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TSO A/N: 3-23-15: Oh man, if you guys could see the dirty pinups we use when we write… I expect this chapter to take a long time only because of the fact that it is a Cinder chapter.

Dark Shaquille, let me start simply by saying that every part, every line, every interaction between Cinder and the rest of the characters is either written or closely overseen by me. If you have a problem with the Cinder parts, I am the person you should be complaining to, not Ζωή. I am the one who made Cinder a Schnee, and I am the one that pitched a story to Ζωή about Cinder being a Schnee last June. The real reason why Cinder was so hard to write is because we had just gotten finished writing the dance lessons, so both of us were in the wrong mindset for writing Cinder. As for the "weird scene", it would have been much more cohesive in a more visual medium where we could easily show every character reacting to the situation around them. As it stands, writing eight characters doing something with considerable detail every time someone says a line leaves the dialogue so spread out and confusing that there is no way it could be written with any form of narrative flow.

We managed to yet again shoutout to fatmanfalling (at least three times in one scene). We don't even try, it just keeps happening.

—TSO

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Okay, so this chapter was a lot more fun to write than I originally thought it was going to be. Turns out all we need is to actually know what we want to write. And also, note to self, do not read the chapters in sections, because that makes it seem much worse than it actually is... I have nothing to say about the dirty pinups we use other than dayam! :P And now on to the reviews! (We got 3 reviews this time, which was a nice change. Thanks, you guys!)

~DarkShaquille: I don't really have anything to say. I think TSO covered everything, and I agree with what she said :)
~Xcellll: We've been meaning to mention that actually. Yes, while writing the previous chapter (6), we decided that the whole Ladybug thing wasn't really needed. Especially since we only added it because we both shipped it at the time this story was born. So we decided to have Winter take Ruby's place, and, for obvious reasons, having Ruby dating Blake and Blake being married to Weiss and also fool around with Winter is something that is simply not going to work. And we're not too willing to try and make it work either. Anyways, long story short, no Ladybug! Also, thank you for the fav and the follow! If you enjoy this chapter, I hope to see you over to our side story, Chauffeur Service :D
~Thedoctor24601: Well would you look who decided to drop by! Glad you enjoyed the previous chapter(s), Rubes! Poor everyone but Blake 'cause that girl is having herself some serious fun! Well, if you ignore the fact that she had to get married to Weiss without even being asked. Eeh, technicalities. She's still having fun :P

7.

The morning light of the sun shone through the curtain upon the sleeping form beneath the bedsheets, most rudely interrupting her enjoyable relief from the pain of the day. Her fiery eyes opened, illuminated by the brilliant, and quite honestly annoying light.

Cinder swept her gaze over her sleeping teammates, knowing that this month would be their last as a whole team. She didn't want to think about how they would react or what would happen to her when her father's funding ran out, she didn't even know what to tell them or how to start the discussion. At the moment she still had fifteen thousand lien, but she was given that to pay for her next semester of schooling. She could try to use it to make a new life for herself, but that was an uncertain future for her. The rent in the area was probably cheaper than her education, though, so she would probably be able to last longer off of that than she would at school.

Cinder lay in bed, watching her team members sleep, until Smaragda awoke. The Schnee readied herself for the other girl to start yelling at them all to get up, and was a little surprised when her teammate's loud voice never reached her ears. Smaragda woke Glynda first, and then Obrey, whispering sensual nothings into their ears before awakening them. When she finally moved to wake Cinder, the girl pretended to be asleep if only to hear what the girl would whisper to her. "Firecrotch, baby, it's time for the sweet sensual arousal of your morning. If you don't get up, you'll miss out on the vigorous escapades of the day ahead, honey."

The former Schnee opened her eyes and looked deeply into her teammate's lavender orbs, "Do you do that every time you wake us up?" The other girl blushed but didn't respond.

Once everyone was dressed, the team made their way to the city. It was a weekend, and they usually avoided a school meal whenever they could.

The team went to The Splendid Table, settling for a round booth in the back of the restaurant, and sat in team order, clockwise, like the always did for some reason.

A perky waitress dressed in a button-up argyle shirt and tight black pants walked up to them, "Welcome to The Splendid Table. I assume your mornings have all been… splendid," Cinder sighed, a small groan escaping her lips, "my name is Sugar. Can I get you ladies started with any drinks this morning?"

Glynda ordered her drink first, "I would like puppy tears, please." The rest of the team looked at their leader, a bit shocked that she would choose something so strong for the morning.

The waitress blinked, "Ma'am, it's a bit early for that, don't you think?"

Glynda looked at the woman, a soft expression on her face, "It's never too early for puppy tears, love."

The woman looked Glynda over, sighing, "Okay… I'm going to need an ID for that…"

Glynda gasped, "Carded again? Of course… Curse my good genes," Obrey giggled as Glynda drew forth her scroll and let the woman see her age. Olivia Broadchester, born October 13, 1967. Age: 25.

The woman sighed and took the drink order, before moving on to Smaragda, "And what would you like to drink?"

The girl looked at Sugar for a second 'Well, I guess Glynda set the standard for this meal,' "Well, Sugar," she smiled, "I would like Easy Street Wheat." She held out her scroll when prompted, Gowen Getter, born April 7, 1970. Age: 22. The waitress wrote it down before looking to Cinder.

The girl reached for her scroll before remembering she was still pregnant, "May I have an iced tea?" The Waitress nodded, 'At least one of them is responsible,' taking her order before turning to Obrey.

