The prompt for this was "On the way to Mistral, Yang gives a ride to a hitchhiker."

Yang sped down the Animan road, nearing Mistral and her sister with every moment. There were so many things she had to say. Logically, she knew that Ruby would immediately forgive her for shutting down, probably already had. But she was still haunted by the image of finding Ruby, hugging her tight enough to make up for all the months away, and not being hugged back.

Yang shook her head. That was ridiculous. Ruby had never been mad, she'd done everything that she could to support Yang after the Fall. The instant she could stand after waking up from her coma, she'd gone to her sister's room to make sure she was OK. Even after Yang had said all of those harsh things, the last words out of Ruby's mouth had still been "I love you."

Yang was still thinking about that day when she noticed the man walking slowly by the side of the road. He wasn't dressed like a traveler. Well, that wasn't entirely true, he was dressed like someone who hadn't expected to be traveling but found himself traveling anyways. His clothes were worn and dirty, and he looked about as tired as anyone Yang had ever seen. But the craziest part was that Yang recognized him.

She slowed Bumblebee to a stop right beside the man and gave him her biggest, most dazzling smile. She didn't have to say anything, he'd noticed her. He was staring at her with a look that said "I thought nothing would surprise me anymore. I was wrong."

After several seconds of staring, the man spoke.

"This is my life now. Things were going well, then you showed up and they stopped going well. Then you showed up again, and they got even worse. And just when I thought things had gotten as bad as they possibly could, here you are again."

"Aw come on, Junior, I thought we made up last time. Tell you what, I'll give you a lift to Mistral in exchange for a Strawberry Sunrise."

"Do I look like I can make you a Strawberry Sunrise right now?" Junior practically screamed.

"Fine, but you owe me one," Yang answered with a chuckle. "Hop on."

For a moment, it looked like Junior wasn't going to. But finally he sighed and got on the motorcycle, carefully putting his arms around Yang in a way that was unlikely to trigger any ball-crushing.

"So how'd you end up all the way out here?" asked Yang as Bumblebee accelerated away.

Junior practically collapsed against her. Yang didn't have to see him to imagine the defeated look on his face.

"You know my club was on the opposite side of town from Beacon. That dragon had to have been thinking 'I'm going to go destroy Beacon, just as soon as I'm done fucking with Junior.' The buildings on either side of my club? Totally fine. It was just me."

"Yeah, that dragon was a dick," agreed Yang. "Don't worry, my sister froze it on top of Beacon tower and it hasn't moved yet."

Junior didn't know what to say to that, so he just continued his story.

"Turns out my insurance doesn't cover ancient Grimm abominations any better than it covers crazy, blonde Huntresses-in-training. I decided I needed a fresh start. I was going to go to Vacuo, but the twins insisted that Mistral was the place to make it big. So the three of us are driving across Anima when all of a sudden bandits show up. I get out my weapon, and I'm waiting for the twins to spring into action, when they decide to join the fucking bandits!"

"NO!" cried Yang, doing everything she could to avoid bursting into laughter.

"So now I've got no car, no money, no supplies, and I'm all alone in the middle of Anima. I'd been wandering around for two days before you showed up. At this point I don't even know what I'm going to do when I get to Mistral."

"Hey, don't worry about it," said Yang reassuringly. "You'll figure something out. I'll bet you're going to get back on your feet with a new bar, and it'll be a huge success!"

"You mean that?" asked Junior.

"Absolutely," said Yang, but then a wicked grin spread over her face. "Barring another disaster."

Junior let go of Yang and practically launched himself off the back of Bumblebee. He barely even grunted as he fell to the dusty, unpaved road.

Yang stopped the motorcycle and considered going back to check on him. But then she said aloud:

"You know what? He made his choice, now he has to accept the punishment."

Yang hit the accelerator and sped back on her way to Mistral.

This was the first time I wrote for Writing Prompt Wednesday, and I wanted to have fun with it. You'll find that most of the stories I came up with were funny rather than serious. I was (still am) spending a lot of time on a very serious fic about the Great War, so I used WPW as a chance for some humor. Actually, even some of the more serious shorts I wrote came from funny ideas that turned more serious as I expanded on them.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! Look forward to more.