Yang was buzzed. The type of buzz you only get after having a great night out. She'd just come back from a night of drinking and dancing, and as much as she would've liked to stay longer, she knew when to call it a night. After all, it could always be continued tomorrow.

She didn't knock on the door to her own room. Knocking was for losers. She made her grand entrance by kicking it open, revelling in the faces of her surprised teammates.

"Ding dong, momma's home!" Yang loudly declared.

"Yang, for God's sake, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" Weiss cried.

"I was halfway through a chapter of my book," Blake growled. "You completely broke my concentration. Now I'll have to read the sex scenes five times just to bring my immersion back."

"As your leader, I now have official authority to shoot you for doing that," Ruby snapped.

"You ladies could use some excitement in your life," Yang said. "Look at the three of you. It's a Friday night and all you want to do is read, study, and play video games. You're supposed to be out having fun."

"Studying is fun," Weiss countered. "Believe it or not, some of us came to this academy to expand our minds."

"You can still be a nerd and go wild," Yang said. "I get good grades and still make time to hit the town. That's what makes me so cool."

"You've just been to a bar all by yourself," Blake said. "That sounds like the exact opposite of cool to me. More depressing if anything."

"She inherited the only uncool thing about Uncle Qrow," Ruby said.

"Well, I wouldn't have to if you guys weren't such sticks in the mud!" Yang complained. "I can understand Ice Queen here having a no-fun policy, but come on! Blake, you were in the White Fang, you already know how to live on the edge. And Ruby, don't you want a taste of the life you were always told you weren't old enough to have yet?"

"First of all, I was fighting for what I believed - at the time to be - a noble cause," Blake said. "The only thing your fighting is smelly drunks who wanna grab your chest just because you smiled at them."

"And it's so much fun putting them in their place," Yang beamed. "Booze and brawls. What more can you ask for?"

"Not interested."

"I'm already a grown-up," Ruby said. "I don't need to be slamming shots and wake up with my head down the toilet to prove that."

"Very well put," Weiss approved. "That's why you're the leader, Ruby."

"I'm not talking about getting totally wasted and wishing for death the next morning," Yang said. "I'm talking about letting loose for once in your life. Let your hair down. We're heroes in training, we deserve to have a little fun."

"And we're glad you're having fun," Weiss said. "But that style of fun doesn't appeal to us. Why not ask JNPR to go out with you? I'm sure they'd say yes."

"And make myself the biggest third wheel in history?" Yang said. "No way. Those four have more romantic tension between them than all of Blake's books. A couple of drinks is all it'll take to get them to pounce on each other. I don't wanna be around for that."

"What about all those other friends you have?" Ruby said, then bitterly added, "you know, the ones you ran off with when you ditched me on our first day?"

"Oh, those guys covered in shadow? Nah, I don't even remember their names, and I can't tell the difference between any of them. They all look the same to me."

"That sounds a little racist," Weiss murmured.

Yang rolled her eyes. "Weiss, you can't be racist to someone with different colour skin. Only if they're a faunus."

Weiss frowned. "I suppose…"

"And I'm not ditching you this time," Yang said, going back to the original topic. "I'm extending an offer to all of you. Ruby, Weiss and Blake. You are cordially invited to paint the town red with your badass teammate Yang. There will be drinks, music and boys - cute ones. It'll be great."

"Thanks but no thanks," Blake said.

"I really need to get back to my work," Weiss said.

"Pass," Ruby said.

Yang couldn't believe this. She loved her team, but they could be so boring at times. Why was she trying to convince a group of teen girls to party? They should've been jumping at the opportunity the moment she suggested it. They were so totally backwards.

But she was a fighter. They had never gone partying before, and she was gonna change that. She just needed a way to get them on board. Her first approach hadn't worked, and she wasn't about to start begging.

The mischievous part of her brain suddenly came up with an idea.

"Oooohhhh, I see how it is," she smirked devilishly. "You should've said something sooner. There's no need to feel ashamed. I totally get it."

Blake's eyes narrowed. "Get what?"

"The reason you don't wanna go out is because you're too scared to do so. That's so cute. I mean, kinda sad, but cute."

"Scared?" Weiss said. "We fight Grimm on a daily basis. I'm hardly scared of having a night out with you."

"Grimm are easy," Yang teased. "You punch them hard enough and they're dead. You don't have to talk or dance with them. You couldn't handle a good-looking boy giving you some attention. It must make you so jealous knowing I can pull more guys than you."

"I didn't realise it was a competition," Weiss sniffed. "What's the prize? Syphilis?"

"I'm not trying to insult you, I get it. I was shy and awkward once too. You might grow out of it… eventually…"

Weiss said nothing and returned to her homework.

Yang turned to her partner. "What about you, Blake? I thought you were supposed to be a super-edgy freedom fighter. Someone like you can't handle big crowds? If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a chicken faunus."

Blake glared at her. "Now that is racist! One of the bravest people I know is a chicken faunus! He once killed himself because someone dared him to, and he's still committed to it to this day!"