"I'll have a Fat Tire… and puppy tears… and a crown royal," she said, a smile on her face. 'Let's see Glynda top that.' Sugar just went with it, not even asking for ID. Even Glynda gaped at their teammate.

"Damn, girl? Are planning on us carrying you around for the rest of the day?" The redhead averted her eyes from Smaragda's judgemental gaze rather than answer her question.

When the woman left, Cinder looked to the rest of team GΣCO, "Ladies, there is something you need to know."

The Smaragda looked at her, "You aren't pregnant again, are you?"

Cinder blinked, "How does that even work?"

The olive-skinned girl was a tad confused by that question. "Well, my last litter had two sires, so… It just does?"

Cinder giggled 'This girl has clearly spent her life with Faunus.' "That's because you're a cat. That doesn't happen to humans," she explained as the waitress set down their drinks, Obrey immediately pouring her shots into her beer. Cinder continued, "How are the kittens, by the way?"

The young woman sighed, looking down, "They're with my parents, back in Mistral. I haven't seen them in a while, though." She took a sip of her beer, looking down, "I was hoping I could spend some time with them this summer, but I don't think I can afford the trip home. Bobby is doing fine, last I checked. Bla—"

The blonde cut off the Faunus, "Cinder, what is it you wanted to talk about? I can tell you're stalling, so spill." Smaragda gave her partner a hurt look as Glynda slammed back the shot of puppy tears before looking back to Cinder, tapping the table for another drink. After a moment's hesitation, she gently tugged on the waitress's skirt. "Actually, can I just have the bottle? Thanks." Obrey tried to hide her disappointment at this, taking a sip as a cover.

Cinder swallowed, looking at her team leader, she had to tell them at some time. She took a long sip of her tea first, though. "The problem is that my father has discovered my incredulity and has cut my education funding." Her eyes fell, "Unless I can find another source of money, this will be my last month at Beacon. When the semester is over, I will be gone forever."

There was a long silence as her team stared at her, broken only by the woman returning with Glynda's drink.

The blonde looked to the waitress, "... ummmm… Can you make that two bottles? I think I might need it." The woman looked at the faces of the tense girls at the table, rolled her eyes, and went back to the liquor cabinet without asking any questions.

Glynda poured another shot and slammed that one too, "What are you talking about, Cinder?"

The pregnant woman hung her head, "My father… When I first came here, he told me that the one rule I had to abide by was to maintain my... purity. He didn't want 'tainted goods' for when he arranged my marriage."

Obrey scoffed, taking a sip of her beer, "Arranged your marriage? What century is he from?"

Cinder looked at the pale redhead, "My father is the owner of a multi-billion lien company in Atlas. An upper-class Atlesian would be an idiot to not arrange marriages for the benefit of his company."

Smaragda looked at Cinder, "Wait, what is an upper-class Atlesian's daughter doing at Beacon anyway? Wouldn't he want you behind some desk somewhere? You know, where you would be able to learn how to manage an estate and have an influence on the future and whatnot?"

The brunette looked at the other girl, "My father wanted me to have this education. I think he did it so that I would die and he could give the company to Orich… It's the simplest way that leaves him with an untouched criminal record."

Glynda nodded, taking a swig from the bottle, "It's probably true… I mean, huntsmen either die or end up teaching at the academy; and I don't think any of us would ever want to be teachers." There was a hint of repulsion in her voice as she said that.

Obrey took a sip of her drink, "You least of all, Glynda. Like, can you even imagine that? Glynda Goodwitch, queen of negligence, a teacher at Beacon?" They all had a good laugh at that notion.

Cinder looked at her leader, "She'd probably lose all her students on their first field trip." The girls laughed again as the brunette took another sip of her tea.

Once that was over, Obrey ran her pink eyes over the rest of her team, sighing. "Well, guys, we have one month left together. Does anyone know what we should do with Firecrotch for that time?" Cinder smirked at the pet name. Of all her memories of Beacon, that week would certainly be her favorite.

The green-haired girl looked at Cinder, putting on her sunglasses and finishing her beer, "Well, I guess we'll have to make the most of our remaining time together," she said.

Obrey took the sunglasses off her ambitious friend, "Hold on there. I know you're itching at the bit to get going, but we haven't even had breakfast yet." Smaragda groaned in disappointment, snatching her sunglasses back.

Glynda looked at her partner as team GΣCO "walked" out of the diner, "Okay, how does your plan for Cinder's last month with us start?"

The olive girl looked around for a moment, spying some clothing stores in the distance, "I know just the place to begin…"

The girls all looked in the direction Smaragda was looking, all to see the Foxy Lady Gentlemen's Club, "NO, we can't do that! They'll recognise us! Especially Cinder and Glynda!"

"Yeah, I don't think anyone will forget that show any time soon," Glynda giggled, stumbling slightly.

The Faunus looked at them in confusion for a moment, "What? Oh, no, not there. The store beside it!"

Cinder was the first to speak. "Ohh, that one…"

Obrey giggled after a realizing which edifice her friend was refering to, "Hey, Glynda, isn't that the place where you tried on that cute blouse, and it ripped in half 'cuz your bust was too heavy for it?"

Glynda looked at Cinder's partner, "No, Obrey, Olivia Broadchester did that!" she said in an mildly offended tone.

The other girls giggled at Glynda's lame attempt at dodging the blame, "Okay, let's just try some clothes on. Maybe we can buy some stuff for Cinder t—"

The Fall immediately cut the redhead off, "I am not some charity case!"

