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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
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WARNING: Weiss/Neon. Underage drinking.

=Chapter 26
The establishment was not quite what Weiss expected when Neon had said "bar". In fact, it was more like an English pub; a cozy restaurant that also happened to have a full bar inside. They professed to have fantastic burgers and real “chips”, plus a sizzling steak tips platter that was highly recommended.
Weiss had looked it up on Yelp on the cab ride over. She wasn't about to walk blindly into some sleazy pool hall where old men would be glowering at her from every corner without at least doing that much research.
Once inside, she saw a sign saying "Seat Your Seat Yourself," which made her snort against her will. Glancing at the chalkboard telling her the day's specials - a Caesar salad and Baked Alaska, apparently, along with a few types of beer she knew nothing about - her eyes slid past the crowded bar to the less-crowded booths along the wall. It didn't take her long to spot the red-orange twin tails sticking out on either side of her "date's" head.
Thankfully, no other telltale signs it was her until she got there. She hadn't worn the tail, or nearly as much make up and brash clothing as usual. A simple tank top and shorts would do, something to look casual, but give her enough flare compared to everyone else. As she turned to look across the bar again, she spotted her date looking unusually lost, and grinned happily, holding a hand up to wave her in that direction without drawing unnecessary attention from the other patrons. The first step was down; she'd actually come to the date rather than left it on false hope.
Of course, when Weiss arrived at the table, it became clear she had dressed to avoid easy recognition, the same way Neon had. Hair done up in a bun and stuffed under a cute red cloche hat besides, and a little black dress that fell to her knees with a black purse. Not at all her usual color scheme, which certainly helped to throw anyone looking off the scent - even though her icy blue eyes would do a lot to tip anyone off if they cared to look close.
"Charming," she remarked as she slid into the opposite bench. "At least there were no hobos out front asking for change."
"Oh there's not? Awh, my old friend must have found a new spot." Neon giggled, watching as Weiss sat down opposite her and was already picking up a menu. But all the while, her eyes never truly left her, nor could she stop the giddy looking grin she had. Two whole minutes of silence later, she giggled again. "Sorry, just… I can't believe you actually came!"
"Yep, this is me, being here." Her eyes flicked to the bar, waiting to see if any wait staff were on their way yet. "What are you thinking about having?"
Neon shrugged her shoulders. "The scampi is always great here. I've been here a couple of times; they have a lot of ‘pub grub’ and some other nicer shit. Was the best place I could think of to not get spotted while having decent conversation. But what do you want? I'm buying."
Weiss blinked at the insistence. "Oh? Well… I suppose this was your idea, so thank you." She looked at the menu one last time before deciding, "How about a Caesar salad and some of this garlic bread? We can split the latter."
"Hmm, Garlic bread and scampi, that could be bomb." She smiled with delight, folding her menu and putting it down on the table, rising from her seat. "So shall I get it? Oh, what's your poison?"
"Poison?" Then she smiled a bemused smile. "Thought you did your research before asking me out; I'm not even twenty yet."
But Neon just snorted, waving a hand a she laughed rather loudly for a moment, leaning forward to suppress it. "And you think that means anything? Come on, I'm getting it for you, why do you think I said I'll buy?"
Both of Weiss's cheeks filled with rouge. The last time she had touched an alcoholic beverage was at a wedding she'd attended with her family, where she'd taken a couple sips of champagne. It had made her very slightly dizzy but otherwise hadn't seemed so bad. But a whole drink to herself? And wasn't getting it in the first place technically illegal? However…
The whole point of tonight was to take her mind off Yang. No better way than alcohol, reportedly. "Well… m-maybe a strawberry daiquiri? If you're sure you don't mind…"
"Coming right up." The carefree girl winked as she walked to the bar, making a slight effort to sway her hips on the small chance Weiss was watching. As expected, Neon seemed very carefree and gleeful. All familiar personality traits to what she was used to before with Yang. Almost exactly like her. The only difference was that Neon was extremely reckless. She was willfully breaking the law to buy Weiss a drink, and on their first date, too! If she was willing to do that in the beginning, what would it be like down the line?
Even so, Weiss still couldn't help but watch her hips swaying, and even more so when she was leaning forward against the bar, shifting them back and forth like an overgrown cat ready to pounce. When she realized she was staring openly, she forced her eyes back down to the menu, trying to make herself read through the dessert options…
Instead of thinking about having Neon for dessert. She was honestly ashamed of how quickly her mind had gone there, but she was also distantly aware that it was the older girl's intention to tease her, plant those thoughts early on. She was regretting the decision to try drinking for the first time on the first date; too many firsts at once. There was no way to back down now without looking like a child, though - she already looked like one for ordering what was arguably the fruitiest beverage she could have.