"Whatever you say, Bella-bok-bok-donna." Finally, Yang looked at her sister. "You know what, Ruby? Maybe you've got a point. I don't think you're ready for a nightclub life yet. You probably wouldn't get past the bouncers with that adorable baby face of yours. You're better off leaving the grown-up stuff to us-"

"Oh my God, fine!" Ruby groaned. "Fine, we'll go out clubbing with you tomorrow! Just stop already!"

Yang punched the air. "Yes!" she cheered. "Finally, it's about time you learned how to go crazy. Tomorrow is gonna be the best night you've ever had."

"On one condition," Ruby said. "You stop annoying us about this. If we have a good time, we'll do it again. But if we don't, leave us alone."

"I suppose I can manage one night," Blake sighed.

"This better be worth it, Xiao Long," Weiss said.

"Oh, don't worry about not having a good time," Yang said. "By the time we're done, you'll be begging me to take you out again. Just you wait. You're all gonna thank me for this."

None of them looked convinced. That was fine. They would in time. Yang couldn't wait for tomorrow night. With Team RWBY on the scene, Vale didn't know what was about to hit it.

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The next day couldn't come sooner. It took even longer for the evening to arrive.

Yang inspected herself in the mirror, proud of what she saw. The nice thing about being as hot as she was was that she didn't have to put much effort into it. A nice shower to help her hair shine, along with a touch of makeup here and there, and she was already an elven on a scale of one to ten.

Her normal clothes were usually enough, but she was with the girls tonight and she was gonna be leading them. She decided to dress up a little fancier, choosing to wear the black shirt and cream vest that she saved for special occasions. Stylish, but not too flashy that it would make the others look plain in comparison to her. This was their first night out, after all. The least she could do was give them a chance.

She gave herself one last look-over. Spotless face, gorgeous hair, and a killer outfit that showed off just the right amount of skin. Playful, but not slutty. Everyone was gonna be putty in her hands.

She stepped out of the bathroom glowing with confidence. "Alright, ladies, I dunno about you but I'm ready to party till I-"

She paused when she saw her team.

"Oh, you're finally ready," Weiss casually said. "Took you long enough. Can we go now?"

Yang's mouth hung open. Who were these three supermodels in her room?

Weiss was dressed in a sparkling light-blue dress that only someone of her elegance could wear. Being the richest in the team, Weiss could afford the nicest clothes, but even for her it was stunning. Around her neck was a necklace with her emblem on it.

Blake wore a black crop top that exposed more skin than Yang thought her partner was brave enough to show. Complimenting it was a pair of tight leather leggings. You'd have to be blind to miss her curves in those things.

But Ruby… there was no way this was her baby sister. Her sister didn't wear leather jackets with small studs in them, nor t-shirts that ended just above her belly button, and that mini skirt? Never in a million years. Even her hair looked more brushed and stylised than before.

"Yang, are you alright?" Blake asked.

"D-Dayum!" Yang breathed. "You guys look… holy crap! What is with those outfits?"

"You told us to dress up," Weiss said bluntly.

"Yeah I know, but I didn't mean like fashion models! You guys have gone all out!"

"Did you expect anything less?" Weiss huffed. "A person of good standing should either look their best or not at all. There's no in-between about it."

"Okay, I can believe you and Blake getting dolled up for this, but Ruby? I've known you all my life, and I've never seen you in anything that's not gothic or doesn't have a cloak attached to it. Since when do you care about fashion?"

Ruby shrugged. "I thought I'd give the whole 'girly' thing a try for once. Whaddya think? Pretty good, right?"

Yeah, it was pretty good. In the same way that winning the lottery was 'pretty good'. Yang couldn't believe her baby sister could look so glamorous.

"Look, guys, as amazing as you all look, we've got a problem here. A very big problem," Yang said.

"What do you mean?" Blake said.

"You look too good. You completely blow my outfit out of the water."

There was a pause.

"... I'm not seeing the problem here," Blake said.

"Seriously?" Yang moaned. "Come on, we're supposed to be a team! I can't go out in this when you're all dressed like that!"

"I don't see what the big deal is."

"That's easy for you to say! I look like I'm wearing rags compared to you!

"Your outfit isn't bad. It's very… well, it's nice to see you wear something other than your ordinary clothes. Good effort is what I'm trying to say. Solid seven out of ten."

"I'd say six-and-a-half," Weiss commented.

"This is what I'm talking about!" Yang was aware she was whining like a baby, but it couldn't be helped. She had the most partying experience. She deserved to be the best dressed in the group. So what if she was jealous? It was justified.

Ruby casually twirled one of her red locks. "I mean, if it's that big a deal to you, we don't have to go out…"

Yang's eyes narrowed. "Oh no, I see what you're doing. You ain't slick. We are going out. I just need to find another outfit."

"What? How are you gonna get new clothes at this time?"

"I'll improvise. Wait for me in the courtyard. I'll be down soon."

Shrugging, the three of them left the room. Yang pulled out her scroll and started skimming through her contacts. It was great that her team had made an effort to dress up, but she couldn't allow them to have better clothes than her. They probably did it just to spite her. Well, she could play this game too.

