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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
- 22
- 23
- 24
WARNING: More Bumbleby in this chapter. Drug use, truth or dare, striptease

=Chapter 23
The rest of the evening was spent with Blake's 'very important Breakup Supplies'. More weed, a tub of ice cream, a delivered pizza with all the toppings and a cheesy comedy flick. Both of them had spent it huddled on the sofa, with no further comments or moves made since their hazy kiss. It was enough to bring Yang out of her sobbing state before she eventually left Blake's company and retired to the spare bedroom, and slept away the rest of her high on the sofa.
And she was still fast asleep when there was a knock on the front door the next afternoon. Sun had just gotten off a shift after a big wiring job, and had already agreed to head over to Blake's for his weekend off. Blake had told him Yang would be there for a few weeks, perhaps even a month or two, so he had brought a few things in his bag in an attempt to cheer her up. A few older generation game consoles and lots of snacks. But he didn't expect that the two of them would have had some of their own herbal remedies.
"Sorry," Blake hissed apologetically as he glanced between her and all the empty pizza boxes, ice cream cartons and scattered beer bottles. "She's just… in really bad shape. I'm blowing through my whole stash twice as fast as usual trying to keep her from getting depressed again."
"Y'know weed isn't the solution to everything, right?" He sighed again at the amount of trash in the living room. But right away went to help clear things away, starting on picking up the bottles one by one and loading them into his hands. Curiosity was having him wonder how many were Yang's and how many were his girlfriend's. "I mean it's fun, yeah, but are you sure this is a good idea for her right now?"
"It's the only idea. Letting her stew and sulk isn't going to get her anywhere." When Sun didn't seem mollified by such a viewpoint, she rolled her eyes and added, "Can you honestly say that's good for her? You didn't see her when she got here, man… she was in bad shape. Really rough. It was either that or drive her straight to Six Flags, and I didn't already have tickets for that in my 'box of magic tricks'."
Shaking his head and looking toward the number of bottles that remained, even when he was holding six, he laughed, "Blake, booze, weed, even roller coasters are just distractions. Stuff like this, you gotta let yourself be sad before you can be happy again. Cause essentially, it's grieving, y'know? She lost something really huge – a part of herself."
The bleak look in her eyes bordered on haunted. "I… I know. But she's not ready to face the whole thing head-on yet. I'll keep an eye out, make sure she doesn't go overboard. Don't you think I'm talking to her here and there, as well?"
"Well yeah, of course. But I just think she needs conversation more than a hit." He shrugged his shoulders, gathering the rest of the bottles all in one plastic bag to dump them. "But then again, you know her best, I guess. I mean, you’ve got a past, and you've seen her at her lowest."
"Yeah… yeah, I have. And this is the worst she's been since she was first transitioning. She's a fucking wreck, Sun. This thing with her would-have-been sister-in-law… I don't know. That bitch really found all her weak spots and exploited them just right – and I could throw her into a trash compactor for that. She might never bounce back from it completely."
"Maybe not for a while… but as long as we keep an eye out, make sure she knows she has friends, she'll be fine. There isn't a risk she'd try to… you know what, is there?"
That brought Blake to a standstill. Eyes wide, she walked straight up to him and laid a hand on his shoulder. "If that happens… you know what? No. That's not happening, period. I just got her back in my life, and there's no way I'm going to fail her as a friend. Not twice in one lifetime."
Then she turned to stomp upstairs and wake said friend from her weed-induced slumber.
Yang was figuratively dead to the world. In a half asleep, half-awake stage, fully sprawled out over the makeshift bed, even with an arm and a leg hanging over the side, she continued to snore peacefully. And she had no plans to stop herself to get up, just lay and sleep for a few more hours. But that wish was about to be interrupted …
"Rise and shine, sleepy head," Blake called through the door. At first. She wanted to start out gentle and work her way up to loud eventually; it wouldn't do to be overly mean to the poor girl after the few rough days she'd been having.
From the other side the door a low toned whining could be heard in exchange, followed by the obvious sounds of her rolling over as she strained her voice.
"Five more… hours."
"Nooo, not five more hours. Now!" Silence. "Come on… don't make me come in there!"
Groaning yet again, Yang only covered her face with the bedsheets. Even if she wasn't stoned any longer, she was at least too tired and slightly hung over to care about anything anymore. Far too tired to be concerned that her upper half was naked, and Blake was about to come in and see it.
There was a pronounced sigh from behind the door. Then the knob rattled and it swung open. "Okay, dude, I know this isn't the high point of your life, but you can't just lay around all day, doing no… nothing."
Nothing was right; Yang's full and perfect breasts were out there on display. And Blake wasn't sure how to feel about that. Not sure at all. Especially since she hadn't seen them in this state before; with two linear scars beneath each one, both much bigger than they used to be. Obviously Blake knew she had them, but had yet to see them fully in the flesh.
