The next few days were much less eventful for Weiss, having stayed home as part of the recovery from the night at the strip club. She thought a lot about that dastardly good-looking dancer she'd had an embarrassing run-in with, but decided that it would probably be a very, very long time before she saw her again.

Monday morning proved to be a difficult one. Our heiress awoke to the sound of her alarm with a squint, tapping her phone immediately to cease the annoying noise. With a yawn followed by a displeased groan, she rose from her lying position and sat up in her bed, trying to mentally awaken.

'Business as usual. I'm looking forward to hearing about what those two idiots got up to over the weekend.'

It didn't take long for Weiss to ready herself for class, and her commute relatively smooth and traffic-free, which meant free of cursing for most of the drive to campus. She never liked Mondays, most students came only to see if they could get away with skipping another week. Parking was never worse, to be quite honest.

After snatching a spot quickly, Weiss was quite pleased with herself as she strode to class, preparing to be even earlier than she'd planned. Her morning class would be General Biology, and she had the pleasure—sometimes pleasure, anyhow—of sharing that morning class with one Ruby and Yang.

Pushing the door to the lecture hall open, she was greeted by a pleasant quiet… That is, until she was noticed.

"Weiss! Weiss, c'mere!" Yang shouted from across the hall. The girl could have whispered and Weiss would have heard it. Why she had to shout when nobody else was making noise was just.. beyond her.

Rolling her eyes and sighing, a tell-tale sign that Weiss was delighted, she brought herself to the pair and sat down in a chair near theirs, "What is it?"

Ruby took the liberty of moving to the chair right next to Weiss, "Well, you see, we kinda…" Ruby pushed her index fingers together, "Uh.. Yang?"

Weiss looked to Yang, who simply wore the smuggest grin she'd ever seen. "Well?"

Yang crossed her arms and propped her feet up on the seat in front of her, "Rubes and I have dates tonight," she said matter-of-factly.

"You what!?"

"We," Yang pointed at herself then Ruby, "Have dates! Tonight. Isn't that awesome!?"

Weiss couldn't believe her ears. How did they work so fast!? Where did they come from? Unless…

"Wait a second. You don't mean to say that you have dates with those two dancers from the strip club, do you?"

Ruby's cheeks flushed a light pink at the thought "Ahahah, well… That's sorta what happened. Somehow."

"Seriously!?" Fantastic. Her two best friends have been seduced by women working for an establishment where the source of income is taking your clothes off.

Yang interrupted, defending herself and Ruby, "Okay, just hold up Weiss, they're not like, bad people or whatever your little heiress mind is thinking. Look, I'm taking Neo out to dinner, and Cinder's taking Ruby to a movie. I think. Is she, Rubes?" Yang looked to her sister for affirmation.

"Uh, I guess so. She kinda joked about taking me to see Fifty Shades of Grey, but I dunno how serious she was," she shrugged.

Weiss had to stop her there, "That's not.. Quite the film I'd imagine you'd want to see, Ruby."

"I know, I know! I think she just wanted to see what kind of reaction she could get if she suggested it! I'm sure it'll be a normal movie, no shades or grey anywhere, heh."

Yang continued, "ANYWAY, so. Since we don't have class tomorrow, I figured we could all spend time with our honeys tonight! That means you too, Frosty."

Weiss snapped back, "Excuse you! Don't call me that. Plus, I don't have a "honey" or whatever it is you're thinking of."

Yang let out a hearty laugh, "Yeah right! Your lady boner was so huge for Blake that night, it was like it was physically blocking us from the exit! Physically!"

"What!? No, no that's—You're disgusting! That doesn't even make sense!"

Yang waved her off, "Yeah yeah, if you say so. Just letting you know, she's working tonight. If you wanna visit her. Neo told me… Well, she kinda told me, that it's pretty slow on Mondays. You'll have all her attention if you play your cards right!"

