Schedule Slip;The Musical!

A/N-Sorry that this took so long to update, but I was essentially throwing a tantrum. You see, about a week or so after I posted the last chapter, my main laptop quit. I ended up losing my outlines for the next three or so chapters, this one included, my txt file with all my vaguer plans and jokes on it, and even a fucking floor plan I'd drawn up for Weiss' club.

Seriously, I made a fucking floor plan. This had been the one fic I'd ever done any real planning for, and losing it all really pissed me off. I also lost about half a chapter of the RWBY Tapes, which is why it took three months longer than I expected to get it started. It was a damn good chapter, too.

Anyway, I finally got off my ass, quit my bitching and redid the plans. Might put the floor plan on my Tumblr, if enough people wanna see it. Link's on my profile.

Rant's over. Check my poll, review, and check the other update I did today. Expect another double post before Friday! Love you guys, see ya later.

Weiss gathered her wits about her, and stepped outside.

Yang was fiddling with her phone as she leaned against the wall beside her door.

She raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?"

She grinned. "It took you that long to get a T-shirt and jeans on? I was starting to wonder if you'd forgotten about me."

'Hm. Real smile, seems pretty relaxed. Probably still trying to make up with me for assuming I was going to fire Ruby. If I act like it didn't bother me, she'll probably be pretty grateful.. on the other hand, if I show that it bothered me, she'll probably be nicer to try and apologize. Decisions, decisions... '

If there was one thing Weiss had learned throughout her life, it was that it was much easier to keep your story straight when it was the truth, or at least mostly the truth.

It had been true the time she and Winter had tried to convince mother that it had been the Aliens who ate all the cookies earlier, so they should still get dessert.

Mother hadn't fallen for it.

It had been true when she'd tried to convince her father that Winter's best friend Lilac had gotten lost on her way back to Winter's room from the bathroom, wandered into her room, and promptly gone into cardiac arrest which forced Weiss to give her CPR, which handily explained why he'd walked in to check on her and found their mouths mashed together, with her hands all over the other girls chest. (How was she supposed to know where she was supposed to press on? She'd only seen the technique in movies, after all.)

Father had merely pointed out that her story didn't cover why Lilac's hands were on Weiss' chest as well, then sent the mortified girl home and had a long talk with Weiss about her sexuality.

Which, in retrospect, had really ended surprisingly well. Father knew a surprising number of business contacts with cute daughters.

Which just proved her point; it was easier to tell the truth than to keep up with a million tiny lies.

So, when she saw the tell-tale signs of an apologetic Yang, she'd decided not to act like the larger girl's earlier implications had bothered her.

So, she threw on a cheeky grin, and leaned back against her door. "I dunno about that, you're pretty memorable, Yung. Er... Yag?"

Yang put on a pout. "You're kind of a jerk, Wendy."

The two chuckled, and Yang gestured around her. "If I'm gonna give you the tour, I may as well start it now. This here is our combination dressing and break room."

"I did go through here last night, you know."

The room was fairly large, with two doors at either end of the southern wall leading into the Dance Parlor. Another door in the center of the wall had a small sign beside it, reading 'Main Stage Access.'

The décor, Weiss was pleased to note, looked just as good with the lights on as it had last night.

Several curtains were set up in the corner, for what Weiss could only assume to be changing rooms.

"Well, yeah, but it's not like I can just skip it. Over there-" She said, nodding towards the door Weiss was leaning on. "Is the manager's apartment. She's kind of a jerk, but you'll be fine. Just kiss her ass as much as possible."

"Noted." Weiss nodded at her.

"Now, if you'll follow me..." Yang pushed open the nearest door, leading them out into the dance parlor.

There was a large main stage, and two side stages in the opposite corners of the room, by the door leading to the main lobby. The stage to Weiss' left had another door beside it, which Yang began walking towards.

"This is the main 'dance parlor'. Where people come to watch me shake my stuff."

"Right." Yang chuckled at Weiss' terse answer, and the obvious discomfort she felt.

"In a way you'd understand-" she began, grinning at the flash of anger on Weiss' face before she quashed it down. "This is basically the showroom, where the customers take a good look at everyone. When they find someone they like, they can ask us for a private dance. That's how we make most of our money. You, on the other hand, make money by getting them to buy us drinks and food, as well as making them pay the cover charge, or admission fee. You get me?"

Weiss glared. "I am aware of how the business works. I'm not sure why people choose to spend quite that much money at places like this, but-"

Yang clapped her on the shoulder. "Oh, don't get all snippy, I'm just having some fun with ya, and trying to help out a bit."

Weiss sighed, and looked into the blonde's smiling face. 'Well, she doesn't seem to think she's being patronizing, so it's possible she's really trying to help.'

"I appreciate it. Is the tour over yet?"

Yang seemed to pout at her tone of voice, then her face lit up.

"Not quite! Here is where the real magic happens." She pushed open the door, and led Weiss into a small room, with four doors leading to smaller rooms in each corner.

Weiss wrinkled her nose. "So, this is the private dance area?"

"Yep! Come on, I'll show you why people spend their money here." The blonde winked.

"Erm... no thanks."

"Eh, party pooper. So, you seen the kitchen yet?"

A quick walk back through the parlor led them to the main lobby, where Yang hopped over the bar and went through the door into the main kitchen, Weiss choosing to head through one of the side doors instead.

Inside were several large ovens and refrigerators, as well as other machines whose purpose Weiss could only guess at.

"Yeah, we've got pretty much any food that can be fried here, and hot wings, of course. Lemme tell ya, it kinda sucks to have some asshole break the no touching rule and have to wipe hot sauce off you."

"Uh-huh. What about salads? I could really go for a salad."

Yang paused in her tracks and turned to her.

"Weiss, no one eats salad at a strip club."

"Not even-"

"Not even the dancers." Yang let out a quick laugh. "This shit is some of the best exercise you can get!"

Weiss sighed. "Fine. Is there a good salad place in town?"

"Eh... Sure, why not. They probably have salads."

Weiss glanced at the blonde, and for once didn't think her next words through.

"You suck."

Yang smiled widely.