She called the only person in Beacon who would have a spare outfit at such short notice.

Coco Adel answered her scroll. "Yang Xiao Long," came her voice on the other end. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Hey, Coco. I've got an emergency here. Do you have an outfit that isn't essential that I can borrow?"

"Honey, all my outfits are essential. A girl like me needs her entire wardrobe at her disposal."

"But there's gotta be something you don't wear often. I'll repay you whatever you want, but I need some new clothes. It's urgent."

There was a brief pause.

"Well, now that you mention it, I do have a couple of stuff that's never seeing the light of day again," Coco murmured.

"Great! I'll take 'em!" Yang eagerly said.

"Slow down there, hot stuff. I only bought these things so that no one would have to see them. They're like demons you gotta hide from the world. I don't think you want them."

Yang wasn't deterred. "I don't care how bad they are. It's only for one night. Please?"

"Alright. But it's your funeral."

The call ended. Yang didn't take Coco's warning to heart. The clothes had to be somewhat decent if they were owned by her. How bad could they be?

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The four of them were turning heads on every street. Ruby, Weiss and Blake because of how stunning they looked, and Yang was for… other reasons.

Okay, maybe Coco had a point. Maybe the leopard print leggings that came with in-built high heels were hideous. Maybe the black and white checkerboard-styled t-shirt that came up to her chin was an eyesore. Maybe the bright purple feather boa didn't fix the outfit at all, nor the sunglasses with little butterflies painted on them.

But who cared about all of that? Not her. Definitely not.

"Could you do me a favour?" Weiss said to Yang as they walked. "Do you mind walking a few feet ahead of us? I don't want anyone to think I'm with you."

How could she possibly care with all the support around her?

"Are you sure you wanna be walking around like that?" Ruby asked. "A lot of people are gonna see you. Some you might even recognise."

"Is this you trying to weasel your way out of tonight again?" Yang shot back.

"I'm just saying, you've never been bullied before. This might be the perfect opportunity for it to happen. I've got at least ten insults thought up already. You wanna hear them?"

"You guys don't have to worry about me," she scoffed. "The fact of the matter is I feel great in these. It takes confidence to make an outfit like this work."

"The only way to make it work is to burn it and wear the ashes instead," Weiss said.

"You're just jealous of my swagger, Ice Quee- ack!"

Yang's heel twisted on a cobblestone and she nearly went flying. She regained her balance by flapping her arms around like a bird learning to fly. "I meant to do that," she said.

"Well, I think it's very brave of you to wear that, Yang," Blake said. "It really gives off an important and inspiring message."

"Thank you, Blake." Trust her partner to say something positive. "Wait, what message?"

"Even good-looking people can look terrible with the wrong wardrobe."

Everyone giggled behind her. Being an extremely mature person, Yang didn't let it bother her.

"At least I've got variety," Yang argued. "My outfit is made up of a bunch of different styles. So in a way, I'm more fashionable than you all because I've got a bit of everything."

"Almost everything," Ruby said. "All that's missing is the red nose and the unicycle, and you'll be the best clown in Vale."

"Was that one of your insults?"

"Yep. Number five."

"Whatever. I'm already the hottest one here. I don't even need clothes to get a guy's attention."

At times her mouth worked at a faster rate than her brain...

"... you do realise how slutty that sounds, yes?" Blake said.

"Oh, look at that!" Yang said, trying to move past the embarrassment of her previous comment. "We're already here!"

Yang pointed to their destination - The Club. What it lacked in a creative name, it made up for in thrills. You could find everything there; a good drink, good music, an awesome fight. The place may have been more crooked than an old person's knee, but you couldn't say criminals didn't know how to have a good time.

"Here we are, ladies," Yang announced. "The first night of the rest of our lives begins here."

"That's a pretty long queue," Blake pointed out, looking at the long line of people that stretched outside the door.

"Oh don't you worry, we won't be waiting in that thing," Yang chuckled. "Follow my lead. We're cutting to the front."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Weiss said.

"Trust me. If this place still remembers me, they know what's good for them. They'll let us in without question."

The others didn't look convinced, but went along with her. They approached the line and Yang had no problem moving people out the way. At first they were annoyed, but then they got a look at her clothes. That annoyance turned to laughter. Very soon, everyone in the queue was laughing at her, happy to make way for the freak barging through them.

Yang sucked it up and dealt with it. They wouldn't be laughing when she and her team got the VIP treatment, while they were still stuck in the cold.

She didn't recognise the bouncer at the door. Must've been a new guy. He actually looked quite respectable. If he was smart, he'd let them in.

"Excuse me, pal," she said to him. "Me and my girls are looking to party. If you could let us in, that'd be great."

"Don't think I didn't see that little stunt of yours," he growled. "Get to the back of the line."

She smiled deviously. "Look, you're new, so I'll forgive you this one time. But trust me, you don't want me to lose my temper. Your boss must've told you about me. Name's Yang Xiao Long. I should be on the list."

His eyes narrowed. "Did you say your name's Yang Xiao Long?"