But as soon as Yang recognized Blake was in the room, she threw the sheet off her face, and held it straight over her chest instead. Not as if to hide it, but more like a child about to throw some kind of tantrum. "But it's still earlyyyy…"
Blake's smile was both relieved and bemused. "Oh, it is, is it? You know it's like, afternoon, right?" But instead of pushing the matter further, she came and sat on the futon in front of Yang's pelvis, nestling herself in the sweet little spot. "Hey," she sighed as he hand began to drift up and down her naked arm. "Sorry, I'm not trying to be a dick. Just… Sun is here, so maybe we could all watch a movie or something?"
"Is this before or after we tell him we made out?" she groaned. But did as she was asked, sitting herself upright to make some sort of effort towards getting up. “Ugh… what truck hit me?”
That reminder made Blake's face pinken very slightly, but she did her best to push through. "Umm… okay, I was gonna ask you if you remembered that happening, too. Guess that saves me the trouble." Fidgeting with her fingers, she shrugged, "So. You're… ready to tell him with me, right? Since it's kind of both our fault."
Yang shrugged her shoulders. She didn't exactly want to tell him it happened. In fact, she slightly regretted it happening in the first place. Slightly. But hiding it was only going to make more guilt, and hurt an innocent party. Besides, in the face of everything with Weiss, this barely mattered. This time, more aware that she was half naked, she held the sheet up against her chest as she stood.
"Yeah. We need to get it over with."
"Your body really is gorgeous," Blake told her in a would-be casual voice. There was a little too much nervousness in it to be believed, but she had tried to keep it sounding like an offhand comment; something to help Yang feel better.
And it did. Even if she didn't want it to, the compliment made her cheeks begin to turn red again. Hearing that from Blake, someone who had seen her before transition, meant the world to her. Especially since Blake loved how she was before, but seemed to equally like how she was now. The way Yang wanted it to be. She leant down to fetch her shirt from the ground, deciding not to bother with a bra today. Hopefully she didn't have to leave the house.
"Thanks,” she finally made herself reply. “I'm pleased with it, even if a lot of people don't think I should be."
"No, you… I mean…" Trying for a hammy comedian tone, she said, "I like what you've done with the place!"
Throwing her shirt on while she had her back turned to Blake, she managed to force a small chuckle, turning back around to her once she was covered up. “Thanks.” Boxer shorts and a top, that would do for the day. If Blake allowed it, that was.
Pushing to her feet, since it seemed like Yang was ready to leave her room, she blurted, "Seriously, though, you look great! I think you did before - and I mean, just with the wig. Not 'as a boy' before you transitioned." Clearly flustered, she whispered, "You're just really pretty is what I'm trying to say, even if I'm saying it wrong."
It only continued to make Yang smile again. At the very least, it was another person on her side. One less person to call her a circus freak and actually learn to respect the work she had put into making her body reflect her soul. Definitely a positive.
"Thank you, really… I was kinda worried you'd freak out. Since you're not used to me having… well, jugs."
"True, it's… new," Blake laughed as they finally left to head downstairs. "But I knew you were planning on getting them, so it's not really a 'shock'. Just new."
By the time they made it downstairs, Sun had mostly finished tidying the living room. The one who actually lived in the place felt ashamed that she had let it get so bad when normally, her townhouse was quite tidy. Having Yang around had regressed her to her college days, it seemed. Picking up the final bag of trash from the ground, he looked at the two women standing in the doorway. Yang expected to be shouted at for it, but that definitely didn't happen.
Instead the boy smiled, looking right at Yang. "Hey buddy. How'd ya sleep?"
It brought a sigh of relief to the blonde bruiser, who rubbed her eye with the ball of her hand to try and wake herself up. "Good… the alarm clock's annoying, but yeah." And then she gave a small smirk toward Blake.
"You're welcome," Blake muttered, then cleared her throat and said to Sun, "Sorry for making you pick up after us… I was gonna get it later, I promise."
"It's fine, seriously! Yang's not up to it right now and you're helping her out. I'm just doing my part."
He smiled happily at them both, heading straight into the kitchen from the living room and dumping everything accordingly, even the recycling. In fact, the happier he sounded, the more and more Yang was beginning to feel guilty. They were about to deliver some decidedly unpleasant news. That feeling was made worse when she heard him call out just as happily to them.
"Oh, I bought some old consoles for us to mess around on! A hacked Wii so we can play a bunch of old SNES games, PS2 - even my old Dreamcast! Thought we could all rage at one another on Sonic Shuffle or something."
Blake also had the good grace to glance at Yang with a grimace, clearly also thinking about their lapse in judgment the night before. "Sonic Shuffle? Wow, that's a blast from the past!" was all she said, however.
"Hell yeah it is! You know what I'm like for retro games. Found it in a thrift store for fifty cents, I keep saying they're worth going I-" When he entered the room again, he caught the both of them looking glumly toward the ground, and his smile began to fade. "Uhhh… is everything okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine." Perhaps "fine" was stretching the truth, but Blake knew it wasn't a lie, either. Nothing was truly wrong, no one had died, and no one was hurt. Regardless, she tried to get this topic out of the way quickly, efficiently. "Um, remember how we talked about whether or not we'd… be okay with an open relationship before?"
