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Take Me Out To The Brawl Game...

Hey @indiequeen. You asked for Blake and Yang going out for drinks and Blake admiring how pretty her partner was? Here ya go 😊

There are a couple instances of sexist douchbags in here and an instance of faunus based racism toward Blake.

Okay, folks. I wanted this to be about Blake being cute and cuddly and flirty with Yang. And it is. But the story got away from me and some-fucking-how, a brawl gets started. I don’t know how I got there. But hey, it’s Blake and Yang so it’s a perfect date, right? 😂

Reminder that fight scenes are very new for me so... 🤷🏻‍♀️

I hope you enjoy 😊

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“I’ll get a Strawberry Sunrise, please. With one of those little umbrellas.”

Blake snorted, amused. When she and Yang had decided to get drinks, she didn’t know what to expect. Certainly not this.

“Wow. Never took you for a fruity lil drink kind of girl.” Blake teased as she leaned on the bar next to Yang. “What’s wrong? Can’t shoot whisky?”

“Ew.” Yang said, nose scrunched up in distaste. “No, thanks.”

“What about you, darling?”

Blake felt herself freeze at the endearment. She hated how it affected her. She hate how it made her feel.

“Blake. Not darling.” She said, voice low and ears pinned as she glared at the man in front of her. “And I’ll have a Dragon’s Heart whisky and a bottle of beer. Brand doesn’t matter.”

“D- Dragon’s Heart? Listen girl, I don’t think I-“

“Did I fucking stutter?” Blake interrupted, leaning forward challengingly. She was more than aware of the reputation the drink held. Which is why she usually only drank it when she wanted to be left alone with the company she had brought with her. Folks seemed intimated by a girl that could hold her liquor. Which meant she knew how to get around a bartender that refused to sell it to a girl.

“Fine. But I’ve seen grown men weep over it so don’t complain to me!”

“Thank you. And make it a double. No ice.” Blake said as she smirked at her partner, who was staring at her in shock.

“Uh, Blake? Not that I doubt you, partner. But are you sure you can handle it?” Yang asked, concern pooling in her eyes. Not that Blake could blame her.

“Of course. I know my limits and I never push them.” Blake said gently, giving Yang a soft smile. “Honestly? It takes a lot more than this to get me drunk. Buzzed? Sure. Tipsy? Yes. But not drunk. I’ll be okay.”

“Okay. Thank you.” Yang sighed, relieved. Yang wasn’t one to stop a friend from drinking. All she wanted was that they respected their own limits.

“Right. Here.”

Blake quirked an eyebrow at their barkeep as he placed the drinks down in front of them. Turning to Yang, she gave her a conspiratorial smile and picked up her whisky and quickly threw it back, maintaining eye contact with the man as his jaw dropped and he sputtered.

“Huh.” Blake hummed as she examined her empty cup. “A little bit less kick than I remember but it still tastes pretty good.” She places the lien on the table before grabbing her beer and walking over to a free booth and sitting down. Yang soon sat on her right and stared at her blankly before letting out a laugh.

“Wow. You are… something else.” Yang said, shaking her head. “I hate to admit it but… that was impressive. Did you see his face?”

“What can I say? I know how to handle most things involving dragons. Especially sunny little ones.” Blake smirked as she brought her beer up to lips, winking at her partner as she took a sip. She couldn’t help but admire the blush that grew over Yang’s face as she stirred her own drink with the little umbrella. She then took the time to admire Yang in general.

Yang was pretty. Stupidly pretty. The kind of pretty that made you wonder whether you were being called into the afterlife by an angel. Her hair was always perfect. Her eyes beheld that kindness and determination that she was known for. But there was also intelligence within them. Something that warned you to turn the page before judging an extremely pretty book.

“What are you staring at?” Yang teased playfully, an eyebrow quirked at Blake, who allowed a lazy smirk to grow.

“You.”

“Okay… and why are you staring at me like I grew another head?” Yang asked curiously, placing an elbow against the back of their booth and resting her head in hand, turning towards Blake.

“Because you’re pretty.” Blake said quietly. Maybe the alcohol was hitting her harder than usual. Or maybe she was drunk on something else. But suddenly, she found it incredibly hard to hide how she felt about Yang. So why try?