Smaragda looked at the brunette, "Think of them as going away presents. You didn't think we'd let you leave empty-handed, right?"

Cinder rolled her eyes, with a smirk on her face, "We all know you just want to see me in my underwear."

The Faunus scoffed, rolling her lavender eyes, "Well, can you blame me?"

The other girls all replied in unison, laughing, "Yes."

Cinder looked at her friend, "Smaragda, you can't be subtle with this, we know you too well."

The four made their way to the store with smiles on their somewhat flushed faces, Glynda leading the way.

"Ladies," the store owner greeted them, smiling widely.

"Creeper at ten o'clock," the redhead whispered.

Smaragda laughed, "Shut up, Obrey. Not every man you see wants to touch your boobs. God…"

"Don't say I didn't warn you," the girl sung slightly.

Glynda chuckled, "Let's not ruin the moment with your paranoia, Obby."

The olive girl looked to her team, "Okay ladies, let's get some new clothes on."

The Faunus spied some mint green blouses in the window and made a beeline for them, ignoring the employees asking her if she wanted help finding anything. Obrey looked around for a second before heading for the dresses, dragging her partner with her, despite the latter's mild protests. The blonde chose to follow the two girls.

The three dispersed around a dress rack the moment they got there.

Cinder was looking at a long white gown when she heard an excited gasp coming from her partner, "Why don't you try on... this one!" exclaimed Obrey, holding an ornately beaded tight-fitting green dress in front of her.

The brunette looked at the dress for a moment, she had to admit it looked beautiful, but she wouldn't be caught dead wearing that skimpy thing. The neck was cut way too low and the skirt was too short for her to even consider it, "Green is not my color. And you know I won't be able to fit in it in a couple of months."

Smaragda, who was now standing nearby with a blouse in hand, had witnessed the exchange, and walked closer to her friends. "Hmm… You're right," she grabbed the dress from Obrey's hands. "Plus, green is totally my color so... Thanks!" she heard her teammates chuckling as she moved towards the fitting rooms.

"I'm just gonna look over there," said Obrey pointing to the opposite end of the store, where the jewelry was. Cinder nodded in response, moving to stand nearer her leader.

"So... Have you thought of what you're going to do when the month is over?" Glynda asked her teammate when they were left alone.

Cinder sighed, "No, not really. I'll have to find a job, that's for sure. And somewhere to live."

"He kicked you out of the house?" the taller girl gasped.

"That's the first thing he did, actually. I'm pretty sure he was just waiting for me to screw up so he could disown me or something."

Glynda's partner returned, looking at Cinder, "So? What do you think?" She twirled around, and her two teammates looked at her with wide eyes, looking as if they were about to have a heart attack.

"You're bloody naked!" Glynda yelled.

The girl looked down at the dress, her chest seemed covered… then she noticed herself in the mirror. The girl gasped, and gave the skirt a sharp tug, trying to at least get to a state where she wasn't flashing everyone who could see her. She gave up when her breasts popped out the top of the dress and ran back into the dressing room. Obrey followed her teammate back, "Mary, that thing looks like it's painted on you... Do you think you'll need help getting it off?"

Cinder sighed. "And that is why you should always wear underwear…"

"She's against them," came Obrey's voice from behind the stall door.

Glynda laughed, "Nobody is complaining… except Cinder."

The Faunus yelled between breaths, "Cinder's always complaining... It doesn't count!" A small yelp was heard as the dress was finally tugged off.

Glynda looked at Cinder, "Okay, what kind of job do you think you can get?"

The brunette sighed, she didn't really know, "I've considered working at a bakery down on the west side…"

Glynda shook her head, "No… A full time job's not really up your alley. Not with the baby coming and all... Have you tried stripping?"

The girl glared at her team leader, "Like that is up my alley?" She turned back to looking through the dresses after a long silence, "Besides, we can't anymore, remember... Jiggly Juggz?"

Unlike Cinder, Glynda could only cringe at the pet name, "Right… Pity. You do have the experience for it, too." She held up a pink sundress for Cinder to see, "What do you think of this one?"

The Atlesian rolled her eyes, "It's not really your style. Like, when was the last time you wore a sundress? And I like how you always seem to forget that we all have the same experience."

The blonde stopped looking at dresses and let her head hang slightly with a sigh, "Don't remind me."

Cinder scoffed, "You were the one who chose the mission…"

The blonde looked at her friend, innocence on her face, "I thought we were driving important people around!"

A faint chuckle came from the other girl's lips, "That's a chauffeur, genius."

"How was I supposed to know that?!"

Now the brunette was laughing, "Because it was obvious? Look, at least we caught the drug lords in the end, and we have one hell of a story for our first mission."

Glynda looked up at the ceiling, "I told you not to remind me…" Her head turned sharply to face the Brunette, "Also, Smaragda was completely useless for nearly all of the next semester and the headmaster got fired for sending minors who were also conviently his students to work at the strip club he was known for frequenting."

The girl shrugged, "Eh, he was kinda creepy. I like this Ironwood guy a lot more." Glynda nodded and the two resumed looking at dresses in silence.

Suddenly, Smaragda threw the dressing room door open, wearing the green blouse and black pants, "Jade Thunder is in da house, biatchez!"

Glynda blinked, the girl must have been in the dressing room for at least fifteen minutes, "Did you get lost back there?"

Cinder was relieved her teammate was at least wearing clothes,"Why are you wearing Obby's pants?"