Sun tilted his head. There was an increasing amount of worry in his expression. And yet, not as much as Yang had expected. "Yeah, I remember; I’m not getting that old yet . What's up?"
"Well… this isn't really that! Not at all! But it's in that general area." Glancing over at Yang, she sighed and decided it was best to get it out and over with - but with a minor adjustment. "Last night, I got a little too stoned and kissed Yang."
Which made the blonde's eyes widen. That was wrong, Yang was the one that kissed first. Blake had just taken the blame for it instead. She was about to raise her hand to correct it, but was interrupted.
"That's it?" Sun asked, looking back and forth between them both, clearly unimpressed. "Seriously? I mean, come on, getting stoned and making out sounds like par for the course. You always get a little touchy-feely when you’re high."
"Well… I know, but with our history…" Blake shrugged and looked down at the floor. Maybe she couldn't explain why she felt guilty despite their previous attempts to discuss this possibility; logically, she shouldn't. "Guess I just feel bad because you weren't here and I didn't ask if it was okay, or something."
"Look, I know you guys have a past. And I know it was pretty… big." He pushed a hand through his hair, scratching the top of his head, looking to one side as he thought about things. Although he then looked back up. "But the breakup wasn’t super messy, and you're best friends now, for crying out loud. I trust you, Blake. And I trust that Yang's someone you know and someone who won't hurt you. It's way better than some random dude or chick I barely know."
That flabbergasted her completely. Glancing between the two blondes, she said with a nervous laugh, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're actually encouraging me to bang her again!"
"Well no, I'm not encouraging it. More like… how do I put it… Don't ask, don't tell?"
But as he continued to scratch his head nervously, Yang was only just beginning to come to terms with what was happening. Blake's boyfriend was not only okay with what was happening, but was fine if it continued. Or even if it increased all the way into the bedroom. Not only that, but the first thing Blake went to was the possibility of them sleeping together again. Did Blake really want to?!
For her part, Blake was clearly as stunned as she was. The room was silent for a few more seconds before she awkwardly swung her arms a little, then said, "Ohhhhhh-kay, then. Guess that's, um… that's how that goes. Yep."
"Just one condition: don’t do any of that stuff while I’m around. Keep it between you guys. Cool?"
"Cool…" It was the only word that slipped from Yang's mouth after all that as they watched Sun head for the bathroom to keep cleaning up. Everything had happened so quickly. Within the space of a few minutes, Yang had gotten up, barely dressed, and apparently was now in a causal relationship with her ex again. After barely a week of being away from Weiss. Was that normal? Or even, the best thing for her? She needed the attention - craved it, in fact. But a part of her felt horrendously guilty. If Weiss were to find out…
No, that wouldn't happen. Yang was determined of that. She couldn't even tell Ruby of this if she rang again. As far as anyone was concerned, Yang was still just crashing at Blake's while things died down. As she planned in the first place. Besides, maybe the single kiss would be as far as it went; no use panicking over nothing.
Blake caught her elbow and whispered into her ear, "Wow, I am… so sorry this went this way. All I meant to do was clear the air, and now he thinks we're…" Her voice cut off from finishing that. "Not that there would be anything wrong with that, but it totally was not what I meant! Even if that kiss was nice, we're not required to do it again!"
"It's okay." It wasn't. That was all Yang could think to whisper back to her as she was still trying to process it all. But she hadn't the heart to say anything against things, not just yet at least. Only thing she did bring up, however… "Look, I'm still tired as fuck right now. Y'mind if we just chill out a while and worry about this later?"
"Oh… y-yeah, totally." Blake looked down to her socks as she followed Yang into the living room, chagrined. It was written all over her face that she thought she was messing up a lot, but she tried to simply put it out of her mind. She cleared her throat, glanced sideways at Yang, and called out, "So, Sun… you said you have Sonic Shuffle?"
"Yeah! Mario Party on the Wii, too! Want me to set it up?"
Yang only paced toward the sofa, sitting herself down and sinking into it yet again. At times, her gaze went straight back to Blake's 'box of tricks' on the table. It was both the solution to the problem of being so upset, but the cause of this new mess she had gotten herself into. Maybe none of this would have happened if she’d turned it down in the first place.

A little over a week passed without much change. Blake would go to the office during the day where she worked as an administrative assistant, and Yang would laze around staring at bad soap operas and hating life. Though the brunette worried a lot about that, she knew these kinds of things really took their toll so she tried not to be too judgmental. Of course, if nothing had changed after a second week, she'd have to intervene.
Meanwhile, having her around again was complicated, but good. She still really loved Yang after all these years, had missed certain things about the way they were together. There was a comfortable fit to them, a familiarity. It was even easier than her and Sun, which already felt like the most natural relationship in the world. Both of them were jokesters, and both had an easy confidence, but Sun was the one who acted more like a little boy, with the childlike wonder that brought her back from the rigors of the professional world effortlessly. Yang, on the other hand, was the drunk college friend who needed to party like there was no tomorrow - even though the "need" to find an escape stemmed from a different place now than it did back then. Both blondes were fun, in different ways.