"See, you do recognise me. I'm flattered. Now scooch, it's chilly out here."

"Yeah, I recognise you. And you are on the list - the banned list. You're not coming in."

Yang's eyes widened. "Wait, what?" she cried. "I'm banned? Whaddya mean I'm banned? What for?"

"You're really gonna ask me that? The last time you were here, you completely destroyed the building and put several of the staff in hospital."

Ruby stared at her. "You did what, Yang?"

"Calm down, Ruby, it's not as bad as it sounds," Yang insisted.

"Really? Because it sounds like you destroyed a nightclub."

"... well, I mean, yeah I did. But they're criminals. Who cares?"

"You're lucky you weren't fined for the repairs," continued the bouncer. "A simple ban is more than you deserve. Now get out of here before I call the police."

"Are you kidding?" Yang gawped. "You can't get the cops on me! You're run by criminals! Whatever happened to 'snitches get stitches'?"

"We're not criminals."

"Sure you are! I know all about the shady stuff that goes on behind the scenes here. Hell, you look like a criminal! You look like you snort crack off a toilet seat!"

"We're under new management now. Whatever criminal connections the previous owner had have been severed. We've reformed, and we're doing everything we can to keep out the undesirable element."

His eyes were drilling into her when he said that.

Yang paled. Suddenly, the memory of that night didn't seem like an achievement anymore. "Oh… okay, maybe not off a toilet seat then. Somewhere clean. On a table maybe?"

"I have a wife and kids," he growled.

"I'm sure you split the crack evenly between them."

The bouncer shook his head and said nothing more to her. He looked at Weiss. "I also recognise you, Ms Schnee. You and your friends can go in, providing you don't take this one with you."

Her supposedly loyal friends looked conflicted. On one hand, they didn't look ready to abandon her. On the other hand, they were eyeing the door a lot.

"... it would be a shame if we came all this way for nothing," Weiss eventually said.

"Don't you dare abandon me!" Yang snapped.

"We're not abandoning you," Ruby said. "We're just temporarily… um… bye."

Ruby grabbed Weiss and Blake and activated her semblance. They sped off to the dance floor, leaving a trail of petals behind them.

Yang looked back at the bouncer. "Did I say my name was Yang Xiao Long?" she laughed nervously. "Sorry, that was a mistake. My name's… Susan. Yeah, Susan Smith. I'm just so used to being called Yang Xiao Long that I-"

"Scram!"

Yang groaned and walked away, ignoring the crowd that had just found a new reason to laugh at her.

How could she be turned away from anywhere? She was Yang Xiao-freaking-Long! They should've been rolling out the red carpet for her. She didn't expect that to happen because she was an extremely humble person, but even still.

That bouncer was probably feeling pretty high and mighty for what he did. Well, she'd show him. Stop signs were for people who lacked ambition. She was getting into that club. She just had to find another way.

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After walking around the side of the building, Yang found an air vent in the wall. It looked big enough for her to fit in.

"Can't believe I'm doing this," she sighed as she pushed a dumpster against the wall. She stood on it and pulled the metal grating off. "Sneaking around is so your thing, Blake."

She was aware that this was technically breaking-and-entering, but only if she got caught. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then squeezed herself inside.

It was a very tight fit. The more she moved her body, the more it felt like the walls were crushing her. Forget crawling. The most she could do was wiggle like a worm until she got out.

Her clothes didn't help either. The outfit was useless on many levels, including stealth ops apparently. The leggings made it basically impossible for her to bend her knees. The fear of ripping them was the only thing preventing her from stretching her legs out more.

She didn't even know where she was going. She couldn't turn backwards, she could only wiggle forward until she found the exit.

What if there is no exit?

Yang pushed the voice of doubt to the back of her mind. There had to be. Even if there wasn't, she wouldn't let herself die in an air vent dressed like this. She'd hear the jokes made about her all the way to the afterlife if she did. She concentrated on moving forward.

She didn't know how long she had been squirming for. Ten minutes? An hour? But the music sounded like it was getting louder, so she must've been closer to the dance floor.

But then the vent started to squeak and strain. It squeaked louder with every movement she made. She didn't realise the danger she was in until it was too late.

Unable to support her weight any longer, the vent collapsed.

Yang screamed as she fell, but she didn't fall for long. She landed hard against a wet and sticky floor. She groaned in pain, but at least she was inside now. Though it didn't look like the dance floor. Wherever it was, it stank.

"What the hell?" came a male voice.

She looked up and saw a bunch of dudes looking bewildered at her. They were standing by a couple of urinals. She felt her face heat up. Yup, definitely not the dance floor.

She had landed in the boy's bathroom.

Trying to hide her embarrassment, she struck a sexy pose on the floor. "Hey, fellas," she winked. "It kinda hurt when I fell all the way down from Heaven. Mind helping me up?"

"Girl, you know you're lying in piss, right?" one of the guys said.