Or did she? That was debatable, considering Neon was on her way back with two identical glasses of dark pink froth. At least it showed she was more interested in Weiss's company than getting drunk. Sitting herself back down, she passed over one of the drinks to Weiss's side the table, and then held up her own.
"Well, here's to… being in the closet still, I guess?"
Rolling her eyes, she clinked her glass against Neon's and took a sip. The sharp sting of alcohol was definitely present, but it was very cleverly disguised behind the tart of strawberry and the pure sugariness in general. Setting it down and feeling satisfied with her choice, she looked back up at her companion.
"Didn't expect you to have the same thing; I figured you'd be ordering a tray of shots or something, Party Girl."
Finishing up her sip, which was slightly bigger then Weiss's, she raised her eyebrows in recognition, placing it straight down. "Three minutes in? No way. Like I said, I want to get to know you! Can’t do that passed out in a puddle of drool!"
"Right, I'm your newest project," Weiss snorted, propping her elbows on the table and lacing her fingers together, using them to support her chin. After a few seconds, she followed up with, "So the rumors are that you're bisexual, straight and just putting on a rainbow hat for the cameras, or a huge slut who doesn't care who she sleeps with. Not saying I believe any of those, but… you implied that we're both in the closet, so I'm curious what the truth is."
"Totally fair. I half expected that to come up in our little game on the phone." She shuffled in her seat so she could rest one of her hands on the table, tapping it with one of her fingers rhythmically. It was a slightly more nervous subject for Neon, even with her reputation. "That condition I told you about? The whole flirt with everyone or flirt with no one rule? It was actually because when I was first starting out, I was only flirting with the girls." She pointed at the sleeve on her arm. "Hence the rainbow tats. But they really didn’t like that plan, since me not being interested in guys would turn off half my audience, according to them. So, y’know… sometimes we gotta take our lumps in this business."
For some reason, that made Weiss's cheeks glow a little brighter. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she probably couldn't blame it on that after only one sip. "I see. Totally gay, then… got it." Which was the real reason she was blushing, of course. Neon only dated women… and had asked her out. Speaking of which, she took another huge gulp to give her hands and mouth something to do. The tartness tingled on her tongue, and she shivered from how cold it was when it slid down into her stomach.
Maybe that wasn't the best option, not when Neon was circling the top of her glass with an idle finger, looking over with half-closed eyes. "What about you? Gay? Bi? Pan?"
"Gay." Then she blinked after hearing it come out of her own lips; it slipped out without conscious thought. "Wow, I… wow. I've never thought about it before, or said that about myself. Maybe bi, but then again, I've only ever looked at guys. When I'm with one, I just don't… feel comfortable with them, don't want to go past friendship or ogling. Neptune would have given his right kidney to get me back to his tour bus, and I had no desire to even give him more than a handshake."
"Yep, that sounds pretty gay to me," she giggled, taking an extra sip of her drink as well rather than toying with it more and more. "I pretty much knew I was gay since high school. I guess you could say, 'I kissed a girl, and I liked it'?”
"Yeah," Weiss laughed, still a little bashful but warming up to their conversation. Against her will, she had to admit that it was a huge relief to have someone to talk about this with besides Ruby. "Girls are just… like… I used to really like checking out guys on the beach, you know? But didn’t care past looking, and now they're just boring to me. I don't know."
"They're very flat , I tend to find." She found herself staring outward toward one of the pool tables, sighing to herself. "Girls though… You got different hips and curves, boobs and butts… Guys you can sort into like, three types: jocks, nerds, and complete losers. But girls, you can find so many. All of them are different. How can you ever get bored?"
Nodding, Weiss took another long draught. She was beginning to feel a little light-headed and warm, which told her this should definitely be her only drink of the evening; she had proven her point, that she was not a stick-in-the-mud. The drink was helping her relax into conversation. Nothing further was necessary.
"You’re right. And to be honest with you, I never really thought about how you looked before now. I mean, you were just that annoying singer who wouldn't stop winking at everybody, including me." Her hand shot up to cover her mouth. "Oh - I mean, you were annoying to me before! Not that I didn't like you, just… without realizing why you were always flirting, it was a little irritating and tiresome to me. Makes you come across as shallow, I guess?"
Neon’s smile was about the same as before, but it seemed to reach her eyes a little less. "Hey, don't worry about it. In a way, I'm a different character when I'm on stage from how I am off the camera. I'm just so glad you gave me a chance." She looked back toward Weiss again, drawing her hand back when she noticed it had been instinctively moving closer towards her. Instead, she was about to take another sip… until she stopped herself. "I have a feeling that was going somewhere, though? Like, you think I'm cute?"
