I never expected to write something like this. I'm ace, and I generally find this sort of stuff to be ridiculous. I've tried to ignore the ideas, but they just kept bugging me until I decided to roll with it and see what happens.

I have only a faint idea of where the plot is headed, so I guess we'll all just have to sit back and try to enjoy the ride.

A series of high pitched beeps hammered their way into Yang's head, dragging her kicking and screaming back to consciousness. Ugh.

She groaned, noting the feel of unfamiliar bedsheets against her face. Okay… where am I, and will someone shut off the damn jackhammer? The air reeked of liquor, and when Yang tried to recall how she had gotten to wherever "here" was, she couldn't. Last thing she remembered, she had been headed into Vale for some Saturday night fun. Come to think of it, the former observation probably explained the latter.

All the same, it wasn't all bad. This bed was soft and smooth, and combined with the pleasant warmth curled up against her side… Oh crap.

Yang's hand reached outward and trailed its way across naked skin. She groaned, for the first time noting her own lack of clothing. Guess drunk Yang found some 'fun' after all… great. She hated the awkward introductions and explanations that always followed a drunken hookup. Yang briefly considered whether she might manage to sneak out before the other fellow woke up, but then the body beside her began to stir and move.

Yang sighed. So much for that. Ah well, might as well get it over with. She forced herself to sit up in bed, rubbed her eyes, then turned to face other person. Golden eyes met her own, and Yang stifled a yelp, scrambling backwards in bed.

Next to her, Blake Belladonna grabbed at the sheets, pulling them up to cover her naked form. The raven haired girl's ears were pulled back in alarm, her trademark bow discarded. Yang looked away from her friend to see their surroundings. They were seated towards the edge of a large and rumpled bed, in what appeared to be a hotel room.

Yang let out another groan. Judging from the war-torn condition of the sheets, their night had been 'eventful' to say the least. She fought the urge to bury her head under a pillow in the hopes that it all might go away. So you slept with your partner… I suppose it could be worse… Sure, the next few years'll be awkward as hell, but if I had to pick a girl… I mean, it could have been-

"What's happening?" an uncomfortably familiar voice asked. Up by the headboard, the covers began to churn, then a pillow was thrown aside, revealing a mess of brilliant red hair.

Pyrrha Nikos lifted her head, and her eyes widened at the sight before her. "Um…" she began, and her brow furrowed. "Do either of you remember what happened?"

Yang looked to Blake, but the girl just shook her head, eyes wide. Yang shrugged. "Guess not" she said, turning back and gesturing to the bed. "But I think the scene speaks for itself."

"Will someone shut off the stupid alarm?" someone demanded.

"Sorry." Pyrrha said, grabbing her scroll off the end table and silencing it. "Wait…"
Yang looked across the bed in the direction of the voice. Sure enough, a fourth person was lying there, partially buried under a blanket. The girl had a pillow clamped over her head, but there was no mistaking the pale hair of Weiss Schnee trailing across the sheets.

"Her too?" Blake demanded, and Pyrrha shook her head, completely at a loss.

"That's it." Yang said, wrapping a somewhat sticky sheet around herself and looking for their clothes. "I'm officially never drinking again in my life."

"Guys?" a new voice asked, and Yang fought back a shriek. At the foot of the bed, the red and black locks of her little sister emerged. "Ow...ow…owie." Ruby moaned, not yet noticing their situation. "Sunshine, why do you hate me today?"

Yang felt her brain locking up as she considered the possibilities. No way… we couldn't have… Next to her, Pyrrha and Blake appeared to be equally horrified as they considered what might have happened.

"What's going on?" A moment before, Yang would have been willing to bet a sizable amount that she couldn't possibly be more mortified and alarmed, but this new voice proved her utterly wrong.

"No…" Weiss muttered, no longer sheltered underneath the pillow. "Please tell me that isn't…"

"Is this supposed to be some kinda prank?" the voice asked, "Because if it is, it's not funny!"

Yang's mind was still paralyzed with a mixture of embarrassment and horror, but her hands began to move on their own, pulling the sheets and blankets away and throwing them off the bed.

After a moment, the others joined in, quickly stripping the bed and revealing a sixth occupant.

"Seriously!" Jaune Arc complained. His arms and legs yanked at the ropes holding him to the bed, and his head flailed around as he tried to shake his blindfold loose. "Nora? Is that you? Ha ha, your joke was hilarious, now let me go already!"

The girls drew back from the naked form of their teammate, looked around at their own state of undress, before they again considered the possibilities.

Shit. Yang thought to herself, and then the screaming began.