How did she wind up with two Asian blondes?!
Friday night was such a relief; now she could spend all weekend with a much less morose Yang Xiao Long. Maybe it wasn't normal, but she had found herself bouncing with excitement at the prospect all throughout her workday, humming as she typed, chuckling quietly about something Yang had told her the night before. If she didn't know better, she'd say she was-
'Nope, not going there,' she thought at herself pointedly as she opened the door and slipped the keys back into her purse. Clearing her throat, and the cobwebs in her mind away, she called out, "HEY, I'm home!"
"Welcome back, honey!" That wasn't Yang. That was the cocky voice of her boyfriend coming from the living room. While she was away, Sun had pulled a day off due to a really low number of jobs. Rather than wait for a response from Blake, he went straight over, and had been in Yang's company all day. Both were currently in the midst of one of Sun's favorite activites: Bad Movie Night.
It seemed like it was working for Yang, as she was staring at the screen while their film was coming to a close, hands outstretched towards it like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Why does ninety percent brain capacity mean time travel? What the actual FUCK?!"
"Oh, looks like I missed the party," Blake snorted, smiling behind their backs. They were so cute together; she was almost thinking of them as her little blond bookends. "Mind if I pick the next one? I was thinking about ordering some Chinese."
Yang snorted to herself. Already in a giddy mood from the movies, she looked over to Blake and smirked. "Why order more when there's all this Chinese on the couch?"
Sun had picked the wrong time to be drinking more of his beer. That comment made him dribble some down his face against the bottle, quickly putting it back on the table when he laughed loudly, having to hold his stomach. "Holy shit, Yang! You racist!"
Blake was rolling her eyes, but eventually the look of Sun's face with all that beer running down it got her laughing, as well. "You dorks. Fine, if that's the case, I won't have any delivered - you'll make it. I want a half order of pork fried rice and some crab rangoons, alright?"
"Dude you say this… as if I know how to cook?" Yang commented, patting the space on the sofa between her and Sun to get her to sit down. That was one problem with Yang as a house guest: she had no idea how to cook, or where to begin. In fact she barely knew how to do the dishes or clean, even after all these years. But she was at least half-assing those things.
"I know you don't, but Sun can - and you can learn! Riiiiiight?"
The implication was pretty clear; she would try to learn, or hear no end of things. She leant her head back and groaned at the ceiling. "Do I have to?"
But Sun could tell exactly what Blake was after. Anyone could just order in food, but it wasn't the right thing to do necessarily. And while Yang was still in a glum mood when having do nothing but watch TV all day, this was one of those cases. It was better to try and motivate her rather than allow her to let herself go further down that road. Hopping up to his feet, he immediately helped Yang to her own.
"Yeah, you do! This isn't college, you can't have take out every day. C'mon! Pork fried rice is easy! Assuming we have pork… and rice… and a can of peas, and vegetable oil, and…"
Plopping down in the warm spot Sun had just vacated, Blake gave her new roomie's receding backside a little push with her hand. "Go learn, go learn! I'll be here when you get back."
"Nyeeeeeh…" Yang continued to protest, but she was being pulled away into the kitchen by Sun before she could make any real effort to stop it. Even if she knew her friends wanted to keep her active, she lacked the motivation. That had been lost since the abrupt breakup two weeks ago. And it would take far more than cooking to bring it back.
Still, Sun persisted anyway, and could be heard from the back room giving Yang instructions. Seemed it was his turn to play the nagging friend this time.
About twenty minutes later, Blake wandered in and took a deep inhale of the air, noting the scent of pork mixed with simmering oil. "Mmm, smells good so far." She snaked her arm around Sun's bicep and pulled herself closer to him, trying not to disturb what he was doing with his other arm.
Instinctively, Sun pulled her inward, giving a soft kiss on the top of her head while he continued to turn the pan back and forth, letting the rice fry evenly with the chunks of meat. He managed to get Yang busy with tasks that didn't require much effort, like getting plates and trays ready, and preparing drinks. Although while Sun had asked for squash, Yang had instead fetched three more bottles of beer. She was insistent that their night wasn't going to be a sober one, even without telling them. The main giveaway to that was when she reached to fetch the bottle opener.
"Slow down, girl!" Blake laughed as she watched Yang determinedly work on getting them drunk as soon as possible. "I know it's Friday, but…"
"Oh come on, why not? I can give you money towards it if that's what you're worried about." She'd been very slightly drunk all week. Even if it was never enough to get fall-down plastered, it seemed a necessity. Like she couldn't not have it.
But Sun shook his head, finally taking the wok off the heat as he paced toward the plates. "It's not the money we're worried about, it's the rate of intake. Don't you wanna slow down a little?"
"Right, exactly." But Blake decided she shouldn't push any more. They had said their peace, and it would be up to Yang to heed the advice or disregard it. Forcing the issue would yield no positive results.
"Oh please don't start," Yang sighed, holding one bottle firmly and the opener in the other. She hadn't opened it yet, but showed no signs she was going to put it down. "It’s just a pick-me-up."