She was what? Suddenly, it made sense why the floor was wet. She shrieked and scrambled to her feet, getting the hell out of there. This was not how she planned her grand entrance to be. A couple of people shot her strange looks when they saw a girl burst out of the boy's bathroom. Or maybe it was her outfit? Either way, she had eyes on her and not in the way she liked.

She dared to sniff herself. Sweet heavenly lord above, she reeked. As if her clothes weren't bad enough already. This outfit was getting burned after tonight. She doubted Coco would care. Hell, she'd probably thank her.

"Alright, now to find my ever-so-loyal team," she said. The night may have gotten off to a rocky start, but now she was ready to show them how to party.

It felt good to be back in the club. She always missed the booming music, the crowd of dancing people, the drinks. The nice thing about everyone being a little drunk was that they probably wouldn't notice her clothes. This was her scene. Her territory.

But as cool as the vibe of this place was, it could easily swallow you up. Her team must've felt cocky leaving her like that, but now that they were here they probably had no idea what to do. She chuckled to herself. Poor kids. She'd show them how it's done.

She found them hanging out near the bar. They didn't even have drinks in their hands. Typical. They probably didn't know what to order.

"Well, well, fancy seeing you guys here," she said, shouting to make her voice heard over the music. "You better not have started partying without me."

"There you are," Blake said. "We were waiting for you. We knew you'd find your way in somehow. You didn't punch out the bouncer to get in, did you?"

"I don't hurt civilians. Gimme a break."

"Why are you covered in dust?" Ruby said.

Weiss' nose wrinkled. "And what is that ghastly odour? It's positively rancid."

Yang chuckled. "Well, the dust is because I had to crawl through an air vent to get in. As for the smell… you don't wanna know that."

"You crawled through an air vent?" Ruby cried.

"Don't think about it. It's not important. This is important." She waved her arms to the room around them. "It's time for me to show you ladies how to live it up. But first, drinks! Weiss, you're gonna have to pay. I didn't bring my wallet because I used to know everyone here."

"Figures," Weiss sighed.

They approached the bar and everyone was all too happy to make way for the foul-smelling girl. Embarrassing, but it beat waiting in line.

"Right since you guys are newbie drinkers, we're gonna start off slow," Yang smirked. "Get the same order as me. Wouldn't want you passing out after one sip of tequila. No offence, Ruby."

Her sister just glared at her.

She turned to the bartender. "Yo, barkeep. One strawberry sunrise please. Oh, and make sure it's got one of those little umbrellas."

This was a good starter drink. Not too hard with just the right amount of buzz to get them going.

Weiss was next. "I'll take a rum," she told the bartender.

Yang nearly stumbled from Weiss' bluntness. "Whoa, whoa, hold on, princess," she said. "I know it's your money, but I told you to get what I'm getting."

"Yes, I heard you," Weiss said, then said to the bartender, "one rum please. No ice."

Yang stared at her in horror.

"I'll take a vodka and gin," Blake said. "Mix in some whiskey with it as well."

"Are you serious?" Yang gasped.

Up next was her sister. "Got any gasoline back there? Cause I'll just take some of that," she said.

These orders were insane! Didn't they have any idea what they'd be putting into their body? But then Yang realised what they were doing. This was obviously a test. They were just trying to make her look wimpy.

"Oh, I see what's going on here," Yang grinned. "So, you think you're big girls, do you? Well then, let's get serious. Bartender! Cancel those orders! We're doing shots! I don't care what you put in them, just make it good!"

The bartender grabbed four small glasses and started sloshing in whatever alcohol he had close by. He passed one out to each of them. Her team didn't look the least bit bothered.

"Here's what's gonna happen," Yang said. "When I say when, we all drink these down as quickly as we can. No breaks, we just gonna chug 'em back. Unless you don't think you can handle that."

"Doesn't sound hard to me," Blake said.

"As long as I get to drink something," Ruby murmured.

Yang gulped. She had only done this to call their bluff. Truth be told, strawberry sunrises were the only thing she could really handle. She didn't drink any harder stuff than that. If she drank this shot, she didn't know how she would react.

But she wasn't about to look weak in front of her team. "Great," she chuckled, trying to hide the uncertainty in her voice. She picked up her shot. "Well, get ready. On the count of three. One-"

"-Three!" Weiss said. Her teammates quickly drank their shots. Not wanting to be left behind, Yang practically threw the glass down her throat.

It was like a wall made of fire had been built in her stomach. That one shot carried so much punch, she thought her semblance would activate. Her eyes bulged and she desperately wanted to cough, but stopped when she saw how calm the other three were. What the hell was up with them? Had they been given water or something?

"Not bad," Weiss hummed, idly toying with her glass. "Not what I would've ordered, but not bad. Are you alright, Yang? You look a little stunned."

That little cow, she wasn't affected at all. None of them were. Well, she'd soon sort that out.

Yang punched her chest several times. "Fine," she wheezed. "Just warming up is all." She slammed her glass on the counter. "Barkeep, keep 'em coming!"

"Is that a good idea?" Blake said. "Weiss is right, you look kinda-

"Nope! This is part of the clubbing experience. Now, less talking and more drinking! Wooo!"