Immediately, Weiss's head ducked. She had been hopeful for a moment that Neon would have missed that detail. "Well… yeah, you are, but you knew that." At the expectant look she got in return, she pushed a hand into her face. "You really want to make me say this, don't you?"
After finishing the sip again, she grinned happily, giving her another cheeky wink. "Of course. I gotta admit, there's a slight… pleasure in knowing this high-and-mighty Christian singer is actually as gay as one of my tats."
"FINE! Fine, you're really hot, okay?" Divulging any of this was pure torture, but also such a thrill that she couldn't stop there, couldn't resist chasing more of that feeling, feeding into Neon's greedy grin. "Even without all those crazy tats and glitter and glowstick bullshit, you're really cute and your green eyes are hypnotic, and that ass doesn't quit! Is that what you wanted to hear?!"
Instead, Neon was the one to copy Weiss's first pose, resting her head in her hands as she looked back at her date with half closed eyes, blinking them repeatedly to flutter her eyelashes. "You're goddamn right that's what I wanted."
Slamming her head down on the table and covering her hat with both hands, the poor newly-outed girl whispered, "I can't believe this is happening…"
"Well for the record, you're pretty adorable yourself. Just so you don’t think this is some kinda one-way street."
“Hmph.”
“You’re really beautiful,” she tried again with a more sober tone. When Weiss gulped, she laughed and nudged her leg under the table. “And cute when you blush! God, cut it out, I can’t stand it!”

The evening settled into comfortable conversation. Their food came, they both ate with no complaints, apart from the one wilted leaf of lettuce in Weiss's salad. But other than that, they talked and talked into the night. About their careers, about a few highlight moments of Neon's tour, even about the few songs in the two's upcoming albums.
Eventually left with two empty plates and two empty glasses at their table, Neon was circling the top of her glass with her finger again. They'd talked about her tour already, now it was Weiss's turn. "So, your tour's just done, right? Anything wild happen?"
"Maybe," Weiss hedged as she nursed the water she had ordered after finishing her own drink. She still didn't want to talk about Yang, of course; there might never come a day when the topic wasn't sensitive for her. "I mean, I met Neptune and that was cool. And I'm sure you heard about the stalker."
"Which one? The knife-wielding guy or the one in your bus? Well, both are pretty insane stories." She tilted her head, staring out toward her again. "No parties? No… testing the bus suspension?"
Scowling, she sighed, "I did say 'maybe', didn't I? Clean out your ears." Picking up the menu and brandishing it like a sword, she said, "What about you? How many hotel rooms did you 'christen' on your last tour, hmmm?"
This was something Neon was a lot more open about, even if she wasn't with her sexuality. She leant back in her chair and rested her hands behind her head. "Oh you bet. If you go to the club after, you can find a million groupies. Quite a few cute chicks got the disco stick treatment, if you know what I mean."
"I do, unfortunately." Squirming in her seat, Weiss took a few seconds to build up her confidence before she continued. "Listen… I might be closeted, but even besides that… I don't really sleep around a lot, okay? So if you're only interested in finding somewhere for your 'disco stick' to go next, then you might end up pretty disappointed with me. Just… just warning you now."
Most men would have run a mile when hearing that, or just responded with more confidence, thinking they could wear her down. Even quite a few women would have as well. They might have called her a prude, or a tease.
But Neon? The party hard raver girl who went out after her shows for the sole purpose of doing those things? She did something Weiss wouldn't have expected. She shrugged her shoulders, and sat upright again to give Weiss her full attention.
"What makes you think I asked you on a date just to sleep with you?"
"Didn't you? I mean the way you were looking at me on Lisa's show…" One of her shoulders went up and down. "And not to sound vain, but I know I'm attractive. Sometimes I don't truly believe it, but enough other people have said it that denying the fact would be pretty stupid and a waste of our time. So if you did only ask me out because you like my body, that would make sense. Right?"
"Yeah, it makes perfect sense. Again, that's the problem with my rep." She shrugged her shoulders, though she was still smiling. "I mean, the attitude's great for getting a quick lay or if I'm looking for someone with my particular… tastes to have fun with. But for finding a genuine date with a true diva who I’ve got mad respect for? Kind of a handicap."
They turned out to be the magic words. Again, Weiss's cheeks turned slightly pink and her small smile betrayed her feelings just as much. "So… you really were just interested in me all around?"
"You're really sweet! And cool! And one of a few in this industry I've actually guessed correctly as being queer. And on top of that, one of the few who's in my twenty five percent." By now she was blushing herself, the alcohol starting to take its effect as she opened up. "So why rush it on a stupid fling when I can possibly get a good friend or a cute girlfriend outta it?"
