By A Sudden 'Investment' In Real Estate.

"Oh, someone that I know and owes me." Yang confidently stated staring down the barrels of a half a dozen pistols, her expression turning annoyed as the men didn’t lower them.

The rest of the girls weren't so laid back, Blake had the expression of a grumpy cat ready to attack, while Pyrrha was still smiling as she seemed ready to react and smash through the goons aiming at you.

"Stop, stop! Nobody shoot!" Came a gravelly exasperated of a towering bear of a man pushing through his men to your incredible relief, but quickly thinking you slid your hand into the pocket you’d kept a marker handy for tonight fishing it out as everyone's attention turned to the speakers.

"Hey there Junior!" Yang cheerfully greeted him.

"Blondie you're here!" He said as he quirked an eyebrow. "Why?" As intimidating as his looks were, the strained tone like grinding gears of his question came close to pleading to the gods why they'd cursed him to have Yang visiting him.

Whatever Yang had done to him wasn’t your concern for now. What was, was to inch backwards as Yang took up everyone's attention as you worked the cap off the marker as quietly as you could and brought the marker up to the massive doors you’d just entered through.

Perking up she took out her scroll and waved it at the goons and Junior. From behind you could make out your name on what you suspect is her skin. “Simple, you owe me a drink. Therefore you owe my boss-man over there one too.”

“So, he owns you huh?” Junior said. His eyes shifting over to you evaluating you and judging.

You stiffed as you just finished your crude attempt at writing without looking and awkwardly chuckled.

“Hey, no ideas mister or the peanuts are getting it.” Yang swiftly interjected, making a squeezing gesture with her hand.

“Yes, sir!” He answered.

“I think there’s been misunderstanding.” You say stepping aside to show off your ‘work.’

Jaune’s Club.

It might have been rather sloppily written, but it was a legible claim as you breathed with relief as Junior’s face fell and Yang grin grew.

Seeking to head off the impending apology you raised your hands up. “It’s fine you’ve been using it, lets just say we’ll continue the current arrangement, we can work out the details of our agreement later.”

To your confusion Junior started grinning. “Yeah, how about we go over how Blondie busted up your club first?” Motioning with his hand the goons left returning to their positions, a pair of twins in red and white remained as Junior wolfishly grinned.

Blake looked at Yang displeased with and sighed at her partner's antics. "Way to go Yang."

Pyrrha lifted a hand to cover her mouth. “Oh my.”

Blinking rapidly at what he said you answer with the only thing you could. “What?”

Yang’s once raised and ready hand fell limp to her side as Yang slowly turned to face you, her lilac eyes were filled with dread. “Uhhhhh, I didn't know?” Was all that Yang could weakly offer to defend herself.

Crossing his arms looking mightily pleased with the sudden turn in events. “You didn’t know huh?” Junior echoed her savoring it. “How about we talk about it over a ah, drink.” Junior’s smile split his face, relishing the situation as he started leading your group up some stairs to a VIP room.

Yang walked beside you expressively waving her arms as she tried to explain. “Ok, I know it sounds really, really bad. Listen, I’m super sorry if I knew I uh…”

“Wouldn’t have blasted one of my men and Militia through the pillars? Those aren’t cheap Blondie's, if I wasn’t taking such good care of your owner's property as a tenant he’d have been out several thousand lien for those alone. Don’t get me started on everything else!” Junior cut in.

You visibly winced at how much damage the club Yang must have done, by taking ownership you really dodged a bullet… Uh, a lot of literal bullets if the welcome was any indication.

“Urgh, I spent hours picking glass out of my favorite dress afterwards. Do you know how uncool that is?” The girl in red said.

“You should probably stop while you're behind Yang.” Blake added.

“Well uh, you knocked me through that glass couch and you guys were shooting all over the place!” Yang retorted as Junior opened the door to a rather comfy VIP room with several nice comfortable couches large enough to lay down with space to spare, its own bar, a view overlooking the dance floor and some hot girls for service.

Junior was unfazed and in fact, it made him more pleased. “Ah, that was after you started beating my boys, I mean did you really need to crack my DJ’s face against the equipment? They were all just trying to protect your owners property.” The huge man shook his head tutting as he took over the bar from the hot bartender shooing her to attend to Blake and Pyrrha as he automatically started picking out liquors for a drink.

“Strawberry sunrise, no ice and oh, a little umbrella?” Junior sounded out the drink order with such vicious glee, like he’d just scored a goal against Yang.

From the groan as Yang took it grumbling confirmed the bear of a man had gotten one over on her.

Please don’t let it be, she’d better not be that kind of drunk. “Yang, were you-” You exasperatedly start.

“No! Not a drop! My drink never came.” Yang yelped and whirled pointing an accusing finger at Junior.

“You’re hardly innocent either, threatening me and then going with that we could settle things with a kiss. These lips are part of this bombshell package, so I was just protecting Jaune’s property too you know, besides do you really think I’m naive enough to think things would just blow over with just that!?” Yang came back verbally swinging.

Listening to them you buried your face in your hands groaning at this headache as you took a seat at the bar. You doubted they were really in any way friends like Yang had said.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have opened your information request by grabbing my nuts, I’m just running his business here.” Junior explained.

Rolling her eyes at him Yang clicked her tongue. “I said peanuts for a reason, you’re hardly packing down there.” Yang testily said raising a hand with two fingers about an inch apart to sink the slight in.

A slap rang out of your hand meeting Yang’s fine round globes in her mini-skirt. Her face flushed as she jolted sitting up straight nearly spilling her drink.

Junior's cheeks puffed as he worked hard not to burst out laughing as his face turned red from the effort he was exerting to restrain himself. His whole body shuttering with silent laughter leaving him hunched supporting himself by leaning on the counter of the bar.

From off to the side the red and white dressed and armed party girl twins weren’t so subdued as they giggled openly. “How about you teach her a lesson? Imagine what he could do.” ”Oh, I'd love to watch that Militia.” They crowed from the sidelines.

You squeezed Yang’s ass to keep her seated as she growled at them.

“I’m screwed aren’t I?” Yang groaned placing her forehead onto the counter as you continued massaging her backside through her skirt.

“We’ll talk about why you did it later.” You say while running a hand down your face, you sighed at the disruption to your plans for enjoying a night out with your team. “I’ll sort this out when I have the chance. For now I want to just enjoy my night.” You tell Junior.

Taking several gasping breaths the massive man looked like he’d had the best day of his life. “Nah, it's fine, I think I’m good after that. Gotta say kid, I like you.” He slapped a hand onto your shoulder and even as a friendly clamp it felt like a bear was squeezing you.

“Anyway, not like I can keep you from having the run of this place. It’s yours after all, though we’ll need to talk about the other commitments the club has since your affiliated with the family after all.” Junior shrugged, then grinned. "Though, keep Blondie on a leash-" He quirked his head. "If you need one I'm sure we can find one for you."

Ordering your own drink you once again sighed trying to turn your mind to what you could do tonight. While you hadn't intended to claim the club, your options had expanded exponentially since you'd taken ownership as now your imagination was the limit to your fun with the rules for the clubbers on the dance floor. Then whatever you wanted with your girls or other girls.

Glancing at the twins whispering to each other, their lovely legs and looks were tantalizing and you could have them practically begging to be allowed to eat out of your hand.