There was no way she was looking like a lightweight in front of her inexperienced friends. If she had to give her liver a kicking just to seem cool, so be it! She slammed her drink back, ignored the pain in her throat, then immediately ordered another. Rinse and repeat.

Three became four.

Four became six

Six… became… six...

Became… six…

Became…

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Yang Xiao who?

Oh yeah, Long. Her last name was Long. Loooooooong. Yang giggled quietly. That was a funny word.

She hiccuped and then continued her story. "And then I said to him, your face looks like a butt," she said with a slur, grinning the entire time. "But you know what though? Know what the funniest - hic - part was though? Okay, okay, I'll tell you." She leaned a little further over the bar. "He actually didn't! I made it up!"

She nearly fell off her chair laughing. Her legs kicked wildly, her arms clutched her sides. She had always been hilarious, but tonight she was on fire. She needed to write this stuff down. If only she had a pen and paper.

She guzzled down another shot and spoke again. "Alright, here's another one. I walked into a bar-"

"Yang, who are you talking to?" Ruby said. Her voice sounded really far away and echoey for some reason. Strange, considering how she was sitting right next to her.

Yang turned her head slowly. "You guuuuuuuuys, don't interrupt! I'm telling my story to Bob!" she moaned.

"Who's Bob?"

"Bob! The bartender, Bob! He's right there, see!" Yang pointed to where Bob was standing.

"Yang, there's no one there," Blake said.

A loud laugh tore through Yang. "Silly, Blakey, of course there is. He's right over-"

Yang paused. Her vision was blurry, but even she noticed that there was no one in front of her. Yang felt betrayed. Bob had been so loyal and patient. If she had another drink, she would've downed it to hide her sorrow.

"You've been babbling to empty space for the past five minutes now," Weiss said.

"And I'm pretty sure the bartender isn't called Bob," Blake added.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright, Yang?" Ruby said.

Yang spun around three times. Everything continued to spin even after she stopped. She didn't care about her shit clothes anymore, nor the way they stank of piss. She was bubblier than a bubble bath.

"I'm better than alright," she cackled. "I'm amazing. I'm Yang Xiao Lo… Lo… Looong! I'm the dancing queen, baby! The club can't handle this firecracker! You need to get on my level! Wuz the matter? Can't handle your drink? Guess you're not as cool as me."

"We've all had the same as you," Weiss pointed out.

Yang looked at the table and gasped. True enough, all their shot glasses were empty. "Well, then what are we waiting for!" Yang cried. "Come on, let's go dancing! I wanna go crazy!"

She stood up and immediately fell over, landing on her face. Oddly enough, it didn't hurt. Her whole body felt fuzzy. Blake and Ruby rushed over to pick her up. She giggled as they helped her. She loved her team.

"Maybe we should call it a night?" Ruby suggested. "You can't even stand up. Let alone dance."

Yang pulled away from their grip to prove them wrong. "I'll sssshow you!" she said. "You're all just jealoussss that I can dance better than you! Well, stand back, girlies! The Yang show is about to begin!"

Yang wobbled her way to the dancefloor. Her team followed quietly behind her. She staggered her way through the crowd. Everyone cleared a path for her. Not because of her clothes or stench. Because they knew the queen was here. And she was about to drop it.

The music kicked in and Yang felt new energy surge in her stomach, travelling all the way through the rest of her body. It didn't matter that her limbs felt like wet noodles. She was gonna dance until she dropped… which felt like it could happen at any moment.

Yang flailed her arms around like she was trying to shake them off her body. She punched the air and just about everything else around her. She wasn't normally this wild. Normally she had some sense of rhythm. But now she just wanted to cut loose. Live in the moment.

"Yeeeeeeeesh!" she shouted over the music. "Dancing queen, baby! That'ssss who I am!"

She had separated from her friends, but she could see them in the crowd. Holy crap… they could actually dance. Weiss was putting her ballet skills to work, Blake was making her body move in rippling motions, and Ruby danced with the same enthusiasm as her only with more control and skill. A small crowd was starting to form around them. They were getting all the attention.

This encouraged Yang to go even crazier, punching harder, spinning her hair around, jumping up and down. Her head was spinning. The room was blurry. Everything was so great right now.

After what felt like hours, she felt someone tapping on her shoulder. "Hey! Hey, you!"

She turned around. It was a boy. Probably trying to get her attention. That's what happened when you were as hot as her. Everyone wanted a piece.

She stared at him with a dopey expression. "Hey, fella," she said in a flirty way. "Here to ask me for a dance?"

"I'm here to ask you to stop! You're knocking everyone out!"

"Yup, that's me! Yang Xiao Long. I'm a total knockout!"

"No, I mean you are literally knocking everyone out! You're punching everyone! Look!"

Yang turned around and saw a bunch of unconscious bodies on the dance floor. A whole mountain of them was piled up near her.

She let out a noise that was a mix between a laugh and a burp. "Look at those suckers! They must be lightweights. One little sippy-sip of booze and blamo! Lights out! Nighty night!"

"They're not drunk! You did that to them! You're swinging your arms around and hitting everyone."