"Your liver will need a pick-me-up if you keep drinking beer every night! We can get drunk another night, okay?" Sun was insistent. Of course, there were other ways to get the same relaxed feeling, ways without booze that Blake had acquired, but the two hadn't touched that again since that first night. Blake feared it was a habit she didn't want to get Yang too into, since it was expensive. But it would be better than beer for her health.
"Sun," Blake finally whispered, turning her head aside so that Yang couldn't hear her as easily. "Let her have one. I… kind of agree with you, and I'm glad you're looking out for her as much as me, but she's still pretty fucked up."
Deeply sighing, he looked between her, Yang, and the beer she was holding. Running his spare hand through his hair again, he eventually gave Yang his full attention again. "Alright, whatever. You can have one, but I don't feel like getting drunk tonight."
"Fiiiine." Yang exaggerated, popping the cap off the one in her hands and going back to one of the other two she had pulled out, holding it up and tilting it back and forth in Blake's direction. "What about you, Kitten? You want one?"
Blake's hand came up to take it, then froze. Her amber eyes flicked to Sun very briefly, hesitant, before she cleared her throat and took the beer to hopefully distract him from something she'd rather not get into.
"Y-yeah, I'll have one. That's my limit tonight, though; getting super trashed and stoned never mix very well."
"Oh brother…" Sun rolled his eyes, instead turning around to plate up the rice. Blake knew Yang best, and saw no point in arguing with them. Nor did he see this as a time to be trying to talk Blake out of getting stoned again.
But Yang however seemed to brighten up when Blake mentioned the latter part. It had been a week after all. "Can I join in on the stoned part?"
That had the raven-haired girl pursing her lips. "Yes. We'll try it once; Sun will be pretty sober so he can gauge if you have a good reaction or a bad one. But if you start freaking out or having a 'bad trip', we're forcing you to drink coffee and sober up whether you like it or not. Deal?"
"Deal." Yang nodded, already starting to head back into the living room with her beer in hand, seeming much more perky and happy already.
Leaving Sun to pick up both his and her plates. Before Blake collected her own, he had to say quietly, "Don't make a habit of getting her stoned. I know you know her best, but just be careful."
"Yeah, I know you're not down with this," she said, only the tiniest bit irritably. "Me doing it too much, or her doing it to avoid pain, and that it's not good in the long run, and all of that. Just… she needs more time before she can confront it, and I'm not going to stop her from doing what she thinks she needs for now, alright?"
He sighed once again. It was clear he wasn't going to win this. "I'm only trying to look out for you both. I'm worried, too. But I'll take your word for it if you think this is for the best. But please, just be careful?"
"I will, I promise. Really."
Then Blake followed him into the living room, where they put aside their worries in favor of a night of frivolity. Blake was more affected by her beer than Yang was, due to her slightly lower BMI, but with it only being the one bottle it was more than manageable. For Sun's sake, she waited until she could feel the effects wearing off somewhat before breaking out the magic box.
"Now, we're only doing one bowl," she warned Yang as she prepped it. "Gotta save some for tomorrow, right?"
"Awwwh…" Yang put on a pouty face, but straight away started to grin to show she was kidding. She was in much better spirits already; maybe because of the booze, or maybe the presence of two friends. No matter what it was, the thoughts of Weiss were seeming to diminish to a point she could handle them, as long as she had plenty to distract herself with. She did however then look toward Sun. "So, my fellow Chinese chef, you having some?"
Scratching the top of his head, Sun debated that for a moment. He himself wasn't much of a taker, only on the odd occasion when his girlfriend did in his company. And even then, it was mostly from her shotgunning him. "I dunno… My mom'll probably give me a lecture if I go home smelling like pot again. I was able to convince her it was just from one of the houses I went to for my job, but…"
"I got some Febreze after last time," Blake half-laughed, but she did have a sympathetic slant to her smile. "But you don't have to if you don't want to. We'll miss you while you're hiding in the bathroom, though."
He watched as Yang readied to take the first hit. No use in fighting it, not when it meant he could have fun with the two of them. "Ah fuck it, she'll be in bed by the time I get home anyways."
"That's the spirit." Yang grinned, inhaling the first breath of smoke before she passed it over to Blake, breathing it outward toward the ceiling. "What mama don't know won't kill her."
"Right," Blake said with a smirk as she inhaled deeply of the lingering smoke on the air. "Ahh… home sweet home." Then she hit it herself, pulling deeply and motioning for Sun to lean over so she could let him smoke in the usual manner.
"Hmm, a threesome with Mary Jane and Blake Belladonna? Don't mind if I do…" Sun grinned, climbing over the sofa and leaning right toward her, opening his mouth slightly so she could do as she wanted freely. Even if he wasn't supportive of her smoking so often, he wasn't going to turn down a hit if it was delivered via her lips.