“Oh!” Yang squeaked in surprise. “Wait. Are you sure you’re not drunk?” She asked nervously as Blake shifted closer, leaving no room in between their legs.

“I’m sure.” Blake said before smirking. “If I go out of my way to start a fight, then I’m drunk.”

“Blake. That’s just you on a regular day.” Yang said teasingly as she tapped Blake’s nose.

“Yes…” Blake drawled as she reached up started lightly playing with Yang’s hair, gently curling it around a finger before dropping it, careful not to knot it. “But I meant that if I get drunk, I might not be as… diplomatic as I would like to be.”

“Ah.” Yang said, swallowing nervously as Blake draped her legs over her lap. “Got it.”

Blake let out a contented hum before leaning over to nuzzle her cheek. She tended to be even more affectionate when she was buzzed. And she was definitely lightly buzzed so… extra affectionate she was, too.

Yang’s cheeks, she noted, were definitely flushed as she curled her arm around Blake’s shoulder and pulled her closer. Blake hummed happily and reached up to trace along the freckles that littered Yang’s cheeks, causing her partner’s breathing to hitch in surprise before she leaned into Blake’s palm, a small smile crossing her lips as she closed her eyes. Blake felt a stinging sensation behind her eyes and blinked away her tears. Yang truly was the most beautiful woman she had ever met, inside and out.

“Hey, Blondie! You don’t need an animal to have a wild time with me!”

Both girls let out a low growl and looked at each other. Yang quirked an eyebrow and Blake scrunched her nose and shook her head. Yang gave a quiet nod in response and pulled Blake as close as possible. The arseholes currently leering at them simply weren’t worth the scene it would cause. And she appreciated Yang following her lead.

“Oi! Stupid bitch! I’m talkin’ to you!”

As the man stormed over, obviously too drunk and angry for diplomacy, both girls gave a weary sigh and drained the last of their drinks.

“Why can’t we go out, just once, without shit hitting the fan?” Yang groaned as she stood up.

“Oh come on, Yang. You know that the way to my heart is a good bar brawl.” Blake smirked as the man reached over to grab Yang before Blake was treated to the sight of a very drunk man flying across the bar. “Seriously. You keep this up, I might have to get down on one knee soon.”

Yang shook out her hand and snapped her gaze to Blake and stared at her for a moment while the drunk man’s friends ran towards them.

“Wait. What?!”

Blake simply smirked and vaulted herself over their table, slamming her heels into one of the men’s chest and sending him flying backwards. She instantly blocked a punch from another and used that momentum to send him to Yang who sent a round house kick to his jaw without breaking stride.

“Blake! What do you mean “get down on one knee?!” She yelled as she threw a man into his buddy and ran forward and slammed their heads together.

“That’s for me to know…” Blake shouted back as she slid under a bigger man. “And for you to find out!” She finished as she leapt up and wrapped her arms around his neck in a choke hold for several seconds before he dropped like a stone.

And as was common in bar brawls, once there’s a fight, everyone joins in and soon, the two found themselves at the centre of it all. Regardless, they made it out safely.

“God.” Yang laughed as they ran into an alleyway to avoid their pursuers. “At least nothing exploded this time.”

“Yang.” Blake sighed, as she counted down with her fingers, pointing at Yang as an explosion sounded. “Why must you tempt the devil?” She said with a smirk as Yang grinned sheepishly.

“Sorry. But now that we’re alone…” she said, eyes narrowed. “I hope you know I’m not letting that little comment of yours go.” She murmured leaning into Blake’s face with a smirk that grew as Blake’s face blushed heavily. Well. Two could play at that game.

“I could tell you…” she crooned softly as she draped her arms over Yang’s shoulders and brushed their noses together, smirking when Yang’s own blush appeared. “But where’s the fun in that?” She said, leaving behind a winking shadow clone as she ran back towards the school.

When she heard the frustrated shout and the sound of footsteps running after her, she couldn’t help the delighted laugh that escaped her. And she didn’t miss the playful one that escaped Yang.

Maybe their outing always ended in a brawl of some kind. Maybe explosions were sometimes involved.

But it was with Yang. So therefore, it was perfect.

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