"I don't want—Argh, Ruby can you please tell your sister to shut her mouth? I'm tired of thwarting her attempts to goad me into yelling at her," Weiss turned in her seat to face the other direction.

Ruby looked back and forth between her grinning sister and her fuming friend, "Weiss is right, Yang. Iii think you need to tone it down, just a little?"

Yang shrugged, "Hey, I'm just trying to get her to be honest for once."

Ruby shot a look at her sister and turned back to Weiss, "But also, Weiss, it's not anything to be ashamed of if you did like her. I mean, we're all kinda in the same boat here. It's.. kinda funny when you think of it!" The girl did have a knack for making strange situations sound normal.

Weiss actively ignored the advice and silently thanked the heavens that the professor just walked in.

Ruby noted this and touched Weiss' knee lightly, "Just text me after class, okay?"

The rest of the class proceeded as usual, though Weiss chose to avoid Ruby and Yang thereafter. It wasn't as though she was angry with them—Well, it wasn't as though she was angry with Ruby. Weiss just didn't like the fact that maybe, somehow, deep down, Yang was probably right about Weiss being interested in Blake…

No, no! Never! A Schnee couldn't possibly mingle with a woman that comes from that sort of background.

…

Could she? Is there anything to be ashamed of, really, when you become enamored with a night dancer?

…

'Rrrgh, damn Yang. DAMN HER FOR TELLING ME BLAKE WAS WORKING.'

Much quieter on this Monday night, Malachite's Gentlemen's Club was host to still a large number of guests patiently waiting for their favorite dancers to take the stage. The familiar atmosphere hit Weiss like a truck as she discreetly slipped into the establishment, silently chiding herself for her decision to come here, when just earlier this weekend, she so clearly told herself that she wouldn't be coming back. Great how much that thought did for her.

Tonight, Weiss didn't drive and instead opted to take public transportation. For some reason, she felt that she needed to leave her car at home instead of driving it to such an unsavory location.

As the bouncer let her in, she held her arms crossed, trying not to stand out too much. Weiss wasn't even sure what made her come here this evening, she just knew that somehow she kind of… Wanted to. She'd never admit it outloud, at least not right now, but she did want to see Blake again. There was simply something about her.

'Same feeling as last time. Lots of creepy dudes around, panting like dogs while they hold their dollar bills.'

Then again, Weiss figured she wasn't much better. It was true, she did offer up that one dollar last time. Did her patronage here say something about her? Was she less of a proper heiress after being swept up by the art form of a nearly naked woman? Morally ambiguous answers ran through Weiss' mind.

Weiss had often heard the arguments regarding strip clubs. Plenty saying that they degrade women and that the workers aren't treated like people, more stories than you can count that could say that currently, Weiss Schnee was a piece of trash for participating, even contributing to such an establishment. But when she recalled the words Blake said to her that night, how very much in-command of the moment she was… It seemed that she'd only come across strong-minded individuals that so happened to shed clothing in exchange for money.

Weiss figured that fighting her conscience would do her no good now.

She began to scan the area for one certain dancer, when she was met by two women—twins, in fact, much to Weiss' surprise.

The woman with teal eyeshadow, as Weiss would figure she'd identify them by, spoke first, "You're a long way from home, aren't you?"

Weiss opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the woman with red eyeshadow, "Melanie, you know this is her, don't you?"

Melanie, apparently, studied Weiss' features a bit more, "Oh, you're right, Militia. I didn't realize. Should we offer her some drinks?"

Militia replied, "Yes, yes we shall. What do you like?"

Thoroughly confused by the approach, Weiss waved her hands and stopped them before they could throw any more words at each other, "Wait, wait, what's going on? Why offer me drinks? And why am I the "her"?"

The twins looked to each other and back to Weiss. "We're the owners of this establishment. We can offer you free drinks any time we please." Militia snapped her fingers, and not a moment later was she met with two drinks just for Weiss.