The olive girl looked down, "Oh, uhhhhh well, I wanted to try them on. What do you guys think?"

Cinder looked at the Faunus, "They look better on Obrey. You don't have the right butt for them."

Glyda eyed the girl's rear, 'She does seem to overfill them...' and nodded in agreement. The blonde looked back at the front of her partner and giggled a bit, "Besides, your aversion to underwear has also left the pants brutally pulled into your kitty parts."

"But… But…"

"No butt, yes cameltoe," Glynda pointed to the dressing room, "go put them back on Obrey."

Smaragda looked down again, "What about the blouse?"

The blonde considered it for a moment, "Well… It does look good with the pants…" the Faunus smiled, "but the pants don't look good on you."

"Ugh, you prudes." The girl turned her head, "Obrey, what did you think?"

A voice came from the dressing room, "I think they're right. Now give me back my pants!"

Smaragda began to unbutton her shirt as she walked back into the dressing room, showing her teammates a fair amount of skin in the process. Obrey, of course, got another full view of the Faunus.

Cinder sighed, gently rubbing her belly, "Is there anything I can actually try on that looks good?"

Glynda held something up, "It doesn't look good, but you can try it on."

Cinder looked at the nightgown and pushed it away. "Please, don't make me stoop to that level, Glyn."

After a moment, the blonde handed the Atlesian another dress, "How about this." The dress was royal purple in color, and a little longer than what Cinder was used to. A bit looser as well. The brunette eyed the oversize dress skeptically. "It's because you're-" Glynda started, but didn't manage to finish.

"I know why, Glynda," Cinder interrupted, taking the dress to look at it better. "The color is nice…" she muttered. "I'm not too thrilled about the sleeves though. That's a weird length…" Her hand ran over the neckline, "I don't know, Glyn. It's so… not me."

The blonde sighed and rolled her eyes, "Just go try it on, and if you really don't like it, we'll find something else. There are more stores around here; we can go to a matern-"

"Don't you say it! I'm trying it on," the pregnant girl made her way hurriedly to the changing rooms.

Cinder stood in the changing room looking at the baggy article of clothing. She knew at some point she was going to have to admit she looked like a camel, but this really wasn't the time for it.

A voice drifted in from outside the door, "Do you need any help with that, Firecrotch?"

The former Schnee rested her head against the wall, 'Of course'. "Not from you, Mary. Anyone but you." A smirk came to her face, "I don't need to sire your next litter."

The Faunus tilted her head in confusion. She was certain the brunette was a girl; but at the same time, maybe there was something she didn't know about humans, "Can you even do that?"

Cinder's lack of response left her slightly worried.

It took her some time to get enough courage to walk back out to her team. The dress seemed so baggy that it made her almost feel fat. It seemed far from flattering, but Glynda would want to see her in it, so there was nothing she could do to avoid being seen in this dress by at least her leader.

"Okay…" came the brunette's voice as she walked out for her teammates to see. "How is it?"

Obrey looked at her partner, "That thing was pretty on the hanger, but on you it's gorgeous, Cindy!"

"For the hundredth time, don't call me Cindy."

Smaragda walked up the the brunette, running her hand over the cloth. "This color really suits you actually... You should stop wearing red all the time." Her fingers wandered farther up the dress, "And that neckline! See? Being pregnant can have it's perks too. Your boobs look great!"

"I'm still not sure about the sleeves," she mused, giving them a slight tug.

Obrey took her turn to feel the cloth, "Well, I, for one, think it's beautiful. And it doesn't even show that you're pregnant. Plus, that little belt under the bust is so cute."

"I think it makes you look less bovine than before… and it does make those udders seem bigger."

Cinder glared at her leader, "Thank you for your insightful contribution, Glynda."

After picking out a few more dresses, the girls moved over to the jewelry part of the store.

They went over various items, trying on the majority of them. Cinder picked up a beautiful rose onyx earring, but it's partner was malachite, so she wasn't really too keen on them.

Smaragda held up some large emerald pear cut earrings, "Glynda, don't you think these would look great dangling from my ears?"

Glynda paused, eyeing the girl's form, considering the options. "I dunno; I think they'd look better as tassels…" she mused.

The Faunus looked at her partner, "Actually, I think they match your eyes. Here, bend over so I can put them on you." She approached, the blonde giggling softly as she leaned forward so the shorter girl could place the jewelry.

A moment later, she turned to look in the mirror, "My, my, Mary. They do match my eyes."

"They're beautiful," said the other girl, who had stepped closer so Glynda could see her in the mirror too. "Add them with the rest of the stuff?"

Glynda smiled, "Add them with the rest of the stuff." Her eyes scanned the rest of the shop as Smaragda walked away, earrings in hand. Cinder and Obrey were standing over another display case, looking at what appeared to be bracelets.

"Look how pretty this one is," she heard Obrey say as she picked up a bracelet with yellow stones on it.

Cinder looked at it, "I don't know, Obby... How about this one?" She held up a ruby version of the bracelet for Obrey to see.

The blonde walked up shaking her head, "No, girl, you can't keep picking red every time you see something." She held up a gold chain anklet with different jewels, dark reddish-brown garnets, dangling down from the links, "How about this, instead?" Cinder eyed it warily, the jewels seemed a bit dark for her taste… "As a compromise," the redhead added.

