In a world where monsters like the creatures of Grimm lurked around every corner and children more often than not met said creatures before they could read, it was quite hard to find something truly horrifying. But Jaune had found something that could make even Grimm weep in fear.

A very drunk Yang Xiao Long.

Jaune had met the illustrious hammered-Yang plenty of times in his day, it was kind of hard not to when he was "Yang Xiao Long's boy-toy that only she may touch", Yang's words not his, but never had seen Yang reach this completely smashed state.

"Jauuuuuuney~!" She sang into his ear, slurring his name horribly. Her arms were slung over his shoulder and she was playing with his chest as he was trying to have a delightful conversation with the only other sober person at the party, Ruby. He sighed as Ruby gave him an apologetic look that said, "I'm terribly sorry for the way my sister acts when she's drunk." Jaune shrugged it off.

"Alright, I think I need to get her back to our apartment now. Or she's going to cause a scene." The need to do so became even more urgent when Yang kissed his ear, and the kiss turned from a kiss into sucking, and the sucking turned into her blowing on it.

"Yay! Let's go back so we can fuck all night! But don't tell Ruby, she's too young to know about sex~!" Had Jaune's hands not been busy trying to untangle her arms from his chest, he would have facepalmed at Yang's words. It was his turn to send an apologetic look towards Ruby, whose cheeks were blazing and Jaune could practically hear her innocence shatter apart.

"E-enjoy the rest of your night!" The younger girl squeaked out, swiftly turning around and stiffly Walking.

Finally, Jaune managed to get his hammered girlfriends hands away from his pants, only to have said girlfriend leap onto his back, her arms and hands once again on his chest.

Jaune could only sigh.

"Yang... please get off of me," he muttered, and of course she didn't listen. Her fingers drew hearts on his chest through his shirt, and he hated that that was giving him goosebumps.

"That's not what you'll be saying later, Jaune..." She whispered sensually into his ear, and he was absolutely stunned at how clear that came out. If there was one thing about drunk Yang that always amazed him, it was that no matter how bad the slurring got, she was still speaking crystal clear sentences. That was some feat, as he knew when he got drunk he mumbled incoherently, and most of his sentences had to do with how cute his family's cat was as a kitten.

"Y-Yang, you know we'd be out of here faster if you got off me." But still she refused.

"Oh I'll get you off alright... but you're comfy, and I don't want to walk. And you're warm. And I can press my boobs into your back~..."

Had his father been able to see him, Jaune knew he would have been disappointed. Here he was, an able bodied young man with a healthy sex drive and a gorgeous, willing girlfriend pushing her soft, heavenly breasts against his back... and he wasn't taking advantage of this oh so delectable opportunity.

"Please, Yang, you're drunk. I'm pretty positive I can get drunk too just by kissing you, you're so hammered, and I'll gladly carry you back to our dorms if you can't walk, but you pushing your boobs into my back isn't helping!" Jaune was met with silence, and when he chanced a glance over his shoulder he was met with the sight of Yang's head resting on said shoulder mouthing the word 'kiss', with an expression like she had just had the biggest epiphany ever.

"We almost forgot our new years kiss~!"

"Yang we've still got like five minutes," he deadpanned.

"But we still need to prepare! I can't kiss you from here!" Jaune was about to let out a happy sigh at the prospect of not having to carry his apparently horny as hell girlfriend, but then said girlfriend began climbing over his shoulder.

"Y-Yang? What the hell are you doing!?"

"You have to carry me this way instead, so I can give you the biggest kiss~!" Yang sang once again as she made her way into Jaune's, unwilling, arms. He was now carrying her bridal style and she was delightfully happy with how she could still push her boobs into Jaune's chest if she wanted to.

Jaune had a hard time saying that he didn't like holding her in such a way. Yang never liked to be held or carried when she was sober. She liked to be seen as strong and independent because of the way she grew up, or at least that's how Yang had phrased it. Raising your little sister all by yourself kind of did that, apparently. But now that Jaune was carrying her like she was his beautiful, blushing (from the alcohol, but still) bride, he couldn't say it wasn't absolutely amazing.

"Yang..." he sighed. "I love you, even the drunk you, which is sometimes very, very hard to deal with."

"You're going to be the hard one soon enough... and I love you too Jauney~..." Jaune couldn't help but chuckle how her voice went from suggestive and sultry to cute and happy all in the space of a few seconds. He leaned down towards her, keeping their lips apart just barely, Yang very clearly trying her hardest to reach up and steal an early kiss, as their friends behind and people around them started counting down.

"Ten..." he whispered against her lips. "Nine... eight... seven..."

"Six..." she chimed in.

"Five..." he continued.

"Four..."

"Three..."

"Two..."

The rest of the countdown was drowned out by the rest of the students cheering "One" excitedly, and then as their lips met in the next moment, everybody let out the loudest shouts either of them had ever heard, but they weren't paying attention to anything but the other's lips. The taste of alcohol was so strong on Yang's lips that Jaune wondered how the hell she was even still awake.

Yang had no intention of answering that silent question, both because she honestly had no idea herself and because she was for too busy enjoying the heavenly feeling of being held tightly against Jaune while kissing him deeply. She loved kissing. She always had, but something about doing it with Jaune felt even more amazing, more special. She could practically taste every single ounce of love she knew he always poured into their kisses and she loved it.

Neither of them showed any intention of stopping their kiss, not caring in the slightest about the cheering students all around them, they were too focused on moving their lips against one another and letting their tongues dance.

Jaune mind returned to him once more as one of the students bumped into him, bringing him back to cognizance. They were openly making out in front of everyone, how long would it be until they were doing more? He pulled away, much to Yang's dismay. "Okay, my little dragon, it's time to go back now... so we can continue in private." This made her happy again.