"Okay that's fine, but why me?" Weiss tried to refuse the drinks at first, but somehow Militia had slipped both glasses into her hands.

Melanie spoke, "Because you have favor with our favorite."

As did Militia, "She likes you very much, so we'll treat you right."

The heiress gripped the glasses, but accepted the situation nevertheless, "I… I don't really understand what's happening, but um, thank you."

The twins smiled at her. Melanie added on, "If you need anything else, just call for us."

And Militia as well, "Other than that, please enjoy the night."

The twin owners walked off to speak with the emcee, leaving Weiss dumbfounded but fully stocked for alcohol either way. She looked down at her drinks, wondering for a moment if she'd be drugged, but discarded the thought as she gingerly sipped the more colorful looking one, actually liking the fruity drink.

'Well, I suppose this is fine too. But where is she? Maybe I should just wait for her to come on. Would that look desperate? Honestly, Weiss, just LOOK at the place you're in right now, who's going to think you're desperate here? Rrrgh, I hope Yang was telling the truth when she said she was working!'

The heiress sat down near the back, eager to stay away from the spotlight of center stage. Weiss told herself that if Blake didn't show up by the time she was finished with her drinks, she'd just leave. Probably track down a certain Miss Xiao Long and give her a piece of her mind.

Several minutes passed, and so did the routines of several dancers, each of them lovely and bewitching as the one before, but never quite as enthralling as the girl from Friday night. Weiss had finished one drink and was well into the next, making a small mental note to find those twins and ask them what exactly they'd given her… But still no sign of Blake, it seemed. By now, Weiss leaned one elbow on the table while propping her chin up, truly upset that Blake hadn't gone on yet. With a large sigh, she took one final gulp of her drink. She was certainly drunk by now, unbelieving that her tolerance had been so low. At least she didn't drive. However, before she could get up to leave, she heard those soft, magic words being uttered from the emcee's mouth once more: "Give it up for Blake, everybody."

Fully alert now, the heiress focused all her attention to the stage as a figure clad in black lingerie, much like that of Friday night, walked up onto the stage and slowly began her routine. There was a larger crowd circling the stage at this point, several dollar bills being tossed at the dancer.

Clearly she was quite popular.

A little annoyed at all the attention given to Blake but much too drunk to care, Weiss simply watched intently Blake as she performed a similar routine to that of which she had the pleasure of seeing this past weekend. Her strong body pulling her up the pole, the graceful way she eased down, artfully spilling onto the main stage. Her movements were just as sleek, sensual and enticing as Weiss had remembered them to be.

Melanie and Militia approached Weiss once more, noticing her expressed interest in Blake.

"Did you like your drinks?" Militia spoke first this time.

Weiss tried to wave her off, "Yeah, yeah thanks for that. Now if you'll excuuuse meee…" The slur in her voice was apparent.

Melanie asked her, "You really like Blake, don't you?"

"D-Don't be ridiculous!" Weiss defended herself, bringing her palm to the table with a fairly loud slap, "I just—She is just, really talented, okay? You.. You would so learn a thing or two!" Feeling the effects of the alcohol, Weiss crossed her arms on the table and laid her cheek on them.

As Blake was finishing her performance, the small commotion at Weiss' table caught her attention. Her eyes widened, as she was surprised to see Weiss again, but even more surprised that she was talking with the owners. Striking her final pose and hearing the emcee bring on another dancer, she let a bouncer gather up all her earnings as she grabbed her shawl and made her way to Weiss' table.

Weiss saw Blake coming, and tried to perk herself up, to little avail. "Y-You were working, weren't you? Trying to hide from me.. It didn't.. It didn't work, as you can see. I am here. Aaaand you're here too. You have great abs, you know that?" Our smooth talker does it again.

"I didn't think I'd see you here again," Blake commented, noting the two empty glasses next to her. She looked at the twins with an accusing glint, "What did you two do?"

"We didn't think she'd be such a lightweight," Melanie remarked.