Yang leaned in and placed a finger on his lips. "Sssssh. Don't kill the vibe. If you can't handle me, then I'm sorry, babes, but this is the package! Now shaddup and dance with me!"

The boy pulled away from her. "I ain't dancing with you! You're drunk and violent!"

"Come on, stop being a killjoy and come here. Don't be sssshy."

She went to grab him, but her hand hit an invisible forcefield the moment she got close. She tried again to make sure she wasn't imagining things, but she hit it again.

"The hell? Wuz this magic crap?"

"It's my semblance," the boy explained. "I call it 'Chasity Bubble'. It protects me from crazy dumb hoes like you."

Yang blinked slowly. "Ssssorry, I don't know what you just said. My head's kinda fuzzy."

"Begone, bitch! I expel you!"

The forcefield around him suddenly expanded, launching her into the air and away from the dancefloor. After cartwheeling in the air, she eventually hit the ground. As fate would have it, she had landed back at the bar.

Perfect. She was dying for another drink.

She reached for her wallet, only to remember she didn't have any money. Her buzz depleted and she was five seconds away from bursting into tears. She wanted a drink and she wanted one now!

Then she saw another boy at the bar. Her eyes locked onto the bottle in his hand. Her problem was solved. She just had to do what every pretty girl did - make a guy pay for her drinks. It was time to turn on her charm.

She slid over to him, dragging herself across the bar like a sexy slug. She flashed him her winning smile. "Heeeeey."

The boy turned to her. "Yeah?"

She leaned against the bar and struck a pose. "What'ssss a girl gotta do to get a drink 'round here?"

"Uh, buy one maybe?"

She giggled and rubbed his hair aggressively. "Oh my God, you're so funny!"

"Hey, stop that! You'll ruin my hair."

"Let's just cut to the part where you find me really good looking. Because you do."

"What?"

"Buy me a drink. You know you want to."

"I don't want to! I don't even know who you are!"

She burped and said in a low voice. "I'll be whoever you want me to be."

"Fine, then be like my dad and disappear. Go away!"

Yang groaned. "Fiiiiine. I'll just have some of yours then."

She snatched the bottle out of his hand and began to guzzle on it like a baby with a bottle of milk.

"Hey! Give that back, that's mine!" the boy shouted.

Yang spat out the drink. "Bleeeh. This tastes like ass! Why'd ya buy me thissss?"

"I didn't! You stole it from me!"

"Then buy us something good then. Let's get two strawberry sunrises. One for me and one for me."

"Man, screw you, you crazy bitch! Stay away from me!"

He turned to leave, but she grabbed him by the sleeve. "Wait! If you go then who's gonna buy me drinks?"

"Not my problem! Piss off!" He yanked his arm back and left, leaving her all alone.

Yang slumped in her seat. What was she doing wrong? She had a great face, body and personality. She didn't even need that last one to have guys all over her. Beautiful people like her shouldn't have to work for attention!

She looked at the dancefloor again and immediately felt annoyed when she saw her team. Weiss was making out with some tall, strong, prince-charming-looking jackass. That guy could probably afford every drink in the bar if he wanted. Blake had some cute nerdy type of guy pinned with his back against a wall. She grinned like a hungry tiger as she rubbed her ass against him. Goddamn, she could be sexy when she wanted to.

At least Ruby wasn't getting any attention- oh wait, no, she was being literally carried by guys who looked like they came straight out of a swimsuit model shoot. Every one of them was tripping over themselves just to get close to her. Yang never had that kind of attention before.

And here she was; alone with only a half-empty bottle of booze to keep her company. She felt her stomach churn. It was probably a sign she hadn't drunk enough. She swung back what was left in the bottle. Her head suddenly felt heavy. She rested it on the bar, a small line of drool trickling out of her mouth.

"Holy shit, I don't believe it! Mil, get over here! You gotta see this!"

Yang didn't need to look up to know who was talking. She heard the Malachite twins coming towards her. The sounds of their heels clicking on the floor thundered in her head. Her stomach churned again.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she heard Melanie Malachite laugh. "Yang-Xiao-Fucking-Long, or what's left of her. What's the matter? Some guy stood you up? Can't say I blame him when you look and smell like that. You were ugly anyway, but goddamn you're a mess now."

"Come on, Melaine, we shouldn't make fun," Miltia said softly. "I feel sorry for her. She's clearly hit rock bottom like we always knew she would. And wow, she's hit it hard."

Melaine scoffed. "Fuck that, I don't mind kicking a dog when it's down. Especially when it's a mangy bitch like this. Can you hear me in there, Xiao Long? Or did you go braindead the moment you decided to wear that outfit?"

This was now officially the worst night of Yang's life. "Iz not faaaaair!" Yang moaned. "Thisssss was supposed to be my night! I'm the pretty one. Look at me! Ssssssuper pretty!"

"Speak for yourself," Melaine said. "You look like washed-up yellow trash. I wanna spit on you, but I think that would be an improvement. No wonder you're here all by yourself. Who'd wanna hang out with you?"

