To say that the arena was abuzz was an understatement. Weiss felt like her head was going to explode in the crush of people. The plethora of noises ranged from random shouts of excitement to people shouting simply to be heard. The heiress had been to multiple concerts before, and had even been the main act more than once, but those had been reserved affairs. And after passing one group of loud, tottering idiots, she was fairly certain no one at her shows had been drunk before the concert had concluded. Now she ran the very real risk of someone spilling beer on her. She looked down at the blue jacket Yang got her and suddenly felt very protective of it. Perhaps it was because the concert was sold out, but Weiss felt like there were too many people inside the stadium.

Weiss didn't want to admit it, but she was hoping that it would be a little quieter, simply because she was having such a great time talking with Yang. Something about how the two were able to say so much in such a little amount of time was invigorating and made the heiress feel like she was lighter than air. But then again, she figured that such times would be more prevalent. The two teammates, by the end of the night, would have become concert-going friends, at least! Weiss clenched her fist, feeling like anything was possible. They might even get to their seats in one piece! Yang must have noticed Weiss's unease and moved so that she was in front of the heiress. Weiss resisted the urge to take Yang's hand as the blonde broke through the crowd.

"You wanna get something?" Yang shouted, pointing at one of the merchandise tables. Weiss focused on the mass of people swarming the table and imagined all of those people touching her, causing a shiver of her spine. But she also wanted to get something to remember the experience.

"Might as well. I wouldn't mind getting Ruby a gift." Weiss patted herself on the back; using Ruby as a scapegoat felt dishonest, but it would be the best way to acquire some merchandise without raising suspicions.

Yang shook her head. "Ruby doesn't like the Achieve Men. Believe me; I've tried to get her into them."

Weiss felt her plans deflating. "Then I guess I won't need to get anything," she lamely said.

"Well that doesn't mean I don't want anything. Sometimes these concerts have exclusive stuff you can't get anywhere else."

Those were words Weiss knew all too well. She had perused the entire Achieve Men store multiple times, adding dozens of items to her cart, only to delete the whole order before placing it. Whenever that happened, she told herself that she would at least get a shirt or a coffee mug the next time she was on the website. So because of her diligence, she knew that the tour poster and two of the shirts were not going to be something she could buy when no one was looking. She ground her teeth together and looked away from the stand. Perhaps she could peruse the concession stands. The faster she got out away from the merchandise, the faster she could forget all about her regret.

"Here you go," Yang said, pushing one of the two tour shirts into Weiss's hands. She had the other shirt halfway on, so it was worn as a scarf. She gave a wide smile as she added, "Something to remember today."

Weiss had to make sure she didn't choke as she thanked her teammate. Yang waved the gratitude aside, as if giving surprise gifts was the sort of thing friends did all the time. The heiress bit the inside of her cheek in annoyance; now she would have to get Yang something to make them even. But returning a gift wasn't something that had to be done immediately. She would certainly think of something before the night was over.

"Hey," Yang said, leaning close and dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "you wanna try to get into the pit?"

All of Weiss's good feelings died. She narrowed her eyes at the blonde and slowly asked, "What do you mean? I thought our tickets were in the nosebleeds."

"Well, yeah, but look at the security! That guy isn't paying any attention! We could easily sneak in. And once we're in, no one is going to think we don't belong there."

Weiss bit her lip, although Yang's exuberance was infectious. She had heard about the pit before; it was where most of the people went to get super close to the band, and it was prone to break out in shoving and broken noses. The perfect place for a brawler like Yang, in other words. Though Yang wanted to go into the pit, Weiss did want to be able to enjoy the show.

"How about, instead of having me nag at you, you can do whatever you want. Either way, I'm going to go to the seats on the tickets."

Yang frowned. Weiss felt like she had just kicked a puppy. She was about to relent when Yang said, "Well, okay. It is your first time at one of these concerts." Yang put an arm over Weiss's shoulder and shepherded the heiress towards the seats. "Though next time, we're totally going down there."

Next time? Weiss was too busy being flustered at the sudden contact. The two passed through the crowds, but it felt like all of the other people were blurred away. Again, Yang's intoxicating scent ruined Weiss's senses, and if the blonde hadn't been supporting her, Weiss was sure that her knees would turn to jelly. Of course, it was because of the blonde that she was in that state, but Weiss wasn't about to complain. Their seats couldn't come fast enough.

When the two sat down, or more accurately for Weiss, collapsed, they were faced with the realization that the seats weren't that bad. Sure, the stadium was packed, but at least they could sit down. Yang kicked her feet up on the empty chair in front of her, and Weiss occupied herself with people watching. However, as she looked around and saw every kind of form of person with such regularity that she glossed over with cold indifference, she couldn't help but think that it would be better to look at her scroll.