Militia looked to Blake, "Your shift's over. Take her home."

Blake quickly met Militia's green eyes, "What? My shift's nowhere near being over."

"We'll cover the hours you missed. You can't just leave the poor girl here like this, can you, Blake?"

All eyes turned to Weiss, who was currently groaning and shaking her head into her sleeves. What exactly did the Malachite sisters give her…?

It took a few seconds, but Blake sighed and gave in to the offer. At least she gets to go home early, she supposed. "I.. Uh, no, I guess I can't."

The twins once again looked at each other with a triumphant over their eyes, probably feeling satisfied with their work tonight. Blake's never taken even a sliver of an interest in any one person, and they thought they could get another regular out of Weiss if they helped.. Move things along, so to speak.

The sisters walked away without saying anything more. Blake watched them leave, irritated at their meddlesome personalities, but turned her attention to the drunken girl in front of her.

"Weiss, get up. I'm taking you home."

"You… You're what? Who? I'm not doing anything with you, you.. you rudely sexy person, you. Mark my words." Her voice was heavy with intoxication, and though she said she wouldn't go anywhere, she found herself standing up and grabbing her purse. "I'm staying right here! Right here.. G-Give me your arm. I don't feel well."

Alarmed by this information, Blake circled an arm around Weiss' waist and slung her free arm over her shoulder, supporting her weight easily. "Alright, we're going. Just breathe, okay?"

"No, no I don't think I will! I am the heiress to the—hic!—The Schnee company, and I can choose not to breathe, thank you very much!"

The Malachite sisters could only look on with amused expressions as Blake walked Weiss out the door.

This would prove to be a very long night for just about everybody.

It was finally the next morning. A few birds were chirping, and the sound of intermittent cars passing by could be heard from the open window.

Weiss had awoken with a piercing headache, not quite wanting to open her eyes just yet for fear of light, or noise, or just about anything that would cause her pain. Eventually, she sucked it up and pulled herself out of the covers and sat up in the bed, checking her phone for the time.

It read 7:16. Perfect. Right before her alarm was supposed to go off. She quickly shut them off before they could sound and checked through her missed texts and calls. It looks like she got quite a few from Ruby, worried since she hadn't heard from her since the evening before. She started to reply, but she figured she'd fill her in on what happened when she comes over to her and Yang's place later today, as she usually did on their days off.

She also got a notification that Yang started a game of Trivia Crack with her. Weiss internally groaned at this, because Yang somehow was able to beat her more than half the time. And yet the girl can't compile notes to save her life! She'd deal with her later. For now, Weiss was stuck dealing with the nauseating drums of illness and the pains of bitter regret.

'I.. I feel horrible. Wow. Great going, Weiss. Is this seriously what college students like to do? If so, then please leave me out of it. Thank you for the opportunity.'

Rubbing her eyes a bit, Weiss relished the cool feel of the black sheets and wished she could just go.. Back to..

'Wh—Black sheets!?'

Finally realizing that her surroundings were unfamiliar, Weiss inadvertently grabbed more of the bed's comforter and brought it up to her chest, quickly looking around to assess the area.

"Where… Where am I?"

Oh god, she'd been kidnapped. Yep, this was it for her. But of course, she was a Schnee! Surely she could devise a plan to distract her captor and get out of the situation ali—

"Calm down. You're at my place."

Weiss quickly turned to the voice, and all but gaped as Blake stood in front of her, holding a plate of food. Her eyes couldn't help but wander as she noticed Blake's black (of course), lacey underwear and equally black tank top. Her hair was down in a messy but alluring scrawl, and her perfectly toned body made no small statement in the leaking sunlight of the room. Her eyes were half-lidded, maybe even tired, but they were incredible attractive nonetheless.

'Quite the pair of pajamas she has… Fuck.'

Blake raised an eyebrow, but decided not to press the issue. She handed Weiss the plate of food before returning to her desk, where she had laid out her laptop and cup of tea. Blake opened up a browser and proceeded to check her emails and various social media sites.