Cinder relented, and Smaragda watched intently as she lifted her leg, placing it on the counter to clasp the anklet on. The Faunus stared up the other girl's skirt the whole time. The two other team members looked at the anklet, ignoring the voyeuristic girl behind them. Obrey ran her fingers over her partner's lower leg, one of exceptional class and fine breeding, "Cinder, it looks beautiful on you. Why didn't you want to try it on?"

Glynda chuckled, "Obby, everything looks good on her legs."

The Faunus had returned to the group, the earrings in a pile along with the clothes on the other side of the store, "Wow, Cinder… that anklet was made for your leg." There was a hint of lust in her voice as her tongue ran over her lips suggestively.

Cinder pulled her ankle away from the Faunus, taking her foot off the counter and lowering her leg to the ground. "Thank you, Mary."

There was an awkward moment before the four turned away from each other and shopped some more. Eventually, they felt satisfied with the amount of clothing they had amassed, and finally approached the counter to buy everything.

The man behind the counter picked up the pile of clothing and began to scan the tags, "I see you four have good taste. Let me guess," he scanned the earrings and held them up, "these are yours?" He looked at Glynda, who nodded. "They seem like something you would like, they match your eyes." The other three became more and more puzzled as the man accurately identified the owner of each article he was selling, "I haven't been doing this for years without learning a thing or two about women." Of course, the secret to the act was that he watched the patrons pick out their clothing, and simply remembered who was buying what.

The shop owner finished ringing up the four girls and looked to them, "Thats one anklet, some green earrings, one mint blouse, a maternity dress," Cinder cringed at that, "and five other dresses. Will that be all, ladies?"

Glynda nodded, "Yes, thank you."

The man nodded, glanced at the register, and looked back to the girls, "That'd be 1059£, please. Oh, and we only accept cash here."

Their leader's eyelid twitched as Smaragda whispered to her, "Woah, that's a lot of lien..."

The brunette looked at all of the things, "Ummm… I don't really need the anklet…"

"800£, then Mrs."

She reached to her purse, prepared to pay everything like she usually did. "Cinder, what are you doing?"

The woman looked at Smaragda, "Paying for the clothes, obviously."

"No, no, honey. Not this time. That dress is from us. Like a... A parting gift, remember? And we can take care of ourselves," Glynda broke eye contact at that, casting her gaze to the floor. Seeing how her earrings were half that price, the fend for yourself option wasn't sounding too hot.

Cinder glared at the Faunus, "I thought I made it clear that I don't want your pity."

"It's not pity, Cinder. It's what any friend would do for another friend. Now stop being so stubborn and just accept that you have caring friends, okay?"

"Whatever." The girl put back her clutch, secretly relieved she wasn't going to have to cover this too. "Okay, where to next?"

Smaragda felt her stomach turning a bit as she handed the man her part of the cost, "I'm kinda hungry..."

Obrey laughed, throwing the Faunus a wink, "You're always hungry, Mary."

The four began to leave the store at that point, carrying their goods with them, "That-" the olive-skinned girl paused, thinking, "is so true actually."

The girl looked down the street. Seeing no immediate food options, she turned to her team, "Quick snack break and then we can go to that dust shop a couple of blocks from here. I need more dust rounds for my baby."

Cinder looked at her teammate, "Stop being creepy about your weapon. It's weird."

"Shut up, Cinder. You only wish you had a weapon as good as mine."

The brunette scoffed, "Weapons are overrated."

Glynda slapped the Faunus with her crop, "Stop. Both of you. We're not having the weapon conversation again. Not as long as it's clear that mine tops yours by miles."

Obrey looked at her teammates, "Okay... So, where are we stopping for food?"

Smaragda was the first to suggest something. Something near, something fast, something cheap. "The Phở King?"

Glynda gagged slightly, "Ew, no. The food is disgusting there..."

Her partner laughed, "You only say that because you think you got food poisoning from there."

"I don't think I did, I actually did!"

Obrey looked to Glynda, "That or, you know, you drank too much wine again. For the thousandth time, it's alcohol, not water."

Cinder spoke up, "Can we just go to Brewed Awakening?"

Smaragda looked at the brunette, "You only want to go that place because Jasper works there during the weekends."

The former Schnee raised her hands slightly, "So what if I do? I haven't told him about me having to drop out yet. He deserves to know."

The redhead nodded, "She's right, Mary. He is partly responsible for this, after all."

Team GΣCO walked down the street for two blocks and took a right, chatting about nothing in particular. One block further, and the shop in question came into view.

The four girls stepped into the coffee shop, the Faunus immediately making her way to the counter, making her order. "Toasted white bread. Dry. Nothing on it."

The Barista, Kandi by the name tag, looked at the girl, "You want anything to go with your bread? … Other than two whole fried chickens?"

The Faunus paused. Fried chicken did sound nice, but she wasn't that hungry, "No, thank you."

Glynda was the next to order. "I'll just have a coffee. Black."

Kandi looked at the giantess, "Okay, ma'am"

Obrey took her order next, "I'll have an iced cappuccino."

Cinder walked up, "I'll just have dusted water. Burn, please. Oh, and a poppyseed muffin."

Once their food was paid for and given to them, the brunette made her way toward the counter again, "Excuse me, may I speak to Jasper?"

The girl smiled and nodded, leaning back and turning her head to the kitchen door, "Hey, Jasper, you've got another girl asking for you!"

A muffled voice emanated from the kitchen, "Is it Tiffanny? Tell her I'm not here if it is. Unless it's Candra. Then send her back." The Fall began to walk purposefully toward the source of the voice when she heard this.

