Author's note: Not the real chapter, I got lazy around 100 or so words. I'll write the real chapter when I'm sober.

A bullet whizzed past Jaune's ear, clipping the edge of his aura's range. He looked to his right to see Ruby laughing hysterically as she ran alongside him, her face bright red from all the alcohol she had drank. He watched her unclip Crescent Rose and haphazardly fire two shots behind her before she turned to him and screamed at the top of her lungs, "See, isn't this great? I told you it'd be fun."

"This is the last time I'm letting you drag me into one of your pranks," Jaune panted as he struggled to keep up.

"I told you, it's not about whether it's right or wrong, it's about getting sweet, sweet revenge," Ruby rebutted as the pair ran from burning nightclub.

"Ruby you're drunk, go home," Jaune paused before turning around to fire a few rubber bullets at the crowd of henchmen that pursued them. After seeing several henchmen crumple to their knees in non-lethal agony, he turned back and continued running.

"That's the spirit!" Ruby cheered, slowing down to allow Jaune to catch up.

"When you suggested going to a nightclub, I pictured dancing, being each other's wingmen and drinking until we wake up with someone else, not committing arson!" Jaune yelled over the gunshots, "Are you insane?"

"Oh, I'm insane?" Ruby grabbed Jaune's arm, pulling them to a skidding halt, "That's rich coming from the guy who held a grudge against his own friends for six years."

"Can we not do this now?" Jaune turned his head to see the mob of generic bouncers getting closer, "We're in the middle of the setup to this chapter."

"The writer can fuck off, I'm getting this out now," Ruby hiccupped before raising Crescent Rose and unleashing a volley of rounds into the approaching crowd, "what kinda self-centered sociopath blames his own best friend for something she can't control?"

"Ruby, your grammar's kinda confusing to the readers," Jaune reminded as he attempted to pull away from Ruby's vice-like grip.

"Fuck the readers, can't you see I'm trying to speed up character development, so we can actually get to adventure?" Ruby released her grip on Jaune's arm in order to flip him off as she continued to fire.

"These things take time, exposition, finesse," Jaune held up his hands as he counted the list with his fingers.

"Fuck that, I'm too drunk and the writer's too high," Ruby shouted, pausing in between shots fired.

Jaune's hand went to his face and then to his hand cannon, short sword, dagger thing to join in on the carnage, "You know what? Fine, I'll play along with the writer. I'm sorry for being a dick, I'm actually really happy to see you and I actually can't wait to go on this mission to bond with you."

"Was that so hard?" Ruby sarcastically asked as the last of the henchmen dropped.

"Let's just end this dumb chapter before I have an aneurism," Jaune replied, pulling a half empty bottle out of his hammer space pocket.