How about a drink?

Neo has trouble conveying messages to others due to her handicap, though some like Roman almost always caught on immediately, and Yang, despite the motherly mindset **** upon her, had issues figuring out what Neo was telling her. "Are you pretending to yawn? You're tired? Are you tired?" Neo shook her head. She'd have to take this slowly. She made a clear gesture of her holding a glass, then pretended to be drinking out of it. "Ohhh, you're thirsty? You want me to get you some water or a soda?" Neo smiled and shook her head again, repeating the previous miming sequence only this time she stuck her tongue out to the side comically and wobbled her head. "Ohhh, you want some of THOSE drinks. I don't know, I'm not very popular right now with the local bars thanks to fights I had." Neo wagged her finger before holding her weapon, the umbrella weapon Hush, up to Yang. Immediately Neo used her semblance to disguise it as a long, pointed stick then she changed it again, this time to a golden rod, before changing it back to it's original shape but now sporting a green color to the hilt. Yang could look like anyone Neo wanted, so long as the physical differences did not exceed her limitations.

They found a bar near the docks, called Vale's Virtuous, a name that had been utter bullshit, thought Neo. Once in, they got their drinks, Neo with a light cocktail while Yang was given a stronger form of whiskey made by some faunus farmhand decades ago. "Beast's Ichor...are you sure this is the right drink for me, kiddo? I'm not a light drinker -don't get me wrong- but I thought I would just be getting a beer? I mean, I don't think the bartender would care, I don't think you even need to change my looks for the guy. Was he even looking at us or into the back of his head?" Neo had to give Yang that one, as the man didn't seem to be looking at anyone who walked in front of him. She could have sworn those weren't even eyeballs but literal stones he stuck into his sockets. Nevertheless, they had their drinks so the fun could finally begin.

True to her word, Yang was not a light drinker, able to handle hers quickly and easily, not even a hint of inebriation being present on her. Neo, not so blessed, knew she would have be crafty as she finished her own beverage, getting up to grab some more. Obviously, some improvisation would be required.