The barista had a confused look on her face as she eyed the former Schnee, "No... it's a brunette. A pregnant one at that."

The sound of dishes breaking was the sign of realization, "Tell Patrick I'm on break right now!" There were hurried footsteps in the kitchen as Cinder ran through the door.

The young man on the other side looked up, "Hi, my love?"

Cinder glared at the man, "I see you're happy to see me, baby." she hissed

His back stiffened as he turned around, looking over the mother of his child as he did so, "I… Of course I am, honey. I've been thinking about you all the time. How have you been doing?"

"I've been cut off from my family. I have to drop out of the academy. You know, the usual," the former Schnee shrugged at this, feigning indifference, but her tone was by no means any less aggressive than before.

The man turned his head away, avoiding eye contact, "Oh. Well, that's too bad. I would have considered helping you if I could."

The brunette's hard look contradicted strongly with the now sweet tone of her voice, "You're always so thoughtful..."

He turned to the coatrack to put on his coat, "Of course. You know I love you."

Cinder sneered at him as he walked to the exit, "Jasper, I can see all the signs of our deep love every day."

The man looked back at her before closing the door, "I know you do."

The girl called just before the barrier between them completely closed, "I suppose you'll be spending your break with this Chandra girl, then?"

The click of the door handle was the only response she received. Cinder sighed, turning back to the door she came from. She worked to regain her calm composure while making her way out of the room and back into the dining area.

The girl strode to the table her team was sitting at, her grace hiding the disappointment she had in the man. Glynda turned her green eyes to the brunette, "So how'd it go?"

Cinder shrugged, setting herself into a chair around the small table. "He took it about as well as I expected him to."

The olive girl took a large and offensive bite of her dry white bread, swallowing it almost without chewing first, "I still can't believe he wants nothing to do with his own child."

The redhead sighed, shaking her head, "I can see it."

Glynda nodded, "Yeah…So, what's your plan for dealing with this?"

Cinder sighed, "Same as before. I can't let the bastard's lack of heart drag me down." Her voice seeping determination.

The blonde looked at her friend, "I meant for dealing with the lack of heart"

The girl took a sip of her dusted water, looking down at the table with a sigh, "Oh, I don't really know."

The Faunus finished her bread, stealing a sip of Glynda's coffee to down it all, receiving a slap on the wrist and a glare from the taller girl. "How many times have I told you not to drink from my coffee?"

Smaragda slapped the blonde's hand back, speaking to her team as she did so, "Okay, so, let's get to that dust store, shall we?" She started stroking her weapon, "My poor baby is hungry. If I don't get that dust, it's as good as dead. I might as well just leave it under the pillow when I get up."

Glynda turned to the girl, "You keep your weapon under your pillow?"

Mary blinked, "Of course I do," she deadpanned. "What if I need it?"

Obrey stared at her, raising an eyebrow, "In the middle of the night?"

A slight blush crept over her tanned skin, "...You never know with these things."

Cinder giggled, choking slightly on her water, "Well, yeah, you really never do know…"

Glynda finished her coffee, "Okay, team, we'll go to the dust store next."

The other two finished off their glasses and team GΣCO stood to go.

Cinder hadn't managed to sleep the night before, and neither had the rest of the team. What was supposed to be just another normal night with her friends had turned into a farewell party that not only did she not ask for, but it was also the one thing she had been trying to avoid. She knew that herself and Glynda would be calm and collected, just like she also knew that Smaragda and Obrey would be anything but; and she was right.

The brunette smiled slightly as she thought of the previous night. The gates of Beacon were now standing tall before her, while her broken team, 'GΣO,' she thought sadly, was a few paces behind.

"I suppose this will be the last time we meet?" she sighed.

Her partner took a step forward, and looked into her fiery eyes, "No, Cindy, don't say that. I'm sure we'll keep in touch," she smiled encouragingly.

The girl looked away, "I don't know, Obby, the world is such a large place…"

"Hey… We'll always have Beacon, dear," another voice came as Cinder felt the Faunus putting a hand on her shoulder.

Cinder smiled, softly. "I know Mary, I know"

"Cinder, if you ever need anything, just call us, okay?"

"I'll try to keep that in mind, Glyn," the girl nodded and turned to face back to the gate.

She laughed quietly when she felt Obrey grab her arm, "We'll never forget you, Cinder," the brunette's back stiffened when the redhead suddenly wrapped her arms around her former teammate.

"I wish you didn't have to leave, we need you, honey." The olive girl giggled a bit, "Nobody could work the pole like you, Firecrotch," she said with a wink, making Cinder roll her eyes in response.

Glynda, sighed, deciding this would be a good a time as any for what she planned to do, "Cinder, there is something I want you to have," she said as she took a couple of steps closer, "to remember us." The blonde got down on one knee, a small felt box in her hand.

The brunette's breath hitched slightly, "Glynda… What... I…" The box opened. Cinder sighed in relief when she saw that there wasn't a ring in it. Instead, the leader of team GΣCO withdrew the garnet anklet.

"May I have your leg?" Cinder let out a soft, but nervous, laugh as Glynda lifted the girl's right leg slightly, running gentle hands down her calve.

"Glynda, why did you get me this?" She let her leg fall back down when the jewelry was secured around her ankle. "You didn't need to."

Smaragda moved behind Glynda, "We all got you this," she hesitated for a moment, "because we love you, Cinder."