She wasn't surprised to see a message from Blake, which said, "I've died. There is no more me." A photo appeared from Ruby. It was a selfie of the three of them hanging above a pair of cops. The police were sweeping the floor with flashlights, oblivious of the trio. Ruby and Sun looked like they were having the times of their lives. Blake was clinging to a rafter and looking like she was regretting every life choice she ever made. Yang peeked over the heiress's shoulder and couldn't suppress a giggle. "I almost feel bad for her."

"It's good for Blake to get out. I've seen some of the books she reads."

The blonde perked at that. She placed her feet on the ground and draped an arm over Weiss's shoulders, causing the heiress to feel like her heart was going to rocket back into her throat. Yang lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper and said, "Please tell me more."

Blake paused to take a breath. The sirens were speeding in the opposite direction, so she felt that it was a good time to recuperate. Her law-breaking companions had a similar thought, as they slowed down with her. Ruby pulled a candy bar out of her pocket and started eating. Blake's vision zeroed in on the treat. Great. That was just what Ruby needed. More sugar. Blake clenched her fists, her nails leaving little crescents in her palms. Why should she be the one to feel all of the pressure of two immature idiots on their stupid crime spree? The anger pushed through the haze that had settled over her, burning everything away except for one explosive desire.

"You!" Blake shouted, pointing at Ruby.

Ruby pointed at herself. "Me?"

"You! Where do you keep getting food? Just how deep are those pockets?"

"Hey, if I can hide a gallon of milk with these pants, she could probably swipe a whole buffet," Sun said. Blake turned to see that Sun was, in fact, nursing a gallon of milk. He was drinking that after a high-speed chase across the entire city. Her stomach twisted at the thought, and she decided to focus on Ruby before she puked.

"When we get back, you are staying away from blondes and sugar," Blake declared.

"Aw, what?" Ruby pouted. "But that's…" her outrage immediately died and she cocked her head to the side. "Why blondes?"

Blake waved her hands as she said, "Because I don't know what it is, but you become completely different when they're around."

Ruby was downcast for a moment before brightening up. "So does that mean I have to be near you?"

"Uh." Blake felt her plans of finally catching up with her book withering away.

"You did say that," Sun offered.

"Yay, I get more time with Blake!" Ruby shouted, wrapping her arms around Blake's waist, the chocolate bar jabbing uncomfortably close to the black-haired girl's white shorts.

Blake pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes against the growing headache. The light from the setting sun was annoying her, especially since she felt like her day both felt like it was ending but was also going to last longer than it had any right to.

"Listen. I just want this to be over. Did the cops get any good looks at us?"

"You don't remember?"

Blake kept her eyes shut as she snapped, "No, Sun, I don't remember. That's why I'm asking. Now, can one of you tell me if the cops got a good look at us?"

Ruby said, "No, not really. We were moving pretty fast."

"Good." Blake opened her eyes and glared at them. "And how much did you two steal?"

Ruby kicked at the ground and stayed silent. Sun, who had no shame, puffed his chest and was about to regale their entire heist to Blake. But when he saw the promise of murder swirling in her eyes, he simply asked, "Are you really sure you want to know? You look like you're about to bite someone's head off."

"That's because I am going to do just that unless you two return everything you stole. If you already ate it, you make sure to pay for it. And if I find out either of you tried to hide something from me, I will tie you from a tree and use you as target practice! Do you understand?" Blake saw both of them obediently nod their heads. "Good. Now let's go before the cops come back."

Sun set out first. Ruby was about to follow when Blake's hand shot out and snagged Ruby's cloak. The team leader's silver eyes were wide as Blake drew her in until their noses were touching. "Don't think Yang isn't going to hear about this."

Ruby offered a weak chuckle. "Well, actually, I've been texting her this whole time. See?" She held up her scroll so Blake could read the messages, which the black-haired girl took in disbelief. If the redhead thought that it would calm Blake to know that Yang was okay with their mischief, she was soon to be horribly mistaken. She had to wrench the scroll out of Blake's grip before she crushed it.

Blake fixed Ruby with a stare that only promised death. "Go. Now."

"Yes ma'am!" Ruby squeaked, running to join Sun.

Blake waited until she was alone to pull out a stress ball. She squeezed it until every vein in her arm popped, and then she squeezed it harder. The day had been nothing but a massive headache, but at least it was coming to an end. She looked in the direction of the Achieve Men concert and hoped that losing her sanity meant that Weiss and Yang had a good experience.