Silence filled the air as a confused Weiss stared back and forth at Blake and the plate of food, which was a simple spread of eggs and toast. Looking around the room a bit more, she noticed a glass of water was waiting on the nightstand, presumably for her to combat her sure-to-come hangover. Her gaze lowered to herself, and the unfamiliar shirt she was wearing—Did she… Okay, yes, she still had underwear on. Good. But the loose-fitting shirt she had on, with one side of the collar drooping past her shoulder could only belong to Blake. The thought alone colored Weiss' cheeks pink, and she decided she'd better eat before she got any more less-than-noble ideas.

She took a bite of her toast, thinking of some way to stir up conversation. "Um.. Where are my clothes?"

Blake answered, but didn't turn away from her laptop, "They're folded at the foot of the bed. I washed them, too."

"What? Why?"

"Because you sort of vomited on the both of us when I took you home."

"…Oh. Wait, REALLY!? Oh, oh my god! I'm so sorry about that," Weiss covered her face, overwhelmed by the embarrassment of the situation. Fantastic second impression, Weiss. Throwing up on the girl who gave you a lapdance a few days ago.

Blake looked back at Weiss momentarily and gave her a small smile, "It's fine. Don't worry about it."

"Did you sleep in that? Er, where did you sleep, anyhow?" Weiss continued to ask. It wasn't especially accurate that she wanted to know the information, more so than she wanted to hear Blake speak just a little bit more.

"I slept in my own bed, of course. Right next to you. And yes, I slept in this. Were you afraid that I would be sleeping naked or something?"

"I—Well, in a way, maybe."

Blake let out a breath before sipping her tea, "I take off my clothes to pay my bills, Weiss. It's not my way of life or anything."

"I didn't mean it like that! I was just. I'm sorry. I'm just a little disoriented right now. I never expected to wake up in your bed after all." Weiss knew all too well the implications that could arise out of this situation, but of course, a Schnee must take control before things get out of hand. "We didn't, uh.."

"No, I—" Blake sighed, "What do you even take me for?"

"Okay, okay sorry! I get it. But, thank you. Really. You're very kind to have taken care of me," Weiss took another bite of toast and started on her eggs.

Blake turned her chair to fully face Weiss by now, "I think you're taking my kindness a little too far. My bosses practically demanded that I get you out of there after they fed you drinks.. But, yeah, I guess I couldn't leave you there by yourself." Blake smiled at a thought, and figured she'd ask, "Weiss, did you come just to see me?"

The heiress stopped her eating and flicked her eyes to Blake. She cleared her throat before answering, wanting to make this a proper answer. "As a matter of fact, I did. I was informed that you would be working, and so I thought I'd take the opportunity to—"

"So you wanted another lapdance? I can give you one right now, if you'd like," Blake joked.

"N-No! I mean, if you really offered—Okay, just listen! I don't know. With Yang and Ruby on their dates with your coworkers, I thought I'd just stop by and say hi. Or something. I mean. You dance really well, and would it be too imposing if I told you it was maybe, just a little bit nice watching you? Oh my goodness, does that make me some type of pervert or something?"

Blake couldn't help but giggle at the heiress' struggle to say what she wanted. She suddenly had the thought that she'd never seen anyone cuter than the one in her shirt, in her bed, right here and now.

"You're not weird or perverted, trust me. You're probably the most upstanding patron we've had in a long time. Please don't feel embarrassed or wrong if you compliment me on my dancing or my body, it's just part of what I do. It's.. Actually sort of endearing that you told me you liked my stomach, rather than my chest."

Weiss was finishing up her eggs but paused to clarify, "I said that? Holy crap. I'm never getting drunk again."

Blake considered the girl for a moment, and a thought struck her. What sort of reaction could she get out of Weiss, the businessman's daughter who was too well-groomed to know any better? This morning was already interesting enough as it stood, might as well bring it on home.

