Junior's

“So where are we going?” You asked Yang, staggering off the Bullhead. Your motion sickness hasn’t cleared up at all.

“I know just the place,” Yang assured you, sauntering off into Vale. “Good drinks, friendly atmosphere, popular music, and it’s closed off to the paparazzi for… reasons.” She had changed out of her usual clothes into a cream vest worn over a low cut black shirt, black miniskirt, and matching thigh high stockings. Seemed like no matter what she wore, her breasts needed to breath and the top of them were showing off.

“This will be my first time at a club like this,” Pyrrha warned. “I’ve been to a few dances, but not to current trendy music. They were more formal.” She looked a little uncomfortable, but had changed to a casual sleeveless green top and blue denim shorts.

“Did you bring us along as the designated driver?” Blake asked suspiciously. She had a white, v-neck, zip-up crop shirt with a black hem and tight black pants. You had to resist staring at her ass.

Compared to them, you looked pretty under dressed. You had your favorite hoodie over a nice t-shirt and jeans. There really weren’t many better options in your wardrobe. You had limited choices available. You needed someone to help update your outfits.

“Nah, I expect all of you to drink,” Yang warned. “First round’s on me, but the rest is on boss man here.”

“Huh, why me?” You asked incredulously.

“Cause you’re my owner, so my tab naturally goes to you.” Yang answered with a smirk.

“You’re going to pull that card?” You raised an eyebrow. “Fine then. As your owner, you can’t drink any **** tonight.”

“W-what?!” Yang stammered, as Pyrrha slammed a hand over her mouth to hide her laughter. Blake didn’t laugh, but her eyes twinkled in amusement. “Come on, Jaune! Be reasonable.”

“Not one drink,” You declared. “Can’t have you getting sloshed and running off with someone, leaving the rest of us alone.”

“You know I won’t!” Yang begged, clinging to your arm and using her breasts to help change your mind by pushing them against you. “You’re the only one for me!”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think. Her tits were powerfully persuasive. “Fine, just… don’t over do it. Blake’s your partner and it will be tough for her to carry you all the way back to Beacon.”

“You’re the team leader.” Blake pointed out, unamused.

“And I delegated the duty to Yang’s partner.” You replied, causing Pyrrha to giggle. “Though, you can have Pyrrha help you.” That sobered up the red head and then Yang laughed.

“Best owner ever.” She slapped you on the back. “Okay, the place is up ahead.”

It didn’t take them long to see it. By the time they had left Beacon and arrived, night had just begun to fall. Lights were all over the building up ahead and a line was stretching down the block. The large sign lit up in red said, ‘Juniors.’ Two bouncers stood outside the door, checking a list or checking out the guests before letting them in. Each of them was dressed in a black suit with matching hat and shoes, red sunglasses, and a red tie.

“Looks busy.” Pyrrha sounded worried.

“Pssh, those are the normies,” Yang laughed. “Owner’s a friend of mine so I’ll get us in.”

“They might let YOU in,” Blake pointed out. “They are letting in more girls than guys.” You and the girls eyed the line from across the street and the bouncers were indeed letting more of the ladies in. A lot of the guys were pushed to the side unless they were good looking.

“There’s normally more guys lining up for these places,” Yang explained. “They have to keep the levels balanced. Otherwise, girls will gets swarmed by creeps and want to leave. Keeping the good looking ones will cause more girls to want to join.”

Sounded pretty shallow to you.

“So we can just walk up?” Pyrrha asked. “That seems kind of unfair to those waiting.”

“Nah, they understand,” Yang laughed. “Honestly, seeing you go in will probably make them wait even longer for a chance. No offense.”

“None taken,” Pyrrha assured her. “I know my status causes some people to treat me different. It’s nice around you three though. You don’t.”

“I didn’t even know you were some celebrity,” You admitted. “Just a nice cute girl who talked to the sick guy on the Bullhead.” Pyrrha flushed.

“Smooth.” Yang elbowed you in the side.

“Is that how he grabbed you?” Blake asked Yang.

“Nah, he tried to flirt in the first place.” Yang replied with a grin. “Was pretty hilarious.”

“In my defense, I tend to shove my foot in my mouth around hot girls I don’t know.” You replied.

“And I forgive you because you have good tastes.” Yang told you, throwing her arm over your shoulders.

The four of you crossed the street and instead of heading toward the back of the line, Yang led you all right up to the front door. The two bouncers didn’t seem to really pay attention to you. They were too busy pushing a couple annoyed guys who had been waiting for ages. You could feel a couple set of eyes on you from the line. It was to be expected, as you just walked up to a club with three hot girls and are trying to skip the line.

“Name?” The bouncer asked, looking at his list.

“Yang and Junior still owes me a drink.”

The guy looked up and froze. Yang was grinning at his shocked expression. He didn’t response immediately, so Yang had to press forward.

“So, going to stop a couple hot girls from entering? I’m just here to party and say hi to Junior. He’s an old friend.”

The man gulped and stepped aside. His partner pressed a finger to his ear and began to mutter something. Blake frowned slightly, but remained silent. She was the only one who caught the strange response. You were about to ask Yang how she knew the owner, when someone behind you made a commotion.

“Is that Pyrrha Nikos!?”

“Let’s go inside.” Pyrrha whispered hurriedly and sort of pushed you and Blake in after Yang.

The moment you entered, the atmosphere changed instantly. Sure the music was now blaring loudly, the lights were slightly dim except around the dance floor, and people were laughing in the background. However, there was one main thing that drew your attention immediately. And not in a good way.

The row of men standing in front of you with guns raised.

“Yang?” You demanded. “What does friend mean to you?”