Unfortunately for Yang, as she watched them both, it was causing a slight wave of jealousy. She couldn't put her finger on what the cause was, whether it was because it was that she had been exchanging smoke with her in the same way a week ago, or whether it was the fact they were a couple in general – stupid as that would be. She wasn’t in love with Blake. No, this was more about her general depression. Even if she was happier, there were still times when she found herself sinking extremely low when she thought back to what she had to leave: the relationship in general, and Weiss herself. There was a tiny voice inside her that wished it was Weiss that she was sharing this new sensation with, that she could be shotgunning the way Blake and Sun were doing right now.
When Blake pulled back, she was all smiles, offering the pipe to Sun, but he declined - as per usual. Then when she turned back to Yang. "Hey, you okay?" she asked, her grin slipping slightly when she caught the look. "You got a thousand-yard stare going on, and you've only had one hit."
"Huh?" Yang shook her head, suddenly looking back toward Blake again and faking a smile, taking the pipe gently from her. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine! Just… yeah, still feels weird. I'm so glad you're letting me do this again."
Of course, Blake saw right through her assurances; with a constant source of sadness like a breakup, she didn't even have to ask what she had been thinking about. So she just said, "No problem. Eventually I am gonna ask you to start chipping in when I have to go buy more, but I'd never tell you that you have to go get it, or cut you off unless it was becoming a problem for some reason."
"Oh yeah, definitely. I mean, my paycheck went through a little while ago and I… don't have anything else to spend it on…" Of course she didn't. Not now that she was lacking someone to spoil. Even if her previous girlfriend could have bought herself anything in the world, she still enjoyed buying things for her when she could. The hanfu being the prime example.
Yet again, Yang was beginning to slip back down. And Sun noticed this time. As Yang took another hit, he began to smile, giving Blake a slight nudge to get her attention as well, he took Yang's completely empty bottle, placing it on it's side on the table. "Hey Yang, how about a game of Truth or Dare?"
"Ooh, that's a great idea - and I have the perfect thing for this!" Pushing up from the floor, Blake sprinted into the kitchen and coming back with a small grey tin and a bottle of water. Slapping both on the table, she looked around at all of them with a wicked glint in her eyes.
"Whoever refuses to do either the dare, or tell the truth they were asked… has to eat an anchovy."
Yang’ s face was priceless. "Oh, fucking gross! Why you gotta make it nasty?!"
"Well, you better do the dares then, Blondie. Or be ready to tell us everything." Really, it was a distraction. Even if he was telling Blake it wasn't the best thing to do, he could understand that letting her dwell on things like this while high could lead to dangerous consequences. And he also was grateful that she had picked a non-alcoholic consequence for wimping out.
Not dwelling on it any longer, he spun the bottle, waiting as it spun on its side repeatedly. Around and around and around… that was until he regretted it. It landed right on him. "Oh, shit."
"Yes!" Blake laughed and clapped. "Okay, how do we wanna do this? Last person who spun asks the next person's question?" When neither of them objected, she shrugged and looked at him. "Okay, I’ll go this time. Sun… truth or dare?"
"No faaaiiir…" Sun complained, folding his arms and pouting. But by now, a few minutes had passed and the pot was beginning to take effect. "Alright, Dare."
Blake pursed her lips in thought. In reality, this look on her face had a lot to do with why Yang called her "Kitten" - but she tried not to think about that. Old memories, some of which were bittersweet.
"I dare you… to do a headstand for thirty seconds." This was definitely going easy on him. Not that he did headstands all the time, but he was at least fairly athletic and could manage such feat. Though it would probably make him at least a little nauseated…
"Oh, that's it? Easy!" He grinned, standing up off the sofa and pacing over to the clear area of the living room. As soon as Yang shuffled her legs away, there was plenty of space for him to kneel down, holding his hands either side his head as he pushed the rest of his body upwards. It took little to no time for his legs to be perfectly straight, and he remained in that position perfectly easy. There was barely any strain when he spoke. "Hah, might as well spin it! I got this in the bag."
"That's me spinning?" Blake did so, watching as the beer bottle went around and around. For a second, she thought it was going to land on Sun again, but then it moved just enough to end up pointing at Yang.
"Haha, nice! Okay, Yang, tee or dee?"
"That bottle is clearly racist," Yang joked, but sat back as she prepared for whatever punishment they were about to deliver. It would be the lesser of the two options this time. "Truth."
"And me do the question this time, right?" Sun asked, only just beginning to bring his legs back downward to finish off his dare. He'd lasted more than enough time. "Okay… why did you call Blake 'Kitten' earlier?"
Blake ducked her head, blushing. She had really been hoping that he would forget about that! However, it wasn't up to her, it was up to Yang - a stoned and drunk Yang.
"Hoooo boy." Yang leant back, staring up at the ceiling as she took another hit, breathing in the smoke and then releasing it into the air above. "Well, one day I compared her to a cat, because she was eating tuna straight out the can, with the brine barely even drained. But instead of giving me a decent human response…" She could already see that Blake was getting more and more embarrassed as the story went on, which only made her smirk all the more. "She let out this mewling sound with her mouth full, it sounded ridiculous! So I teased her about it, called her ‘Kitten’ all day after that. But then, she would make meowing sounds when I stopped, so the name just kinda stuck."