She stood up and walked to the bed, taking the almost-finished plate of food away from Weiss and setting it on the nightstand. Blake was met with questioning eyes and heated cheeks as she crawled on top of the Schnee girl, knees on either side of Weiss' thighs. Blake settled into her position comfortably, wrapping her wrists loosely around Weiss' neck.

"Wh—Wh—What are you doing!?" Her lips say no, but her hands say "HELL YEAH" as she unwittingly grabbed hold of Blake's waist gently.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed of your upstanding nature. Now, if you were one of those creeps that frequent my workplace, you wouldn't be so stiff, and you'd probably expect me to take my shirt off. Do you expect me to strip for you right now, Weiss?"

She could only gulp, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she was once again being straddled by this beauty—Though this time, in a much more intimate fashion. "No, not at all! Of course not.."

"Right. So, you're saying you don't mind if I—" Blake performed a few of her signature body rolls, slowly and agonizingly much too well, in Weiss' opinion.

'Holy fuck, what do I even do!?' Oh, Weiss. Try to hang in there.

Face as red as a fire truck, Weiss didn't even know where to look or what to think while Blake was administering her physical talents—And so, she panicked and did the next best thing: Embraced the situation and hugged Blake's waist as tightly as possible in a last-ditch effort to make her stop.

"Okay, okay, just—Just stop, please? I can't take any more of this."

It was Blake's turn for a red face, never having actually had someone hug her while she was on their lap. Her ministrations were slowed to a halt and her hands were hovering in the air, unsure whether she was allowed to place them on Weiss or otherwise. She could feel her own heart thumping, nearly beating straight out of her chest at the contact, but did her best to calm down and gently wrap her arms around Weiss' shoulders.

The pair stayed like that for several moments, appreciating the silence and comfort brought to one another. It wasn't every day that you got to just hold someone like that, and especially not for a night worker or an uptight business heiress. As much as they probably thought they should stop… Some connections just couldn't be broken so easily, by logic or reason.

Jeez. Blake was supposed to be the one who embarrassed Weiss, not the other way around.

"Sorry. I just wanted to tease you a little… Um. I can get off, if you want."

Not that Weiss really wanted that, but etiquette called for it. "Oh, y-yeah. Sure." She cleared her throat for good measure as Blake withdrew from her lap.

The two sat in silence for another good few moments before Weiss' phone buzzed a few times, signaling a text. She reached for the device and scrolled through it, letting out a disappointed breath.

"Looks like I've got to get going.. I usually meet Yang and Ruby up on our days off to study. Well, attempt to study, anyhow." Weiss grabbed her clothes, unfolding the leggings she wore the night before. With a slight blush, she looked up at Blake gingerly, "Is it okay if I get dressed?"

Blake tilted her head at the strange question, "Yes, why wouldn't it be?"

. . .

Realization hit her. "O-Oh, sorry, yeah, go ahead." She turned and faced the wall while Weiss dressed herself.

After dressing, Weiss excused herself to Blake's restroom, where she washed her face in an attempt to clean off the shame of last night. She tried to make sure she wasn't leaving anything behind; the previous night was a blur, so she was at least slightly sure that she had everything she'd brought in the first place.

"If you could direct me to the nearest bus stop, that would be great," she asked, slinging her purse over one shoulder.

"No need. I'll give you a ride to your friend's."

"Are you sure?" Weiss thought she might offer, but she wasn't counting on it absolutely. "Thank you, that'd be great… Are we taking a.. Car…?"

"Yes, what else would we take? A bike?"

"… I thought maybe you might just use the bus for transportation."

Blake looked at Weiss with a serious expression. "You 'think' a lot of things. You're actually kind of rude, you know that?"

Locking the door behind her, Blake led Weiss down the stairs of the apartment complex and into the parking garage. Weiss directed Blake to Ruby and Yang's house, making small talk along the way. It wasn't terribly active conversation, but it was nice nonetheless, Weiss thought. She still wasn't sure how to feel about the events of last night leading into the morning, but taking things in stride is just what she's been having to deal with lately, much to her dismay.