"Not alone," Yang mumbled. "Have friends… on dancefloor now…"

Melaine cackled. "They ditched your ass! Oh my God, this is too good! Mil, get a picture! I wanna save this moment!"

"Alright, you've had your fun," Miltia said. "Let's just throw her out already. You know she's not allowed here anymore."

"Just a sec, I'm enjoying this."

Yang felt her stomach growl furiously. It was getting angrier every second. "I'm supposed to be the cool one," she lamented. "Ruby's the cute one, Weiss is the nerd, Blake's the goth… I'm the cool big sisssster. I should have all the attention."

"I'd forget about that if I were you," Melaine taunted. "At the rate you're going, you'd be better off becoming a nun or something. Though I don't think even they could forgive your slutty ass."

Yang tilted her head up. Something about her blurry vision made Melaine look kinda hot. She smelled nice too, and the way she fired off insults gave her a sexy edge. Also, boobs. She had nice boobs.

What she was about to do was probably a mistake, but thinking was really hard for her right now. The pain in her stomach didn't help either.

"Sssshhcrew it, come here," Yang said, lunging at the smaller girl. Melaine yelped and moved back, causing Yang to stumble and collapse onto her. Barely able to stand, Melaine tried pushing the girl who was groaning and dribbling like a horny zombie off of her.

"You dumb skank! Get the hell off of me!" she yelled. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Come on, just a little kisssss," Yang said, trying to pepper her with smooches. "What's the point of being girls if we don't touch each other's boobs sometimes?"

"You stupid, drunk whore! Mil, a little help here!"

"I don't wanna get near here," Miltia said. "She smells weird."

"It's fiiiiine, they do it all the time in anime," Yang insisted. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"Just because you spread your legs for anything with eyes doesn't mean the rest of us do!" Melaine roared back. "Goddamit, get off of me! Why do the retards always have to be the strong ones?"

Yang was about to say something when her stomach felt like it was gonna explode. Her body suddenly felt even weaker than before. Her blood turned cold. She could feel something crawl its way up her throat.

"Oh crap," Miltia whispered then ran away as fast as she could.

Melaine's eyes widened in fear. "Don't you dare! Don't you fucking dare! I swear to God I'll kill you! Get the fuck off me!"

A shudder ran up Yang's body. Even she knew what was about to happen. But maybe she could hold it in? If she remained calm, everything would be fine.

The DJ's voice rang out through the club as he announced, "Okay, party people! The next song tonight is one of my own. Put your hands together for Mommy Issues!"

Yang spewed out brown chunks all over her.

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The night hadn't ended exactly as planned.

When the girls found Yang, she was nearly passed out and about to be killed by a screaming dark-haired girl. The white dress she was wearing would've been pretty if it weren't covered in puke. After Weiss paid her a considerable amount to leave her teammate alone, they left the club. Blake and Ruby volunteered to carry their drunken friend. They marched home through the dark streets of Vale, hoping to God no one would see them like this.

"I love you guys sooooooo much," Yang murmured. A brown speck of vomit could be seen in the corner of her dazed smile. "We should totally do this again sometime."

"Unlikely," Weiss dismissed.

"You're all like sissssssters to me."

"I am your sister," Ruby reminded her with a sigh. She didn't like having Yang's mouth this close to her. Her breath could melt bricks.

"Hey, Blaaaaaaake. Remember when I accidentally dropped your bow in the toilet? I didn't mean that. I'm sssssssooooooory."

Blake glared at her. "You dropped my what in where? Oh, you're lucky you have a hangover coming your way tomorrow!"

"Me? Hangover? Dunno what you're talking 'bout. I'm Yang Xiao Looooooooooo…"

Her eyes closed and her head drooped. Low snoring could be heard from behind her yellow locks that fell over her head like dirty straw.

"Well, at least that's shut her up," Weiss said. "Listening to her makes me almost miss my alcoholic mother. She was often drunk, but she was never… that."

"Like I said, she got all the worst parts from our uncle," Ruby said.

They eventually made it to Beacon and crept their way through the hallways back to their dormroom. They dumped Yang's unconscious form in the bathroom. There was no way she'd be leaving it tomorrow. The three of them stood over their teammate, watching her snore and mumble to herself.

"Let's all agree to never speak of this night again," Blake said.

"Here here," Ruby agreed. "We should've never agreed to this. I thought she'd be ready for our lifestyle. I thought she could handle it. Who'd've thought she'd crash so easily?"

"It's not your fault," Blake said. "Not everyone can be as wild as us. Maybe one day she can match us on our level. Until then, we best keep our party nights a secret from her. Her thinking we're all boring introverts is a small price to pay."

"My bad bitch reputation came dangerously close to being tarnished tonight," Weiss said. "We must do something to redeem ourselves. What say you three? Next week, the usual time and place?"

Ruby grinned. "You're on. We're gonna own this city."

"Wahey, absolute lad!" Blake cheered

The three of them put their hands together and made a pact. Remnant's biggest party trio would storm their way to victory once again. Drinks, music, and boys. So it was, so shall it ever be.