However, when it seemed like Blake was about to respond, Yang leant in closer to Sun, whispering to him, even if it was obvious she could hear them; "Also when she snores, it sounds like a purr."
"HEY!" Blake burst out, pointing at her with an irate finger. "I do not snore, you take that back!"
"You do so snore," Yang insisted. "And it's usually when you sleep really well. And that tended to be right after a really good-"
"Hey, Yang, your turn to spin!" Sun suddenly blurted out, having a feeling he knew exactly where that was going. Even if he knew they had a past, and had suspected the two were becoming close again with him not protesting, he didn't exactly want to think about it. And so focused on the bottle as Yang span it. And low and behold- "Hah! Your turn, Blake!"
Palming her own face, partly still from the earlier story and partly for the dark portents hanging over her head, she grumbled, "Ughhh… alright, alright. I pick… tru- NO! Dare! I'll take a dare, yeah."
"Hmm…" Yang put her hand to her chin in thought. This would have been easier if she had chosen the truth, Yang had plenty of ammo to embarrass her with that. But a dare was more difficult. And made even more difficult when she was feeling the effects of the hits taking place. But in the end …
"I dare you… to take off an item of clothing. And don't do that cheating with just a sock. Shorts or shirt, off."
"YANG!" She stared over at Sun, flabbergasted, but of course he wasn't going to complain; he loved seeing her naked. Not that she would be "naked" as such, but…
With a heavy, beleaguered sigh, Blake hurriedly unbuttoned the nice purple blouse she had worn into the office and whipped it off, revealing the equally purple bra. It was a bit lacy, but nothing one would consider overly sexual; just a decent bra from a department store. And it was doing a good job of hiding her chest from view.
Both of them watched of course. Her boyfriend for the obvious reasons, because he adored seeing every part of her body, even if it was only partially naked. And Yang because half of her was curious to see if anything had changed at all, while the other half was too stoned to do anything else. Sun managed to catch that Yang was staring a little too much however, and cleared his throat rather loudly.
"Remember that little rule, ladies," he reminded them, though after giving a cheeky wink to Blake, he prompted her. "Your turn, babe."
"Right," she snorted, trying not to feel too self-conscious. After all, they had both seen her goods before, right? True, for Yang it had been a few years, but they were still much the same. Shaking the stoned thought from her brain, she spun it quickly before taking the pipe from Yang.
And laughed as it pointed at Sun again. "Well, looks like the bottle likes you tonight."
"For fuck’s sake," Sun groaned, rolling his eyes. "Alright, truth this time."
Again, Blake was thinking… and she found herself stuck on a question. One she really wanted to know his answer to, very deeply - but she couldn't ask it. She had to take Sun at his word that he didn't mind if she slept with Yang again, even if this was a ready-made excuse to find out the truth once and for all. Of course, the fact that she wanted to know so much made her a bit nervous. She and Yang were just friends! Really good, old friends…
'Who used to date,' her inner demon whispered. 'And you know how good HE was back then. How good will SHE be now?'
Wafting that away frantically, she went for a slightly easier question, one that was more funny than dangerous. "Okay… truth: do you think Yang is hot?"
"Whoa, what?!" Sun yelped. What a way to suddenly flip the pressure to him instead! As he looked back around to a smirking Yang, who was even winding him up as she crossed her legs and posed as demurely as she could, Sun found himself blushing, rubbing the back of his head again. "I mean… Yeah, sure. Yang's pretty cute. And, I guess… hot, too. But if I'm honest, I'd be more nervous that I'd end up being the ‘ bottom ’ ."
Such a response only made Yang laugh loudly. Now she was feeling way too stoned to care, she could easily jest with them both. "That sounds like a boy who's curious about being a bottom, wouldn't you say, Blake?"
"Well," Blake sighed with a huge plume of smoke in Sun's direction, "he's been on the bottom lots of times, but… yeah, we haven't tried anything like that yet." Then she slapped a hand over her mouth, amber eyes like dinner plates when she realized how forward that was. "Oh God - sorry, Sun, y-you'd probably be happier if I kept that shit to myself, right?"
Sun's look of shame and burning red cheeks were all Yang needed to know. She continued to laugh at them both, now armed with this new information. The boy was curious, was he? But once she was done, she wiped away a small tear of joy from her eye, speaking to them both with a giddy grin.
"Seriously, guys, I can say from years of experience; whoever told you nothing should ever go up there is lying. It's fucking amazing, okay?"
That made Blake turn to him, a would-be pleasant smile on her face. Her voice was carefully casual as she asked, "So… do I need to go buy something special for you, or what? No judgement, no pressure."
"Hey, you only get one question!" Sun blurted as he tried to hide his face with one hand. That was completely red by this point. But things were going to get no better as it landed right back on him again. "Oh come on!"
"HAH!" Yang laughed loudly again, eventually shuffling herself slightly closer as she put her hand on his shoulder, saying reassuringly, "It's okay, we won't ask about if you wanna get fucked anymore if you don't want us to; you and Blakey can talk about that in private."