The former schnee backed up, shaking her head, "Oh, no, girls, you shouldn't h -"

Glynda "Yes, Cinder, we should have. Never say that."

The girl nodded, there was no need to defy the blonde at this point, "Well… thank you guys… but, again, I am not a charity case…"

The redhead shook her head, stepping forward, "Please stop saying that. Gifts aren't a sign of pity, honey."

Their leader looked to her former team member, "I agree with Obby on this. Now go, your future awaits. We're only stalling you from this."

Mary giggled a bit, "Go, Firecrotch. Go and… take over the world... or something."

Cinder laughed, "Are you trying to push me away?"

"Yes, you bloody wanker."

The redhead gasped, turning to her fearless leader, "Glynda!" she hissed.

Smaragda stepped toward the brunette. She almost caressed her friend in some way, but had to remind herself that Cinder wasn't into that. "She doesn't mean it, Cindy…" the girl sighed. "She's just… bitter about you going."

"She needs to get out of our care at some point…"

The brunette smiled slightly, "It's okay, Glynda, you're fine." The girl looked over her team one last time, "She's right, ladies, I really should get going if I don't want to spend the rest of my life here."

The redhead looked down at her feet, unwilling to let their time as a team end, "Well… I guess we have to let you go at some point…"

Glynda nodded, "I think you should leave before this goes on forever."

The former Schnee sighed turning to the gate, "I suppose I should." She took a step, her foot landing on the other side of the barrier, never to return.

Mary couldn't help but call out one last time. "Bye, Cinder!"

She responded, refusing to look back, "Goodbye, Smaragda."

Blake stood opposite Winter in the ballroom, looking at the younger girl. She knew they couldn't dance anymore, there was no reason to, and now there was nothing for her to do at the mansion. She felt so much like a wound up ball of stress, and every day that she spent with her wife only seemed to make matters worse.

"Winter…" she took a small step closer, "may I have this dance?"

Winter looked back at Blake, her partner barely visible in the moonlight of the room. "Yes, Blake, you may," she nodded, smiling.

Their arms moved to their respective places as if they had minds of their own, and the two girls stepped toward the center of the floor, assuming their proper stances upon arrival. The younger pulled out her scroll, and after short series of screen touches, a slow waltz began to emanate from the device's speakers, just loud enough for the two to hear it. They began to dance on downbeat of the third measure, just as they always did.

The pair began to gracefully sway and move with the music as they danced around the room, slowly spinning and stepping within a world their own, moving closer and closer together, nearly pressing against each other as the dance drew on. Lost within their own world, the two partners never even noticed their visitor standing above them.

Weiss stood atop the balcony, looking down upon her wife and her sister, jealousy beginning to form within her frozen heart. As she began to silently descend the stairs, the third part of the form came, and Blake did something that Weiss was not expecting. The Faunus dipped Winter down as she always did, and gave the girl a deep, passionate, long kiss. Far far longer than anything Weiss had ever received. Longer, even, than any kiss Blake had ever given Winter before. All of the older girl's stress and tension from the day melted into the intense passion of her kiss, eliciting a slight moan from the younger girl as her fingers tangled within her sister-in-law's hair. They held their kiss until the music ended, reminding them that they had to stop at some point.

Ignorant of the third presence in the room, the two parted, eyes locked, sharing each other's breath for a long moment, completely lost within their partner's gaze. Blake let herself get lost in the deep blue eyes of her forbidden partner, a smile creeping up her lips, mirroring Winter's own. After some time, the Faunus sighed, "I missed you," she whispered, finally breaking away from the moment.

As the moment came to its end, the Faunus lifted her partner back up, only to see her wife standing above her on the stairs, mouth agape. '...Shit.'

TSOA/N: I hate this chapter, everything bad about it was Rose's idea. Also, I'm so done with this that I'm not even going to take the time to give you bonus content.

TSO is lying and you should not believe anything she says!

Rose is crazy and we all know it!

Look who's talking...

The sane American is.

Excuse me while I laugh.

TSOA/N: actually, I changed my mind about the bonus content.

The blonde stood at the door of the Foxy Lady with her team. The rest of GΣCO looked to the girl, quizzical expressions adorning their faces. The address matched exactly to what the mission briefing gave them, and there wasn't anything that would seem to indicate this wasn't their mission, except the establishment itself.

Cinder was the one to speak first, "Um, Glynda, I think you might have made a mistake when you requested this mission…"

Their leader shook her head, the weight of their situation dawning on her, "Absolutely not. This is… exactly what I expected when I applied us for this."

The redhead looked at the girl, squinting suspiciously, "Then why did you say we were going to be driving people around?"

Not knowing what to do, Glynda raised her voice and tried her best to assert her dominance over the team, "As your leader, I get to make the decisions, and if this is the mission I choose, then this is the mission we do. Any questions?"

Σμαράγδα sighed, "Okay, girls, I guess we're just going to have to go with it. Hopefully, we all come out of this unharmed."

"Oh, I nearly forgot," their leader reached into a pocket of her skirt and withdrew three scrolls, "they gave us these scrolls so that we could pass the requirements for employment here. All of us are varying ages over 21, and we don't have any children or husbands." All eyes turned to Σμαράγδα.

The Faunus looked at her team, "It's not my fault! I… he… gave me a few drinks and I... ...the pills failed... it was a Sunday, the abortion clinic was closed… I ran out of gas... I had a flat tire! I didn't have enough money for cab fare! My tux didn't come back from the cleaners! An old friend came in from out of town! Someone stole my car! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! It wasn't my Fault I SWEAR TO GOD!"

