Yang needs some fun

“Tell you what,” You tell them. “Let me write something on your hands and I’ll be back tomorrow for some longer fun.”

Both girls looked at each other.

“What, like your phone number?” Miltia asked.

“You think highly of yourself if you think we want yours.” Melanie sniffed.

“Guess I don’t need to come back,” You said, waving and pretending to go. “Junior deposits the money directly in my account.”

“Wait!” They shouted in unison and pouted.

“Fine,” Melanie huffed. “Go ahead.” She held out her hand. Her sister imitated her. You smiled and wrote the same thing on both of them.

Jaune Arc’s Sexual Interest

“You both know I own this, right?” You asked and they looked at their hands.

“You totally own what type of people we like.” Melanie answered.

“That’s like obvious.” Miltia added.

“Well, from now on, you both really like strong blondes with big boobs,” You tell them. “While you still like guys, you prefer those kinds of girls. Especially girls that can beat you in a fight.”

“Well, duh!” Melanie snapped. “Why would you think otherwise?”

“Tough blonde girls are hot.” Miltia rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows that.”

You laughed as you left the room. The entire point of this was to have fun with Yang. Imagining her face when the twins kept flirting with her was going to be hilarious. Once you reentered the main club area, you looked around for your team. They were sure to be worried about you, even though it hadn’t been that long. Your throat was parched and you stopped at the bar to get a tall drink.

Mistake number one was not being specific.

The drink was tall AND strong. Being a little buzzed already and high on conquest, you chugged it to quench your thirst.

That was mistake number two.

“There you are!”

The accusing voice caused you to jump and spin around on the barstool. You saw two amber eyes glaring at you as your favorite cat girl marched toward you.

“Hey, Blake!” You sounded cheerful, part of being buzzed.

“Where have you been?” Blake asked, grabbing your shoulder. “Pyrrha’s been looking all over for you and started to panic. If it wasn’t for Yang calming her down and reminding her this is a club, she might have caused a scene.”

“Ah… hehe… sorry. Some people distracted me for a bit and lost track of time. Where is Pyrrha?”

“In the VIP room with Yang,” Blake sighed. “We should go see them.”

“Sure,” You replied and followed her. “So… are you enjoying yourself?”

“It’s… been fun, actually.” Blake admitted softly. “I didn’t think I would enjoy this place so much. I’m not a big drinker after all. My only complaint is the music is a little loud.” Her bow twitched.

“Next time we’ll go somewhere a little quieter,” You promised. “If you’ll come.”

“I might.” Blake mused.

It was nice to see Blake having fun after everything you heard about her past.

“Think you’ll tell Yang and Pyrrha about your secret?” You asked.

“I… yes,” Blake admitted, her voice soft. “I’m going to do it this weekend… if you call your parents and tell them where you are.”

“Why?” You asked surprised. Facing your family was nerve wrecking and you kept putting it off.

“You need to,” Blake pushed. “The same reason you gave me. They probably miss you and want to know you’re okay. I know it’s tough, it was for me. But it’s worth it.”

You bit your lip and nodded.

“Okay, I will.”

Blake smiled and patted your arm.

When you entered the VIP room, you were immediately barraged by questions from Pyrrha. The usual ones. Where were you? Are you okay? Those kinds of things. After you assured her you were fine, she refused to leave your side. Sitting down on the couch, she immediately sat down next to you and leaned on your shoulder.

Weirdly, Blake was stationed on your other side. You didn’t know why she got so clingy all of a sudden.

Then Yang showed up with a tray.

“Hey!” She told them all, sounding a little drunk. You considered the fact Pyrrha and Blake might also be a little buzzed. “I figured we’ll probably head out soon, but I wanted us to have one final drink. This is a new concoction here. They call it a Grimm Slayer. It’s said to kill a Grimm if it drinks it.”

You doubted that claim and looked at the drink in front of you. It was glowing bright green and you could swear there was a small skull of smoke floating above it. Of course you brushed that off as your drunk imagination. Pyrrha and Blake looked uncertain at the drink, but catching Yang’s eye, you didn’t want to seem like a weakling.

“One more.” You tell her, picking up the drink. Blake and Pyrrha followed your lead as Yang smiled. The four of you all chugged the drink.

That was mistake number three.

The strong **** burned your throat as it went down.

Then the room began to spin.