Blake pulled up to the curb of their house, shutting off the car. She waited for Weiss to gather her things.

"Thank you so much, for everything. Again. I'm sorry you had to deal with all of my slovenliness," Weiss said, preparing to open the door.

"No, it's no problem. Thanks for livening up my life for once," Blake smiled. Her eyes cast down for a moment but returned to Weiss' to ask one more thing, "Weiss?"

"Yeah?"

"... Would it be alright if we exchanged numbers?"

The heiress smiled inwardly and bit her lip at the request, which she was secretly hoping to receive before she exited the car. "I suppose we could."

An exhausted Weiss had just come through the door to her friends' house, all but dragging her purse along with her.

"I'm here, you—"

"WEISS!" Ruby slammed into the heiress at full speed, crushing her in a locked embrace. "Where were you!? Oh my god, we thought you died!"

"No, no I didn't die—Rgh, Ruby get off!—I just.. Some stuff happened last night. It was insane."

"You're not hurt, are you? You—Oh, Weiss, your clothes smell really good. Did you get new detergent?"

Weiss rolled her eyes and proceeded to flop onto their couch. "I was at Blake's last night."

A loud voice yelled from the kitchen, "Whoa, you sure work fast, Schnee!"

"Whatever you're thinking, that is NOT what happened!" Schnee yelled back.

Yang skittered out of the kitchen with an apron on and an oven mitt in hand, leaning over the back of the couch to talk with Weiss. "Seriously though, how'd that even happen? You totally went to see her last night, didn't you?"

"Yes, but it wasn't because of you, okay? I'll just.. Tell you guys about it later on or something. I really don't feel like discussing the messy details right now." Weiss turned her attention to Ruby this time, "But you, missy! How did your evening go with Cinder?"

Ruby scratched her cheek bashfully, "I, uhh.. Well, she's.. Something?"

Weiss raised an eyebrow. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, Ruby Rose wins the award for most descriptive. And!?"

"We, I dunno, just watched a movie and stuff. She was actually pretty sweet. And, we.. maybesortofkissed," Ruby flinched preemptively after that last part.

Yang swung around post-haste at the comment, "What!? That woman laid her hands on my sis!?"

"Yang, it was just a peck, seriously! I'm an adult now too, hmph."

Weiss chuckled at the Yang's always overprotective nature toward Ruby. "And what about you, Xiao Long? Tell me allll about short, silent and scary."

"Whoa, hey. She's not even that scary. But, you know, it was kind of nice? Again, she's not that much of a talker, but I think we really connected, you know? Like, I let her hold my hand and stuff. But her grip is super strong…" Yang reminisced about Neo's small, but deathly hands. "A-Anyway, breakfast is almost ready. Hope you're hungry!"

"I already ate, but thank you."

"Ohhh, I bet you did."

A laughing Yang retreated to the kitchen after being chased by a flying pillow, courtesy of Weiss. Ruby decided to help out, leaving Weiss to her own devices on the couch. She attempted to relax, but was interrupted by an all-too-familiar buzzing noise.

She reached into her pocket to slide out her phone and check her messages, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of one particular message:

Hey, it's Blake. I know we just saw each other, but would you like to go out sometime? Maybe some coffee? I'm off tomorrow night, do you have class?

To which Weiss eagerly replied,

I'd love to. Tomorrow night is perfect.

a/n: Well, that's it, that's the end. I really liked how it ended on the first chapter but I just couldn't resist expanding on this just a little bit further.

So yes this is the 'last' installment for Evening at Malachite's. But you know what? Stay tuned for an M-rated sequel which will undoubtedly delve into our favorite couple's... more explicit romantic experiences. Aka the first real sex scene I write for Monochrome. YAY.

Let me know what you think!