Rude Ruby
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Something felt off about Ruby.
Blake took note of that pretty quickly as soon as she chugged down her fifth bottle of alcohol. No, it did not start off as an uneventful day. She literally woke up to the smell of beer and cigarette smoke, much to her annoyance. Said annoyance turned into curiosity, and then utter shock when she realized where it came from.
"God FUCKING DAMMIT!" Ruby screeched, throwing it down against her bunk bed as she thrashed at her hair. "If we have seemingly unlimited ammo, how the hell do we not have unlimited booze?!"
Right. She totally had a point. Yep.
"Yep, you have a point," Blake echoed her mind, doing her best not to slap Ruby silly. As to why she didn't, well...
In the corner of Team RWBY's dorm, Yang stared at the wall without a word. If one were to stare into her eyes, he or she would be greeted with the sight of pure shell shock itself.
She... didn't take it well when Ruby insulted her "holes" and "honkers" like a raging drunkard, evidently. Heck, she could barely comprehend the fact that Ruby even said a single swear word.
"FUCK."
More than a single swear word.
And things had been so peaceful, too- no wait, she literally woke up to this shit.
Sighing, Blake muttered as she asked Weiss, who stared at Ruby incredulously, "Does literally anyone have an idea as to what happened to our team leader?"
No one answered.
Raising her head, Blake took a deep breath. It was already bad enough she slept earlier than the others yesterday because Sun took her out to a surprisingly decent Sunday amusement park tour. And just the other day, she thought the amusement park was actually haphazard.
This? This was just outright hazardous.
God, I'm sounding like Yang, she thought depressingly, turning to Yang, who ironically did not act like Yang. She looked back at Weiss, who seemed to have some kind of PTSD shit going on in her own way- just a little more composed than the way Yang was cradling her head pathetically at this point.
"Weiss," Blake spoke with a sharper tone, snapping her back to reality. "Explanation? Please?"
"Right, right," Weiss muttered as she shook her head, most likely out of confusion herself. Funny, how Blake now sympathized with the very girl she thought to be a self-entitled brat. She was still a brat, actually, but a good brat, if that was ever a thing.
"Ruby, uh... wanted to act like her uncle yesterday, actually," Weiss muttered. Now that Blake thought about it, neither she nor Weiss ever met the Uncle Qrow frequently mentioned in some of Ruby's happily shared stories. Now it was evident he may not have been the best of examples for the red-haired girl.
"And?"
"Well, it started off pretty innocently, at first," the Schnee admitted with a thoughtful look. "She drank soft drinks for the most part and acted all funny, and we all had a good time in the cafe."
As the snowy girl cringed, Blake had a feeling she knew what happened next. "Then she somehow got a hold of a bottle of beer and pretended to be like her uncle. It was prude, but not... rude."
"FUCK YOU, WEISS. FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUU."
Blake and Weiss stared at each other, though Weiss seemed almost done with Ruby's raging remarks.
Okay, now Blake began to feel legitimately bad for Weiss. She may have been bratty, but hot damn, was even she not this bad at a regular basis.
"So she started acting like this now?" Blake asked.
It was then Yang finally burst out of the corner, getting on her knees as she slid to Blake and Weiss with teary eyes. Taking a hold of Blake's hands, Yang barely explained, "My baby Ruby would never do this oh my god she's drinking even more than Uncle Qrow Blake what should I do and where did I go wrong was it because I joked about Santa being real and jebaiting her about it last Christmas?!"
"Yang."
Softly putting a hand on the blonde's shoulder, Blake kindly smiled as she whispered, "You're not fucking helping."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU BLONDE CONDOM!"
"WAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
Yang finally snapped as she charged towards the window, slammed them open, slowly got out through the window, and gently closed them before jumping off the building. While both Weiss and Blake doubted Yang could get physically hurt more than she had emotionally and mentally, Weiss rolled her eyes as she mumbled something under her breath, walking right out of the building to pick the blonde up.
When Blake told Ruby to be a little more realistic about things, she didn't expect her own advice to come flying straight against her face at Mach 13.
The dear leader of RWBY somehow found another bottle as she drank yet again, chugging almost half the bottle down in one go. She didn't even seem phased by all the alcohol she consumed within the several minutes Blake had been awake in. How she even brought the bottles in without getting caught, nobody had any idea.
Shaking her own head out of the sheer idiocy she felt crawling up her skin from the situation, Blake walked over as she climbed the ladder up to Ruby's bunk bed. Ruby remained lying down on her back, not bothering to get up as she drank.
And they called her crazy. Blake shuddered at the very thought, staring at Ruby like she was some kind of specimen.
"Ruby, is anything wrong?" Blake managed to ask. It did concern her quite a bit, admittedly, considering it was Ruby who usually dealt with their team's antics. She just didn't expect Ruby's own antics to actually feel like the world could end at any second.
"Nothing but everything, bitch," Ruby grumbled, staring at the ceiling of the dormitory.
"Well, you taught me to talk with others about my problems," the Faunus continued. "If there's anything you want to talk about, I'm all ears."
"Did your ears not catch my message of 'Fuck off' or something?"
Blake smiled, her grip on the ladder almost shattering the damn thing. Wow, it seemed like Ruby was really out of it! Maybe it was time to teach her a verbal lesson of-
"Wow, that's so boring," Ruby suddenly commented.
Blake blinked, confused. "What's so boring?"
"The thing you were going to tell me."
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"Ahem," Blake coughed meaningfully.
"Don't cough on me, you faggot."
"Ruby."
"Boldened text doesn't make you special, Black."
"Ruby."
"So does underlines-"
"ENOUGH!"
Blake punched Ruby's mattress furiously, though all that came out was a disheartening "thump." Gritting her teeth, she glared at Ruby, who simply looked the other way and crossed her arms.
...No, I shouldn't be getting mad, Blake thought, sighing. I shouldn't-
"Can you go back to reading your gay shit again?"
Cat ears perked up as Blake's eyes widened. Looking up to stare at Ruby, she found the girl drinking out of her sixth bottle, letting out an unsatisfying groan after she pulled her lips away from it.
"You're weighing down my bunk bed with your fat ass."
"It's BLAKE YOU SUNUVA FUCKING DEAD BITCH-"