myself a lot later than I had when I was younger. I learned that at night, fireflies lit up the trees, making their own private light show that only people brave enough to explore the park this late could see. And as Blake and I walked into the same clearing Ruby and I used to play in as kids, I could tell the fireflies had way more of an effect on her than they'd ever had on me.

"Yang," she looked around, her amber eyes glowing in the dim moonlight.

"Pretty, right," I asked her playfully. She looked back at me and blushed. Her lips parted for a few seconds, like she was thinking of something to say. I guess she couldn't think of anything though, because after a few seconds she sighed and sat down in the grass, looking up into the flickering lights. I sat down next to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders and watched the lightning bugs with her. The shattered moon never caught much light, and it let the stars burn super bright in the night sky while the fireflies held their own little disco. I was entranced by how pretty everything was for a while, before I slipped my arm off of Blake's shoulders to finish my ice cream. Blake leaned against me while I did this, a gentle purr coming from deep in her chest. She cuddled against me, searching for warmth and I was happy to provide. We sat for about an hour before I decided to bug her again. "Ready to go?" I turned to her and met her eyes. She jumped, as if I'd caught her with her hands in the cookie jar.

"Um… I'm still walking back."

"Come on, Blake. What do I have to do?" I nuzzled her cheek playfully, trying to convince her to let me drive her back to Beacon.

"Hmm… You could let me drive Bumblebee," she smirked as she said it. She knew how possessive I was of my baby. I'd never let anyone drive her before- well, no one except dad and Uncle Qrow when they were teaching me how to ride.

"Fine, fine, you can drive. Just don't scratch her." I got up and offered Blake a hand, Bumblebee's kees dangling from my fingertips. We walked back to my precious bike, hand in hand. It was a nice night out as friends, and I hoped Blake and I had a lot more nights like these together. I turned to make a joke about it and caught her looking at me again. "What is it," I asked her curiously.

"Oh… nothing."