"Hmph… You're both jerks." He huffed, folding his arms this time. "Truth, again."
"Alright, I'll make this a little easier on you, Sun - even though I thought a 'hot or not' question wasn't too horrible, it led, uh… weird places." Passing the pipe to Yang, Blake thought it over for a minute, then said, "Okay… where's the most embarrassing place you've ever been turned on?"
Yang immediately took the pipe and was beginning another hit again. She'd had more than anyone so far, but didn't care. If anything, it was giving her more of an excuse to zone out, and occasionally glance over at Blake. Blake who was still partially naked. Namely, her top half. She had missed seeing it, even after so long. Why did she miss seeing it?
But once Sun was speaking, her concentration focused on his speaking instead. "Well… back in high school, me and my pal Sage were getting changed after gym class, and I turned around to see his towel had dropped. Quickly turned back, of course - but then I was trying to conceal a boner I had for the guy all day. It was embarrassing as fuck."
"Oh?" Blake found herself stunned by this news. They hadn't discussed this much; Sun had mentioned he didn't think of himself as "very straight," but that was as much detail as they went into - and anytime they talked about finding someone attractive, it was always girls for him. Against her will, she found her body responding to the thought of him turned on by looking at another man - which was ridiculous! That should be a bad thing, shouldn't it? The last thing she wanted was to lose him to some boy with a nice ass.
"Well," she finally managed to make herself go on, flushed cheeks probably giving away her state of mind. "You, um… well. So you really enjoyed what you saw that much, huh?"
Sun shrugged his shoulders, ruffling his hair again nervously. "Sage is a good lookin' dude. I guess it really was… Hey, I'm not high enough for this, pass that shit."
As the evening wore on, more questions and dares were exchanged between the group, along with the remains of the one pipe. At some point, Sun had been dared to flash the other two, Yang had to remove a piece of her clothing as well - which thankfully she had chosen to wear undies that day so made it her shorts, and Blake had been dared to perform a fake pole dance on the edge of the doorway as best she could. Along with the exchange of equally damning truths of course.
Now the three were particularly high, the smoke having had plenty of time to have its full effect on them. They were nearing the last few spins according to Sun and the curfew time he had given himself, and as Blake spun the bottle one more time, it landed on the much longer-haired blonde, Yang. "Uh oh."
"Hah!" Blake crowed, clapping her hands way more than was necessary and almost knocking over her water. The cap was still off from Sun chugging after the anchovy he ate due to refusing to answer whether or not he would take “The Yang Wang” up his ass. "Okay, Goldilocks… what's it gonna be?"
"Oh boy…" Now Yang was far too high to think of anything. She was simply laying on the floor, arms sprawled out, legs crossed over one another to stop the bulge from showing too much - especially since the subject of banging Sun came up. Finally running her hand down her face, she said, "It can't get any worse. Truth."
"Okay." A few options ran through her mind… primarily sex-related ones, of course. She debated some questions about Weiss, but the last thing any of them wanted was for the good mood to evaporate in the wake of Yang's sadness. "Um… if you had the power to pick between being born with a vag but less attractive, and being the way you are now, which would you go with?"
"Huh…" That was a new one. Even if similar questions had come up before multiple times, through counsellors, her father, even Ruby at one point; Yang never quite knew how to answer. It was a part of her body she was curious of changing, but never saw it as a necessity. Not to her, at least. She was happy with what she had, it never made her feel dysphoric like her chest did. But to experience it for a while would be nice…
However, she immediately answered, "I could still be as attractive as I am now and have that chance. So to be honest, nah. I kinda like Lao as she is."
For whatever reason, Blake found herself smiling warmly over at her old friend. Was it because she liked that Yang still had that anatomy? Was she that selfish? But the more she thought about it… that wasn't really the case. She was simply happy her friend was comfortable in her body now. Reaching over to clap her on the shoulder, she said, "Good, that's awesome. Okay, spin one last time before Sun has to go."
"We better get it on him then." Yang smirked, sitting back upright to spin the bottle for the final time. Around and around, until finally, it seemed to do just as asked. Sun's turn. "Hah! There you go, monkey boy!"
"Hey, you guys are the ones asking me to do yoga poses!" Sun complained, folding his arms and pouting for a moment. But after rolling his eyes, he had to answer the request. No escaping yet! "Truth. Because I'm too high to do anymore poses."
"Awh, I was hoping you'd bend over so we could test if you really did want the Wang." When all she received in return was a growl from him, and a small giggle from Blake, she put some serious thought into the truth question. Sun was still a newcomer to her, she didn't quite know where the line was drawn in questions to ask. Especially when it came to his sexuality, which though was revealed more tonight, he was still sensitive about. But there were other areas she could ask about. Like the limits of Blake and his open relationship.
"Hurry up and ask him," Blake asked before taking another sip of water. "And make it a good one; a real night-ender!"
"Okay, okay… how would you feel, if Blake was sleeping with me?"
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