The rest of her team stared at her, not sure what to say. Eventually, the blonde sighed, shaking her head, and returned to the topic on hand. "Also, these don't have any history of activity involving… well… criminal adultery." She paused, her judgemental eyes landing on the redhead, "They won't hire someone who has already been caught."

Obrey spoke up defensively, "I only did it for one year! I needed the money, and there weren't any stable job options where I lived that would work for me!"

Cinder shook her head, "You still were sentenced with felony prostitution, Obrey. You spent one year in Vale prison and had to pay 6,000£ for it. We probably wouldn't have needed these if you hadn't." The brunette waved her new scroll in her partner's face.

Glynda shook her head, "No, Cinder, we would have still needed them for the age requirement. There's nothing we can do to get around that." She looked around and noticed some bystanders watching them, "Now, let's get going before anyone gets suspicious."

The team begrudgingly moved to the door, entering the establishment. They looked at the bouncer, and Glynda quietly asked him where the manager's office was. After checking their age, the man mumbled something and pointed to a door at the back of the building. The blonde nodded sternly, thanked him, and led team GΣCO to the place indicated. They arrived at the door, but just as Glynda was about to knock, she felt Obrey's hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

"Girls, we need names for our new… profession. We can't use our real names, or the ones on these scrolls," the redhead whispered to her team.

The other three stared at her. "You mean stripper names?" the Faunus asked.

The redhead hesitated before nodding an affirmative.

Cinder sighed, rubbing her forehead. Of all the things about this mission, this was certainly the most degrading. "Okay, what should we all be?" She quickly realised how this would interact with their cover, "We need something easy to remember that we can all use. Anything that is forgettable will certainly spell trouble for us."

The Faunus looked at her partner for a second, thinking. "Glynda, what do you think of… Blonde B..." the woman's glare made her stop there, "no… oh… tree swallow… no…" The girl looked over the blonde's form, trying to think of anything that would be easy to remember and quick to associate with Glynda, "OH! I got it! How about Jiggly Juggz?!"

The Blonde damn near slapped Σμαράγδα in the face, but Obrey interrupted, "It's perfect! It just screams… uhh…" she checked Glynda's scroll, "Olivia… Broadchester? Yeah. It just screams Oliva Broadchester to me."

The leader of team GΣCO looked at the other three, sighing with dismay, "So, are we just going to name each other, then?"

Obrey nodded, "Sure. Hmm… I think I'll try you, Σμαράγδα. Let's go with…" She eyed the girl carefully, then remembered that the girl had mentioned being a cat Faunus, "Uhh… Pussy Galore?" Cinder giggled slightly when she figured out how her partner came to that name.

The blonde shook her head, "Check Cinder's scroll, Obrey." The brunette's face fell as she pulled out the scroll and handed it to the redhead.

The other girl checked the identification screen only to find that Pussy Galore was, in fact, her partner's fake ID. "Well, that's weird… Uh, how about… Ummmm… Kit Kat?" The other two shook their heads in disapproval. The girl's pink eyes ran across the other's mint hair, "Uhhhh… Oh, Jade Thunder!" All three other girls nodded in agreement.

The Faunus looked to her teammate, "I'm fine with that." She repeated the name, "Jade Thunder," it had a nice ring to it.

Obrey looked to her leader, "Go for it, Glynda."

The blonde looked at the two other girls before realizing that if she chose Obrey, Cinder would be naming herself. Her mind drew a blank as she looked at the brunette. Besides being rich, there wasn't much she knew about the Schnee. "Cinder... Ummm... Dust Tycoon… no… Robber Baron… eh, it doesn't work… How about Moneybags Magnate?" The other three all gave her the same shocked and disgusted look. The blonde cursed her lack of creativity as she tried to think of any defining feature of her teammate. The answer finally came to her when she realised the girl's semblance was certainly fire based. "Maybe Burning Desire?" The other three shook their heads, "Oh, wait, duh. Cinder Schnee, I hereby dub you Firecrotch, keeper of the most wanted puss in all of Remnant."

The Faunus snickered. "Posted bounty, 10,000£ dead, 50,000£ alive."

Cinder facepalmed as Obrey interjected, "That's my name!"

Σμαράγδα looked to the redhead, "No, it's clearly Cinder's name."

The Schnee shook her head, "I guess I'll accept this, if only to spite you..." she looked over her partner's pale white, almost pink, skin as something came to her mind, "Dark Chocolate." A wicked grin spread over her face at the sight of the girl's offence.

The other two laughed as the redhead sputtered, "I… No… That's not…"

Glynda put her hand on Obrey's shoulder, "It is now, Dark Chocolate."

With that, she opened the door and entered the manager's office before the other girl could protest any more.

Glynda looked at the man sitting in an office chair behind the mahogany table. It was none other than the deputy headmaster of Beacon himself. "Professor Ozpin, what are you doing here?"

There we go. All the bonus content you would ever need. (Actually, we yet again fell in love with our bonus, so go and read Chauffeur Service if you want to see the startling conclusion! Because who doesn't need more stories to write, right?)

You're welcome.

Also, if we ever make a story for Obby, this is it's summary *read in the voice of the film previews guy*

He was a powerful dust dealer downtown, the man was a powerful pimp uptown, she was the most popular girl on the West Side, and main attraction at the biggest underground brothel east of the railroad tracks. What could possibly go wrong?