For a few seconds, Weiss was grinning from ear to ear. Then the smile fell very slowly, like a rose's petals drifting to the ground. Girlfriend . That word still belonged to someone else in her recent past, and she couldn't shake that; her heart still didn't want to do any such thing. The idea of dating anyone seriously was not appealing to her yet, even though she missed the closeness. She wasn't ready.
However, Neon was earnest, and sweet in her own brash, hyper way. Maybe she owed it to herself to see where this went. And if she didn’t now, then the chance might be gone in the future.
Having noticed the smile disappearing, Neon could tell something was wrong. Not what, but there was something. And so instead of going into it and asking, she drew her hands back, and started to sit upright, shouldering her bag. "Well, I don't know about you, but I think I'm ready to call it a night. You want me to call a cab?"
"Huh?" Eyelashes fluttering as she came back to the present, Weiss noticed Neon was planning to leave. That easily, she had ruined everything. "Oh…. I, um… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you out so late. A cab would be… good."
"Alrighty. You wanna split it with me or nah?" She put the strap of her handbag over her shoulder, standing up by the side of the table. But right away, she held out her hand to her. "Because it’s not that I want the night to end or anything."
"You don’t? Really?" Taking the hand, she allowed herself to be helped up, smiling awkwardly. "Kinda thought for a moment there I brought down the evening and you just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible."
But Neon kept a tight hold on her hand, started to pace them towards the door. Slowly, leisurely. "Nah, I just figured you were starting to get tired yourself. Happens to everybody."
Almost imperceptibly, there was a tiny shift in Weiss's heart. Neon stopped being a pretty face with a somewhat-irritating personality, and someone she was only distantly curious about. Now she was a beautiful woman, genuinely interested in her body and mind, who wanted to prolong their evening if possible.
"You know," she began as they got outside, "we don't have to end the evening here. Maybe… we could go somewhere for dessert?"
Neon had been about to take her phone out to dial a cab, but stopped last minute. "What'cha got in mind?"

Nearly two hours later, they were in a different cab and heading back to Neon's place, stomachs full of McFlurry. Neon had laughed when she said that was what she wanted for dessert, but when Weiss threatened to walk clear off she hastily told her it was amusing, but she would love to share a heaping cup of inexpensive frozen dairy with her. So they had gone and sat inside the dayglow restaurant and chatted about small things while using two spoons on the same cup: a vaguely suggestive activity, one that was edging them past Weiss's initial reluctance to call their night a "real date".
"…and then they wanted me to dress up in a hot dog costume and… TWERK!" Weiss was laughing as the car rounded the corner. "I've never turned down an ad campaign so fast in my life!"
"Holy shit, that’s amazeballs!" Neon was laughing just as loudly, clearly not giving a damn if the taxi driver was getting annoyed at them or not. If he was truly listening, he would have easily twigged on that he was taking two rather well-known stars in the back of his cab anyway. Still, she was sat rather close to Weiss, hand in hers, listening to the ridiculous story. "That's one I guess I would do if I'd had enough to drink. I can pull off a decent twerk, I guess."
"Obviously. With that butt? Do you know what I'd pay to have that butt?" Then she waved her free hand. "That's a lie, I'm sorry; I wish I had it already, but I’m not getting any plastic surgery. So small-butted, I shall remain."
"Well, you can have this butt whenever you'd like…" She had shuffled closer in the seat to Weiss, deliberately bumping it against her side to make sure she knew exactly what she meant.
"You're so immature," she snorted back at her, pushing against her upper arm. "And gross! Immature and gross, that's you!"
But she was smiling and laughing, and not scooting away in the slightest. And Neon only laughed straight back at her, giggling in unison. It was only when their laughter was slowing to a contented happy sigh that she took the time to notice something. They were yet to disconnect their hands, and were now very close. Much too close for casual acquaintances. This evening couldn't be considered 'anything but a date' as Weiss suggested. Not anymore.
It was a natural reaction for her to eventually lean against Weiss, tilting her head to lean against her. "I've had a really great night."
"Me too." Of course, Weiss's posture became a little stiffer when she felt Neon's head so close to hers, a soft cheek against her nearly-bare shoulder… but she tried not to make a big deal of her observation. This wasn't a surprise in the slightest; she had made her intentions explicitly clear back in the bar.
Still, this was not an activity that she was used to in the slightest. Even in her time with Yang, she had never done any such thing in public; it was always behind closed doors. Maybe there was only one other witness, but that was well outside her comfort zone already!
"So… You want to do this again, right? Actually admitting it was a date this time?" Neon asked, not moving from her position by her shoulder one bit. In fact, if anything she nuzzled herself into it that bit more. Neon didn’t think there was any reason to hold back. So she had no problem with picking up the hand she held and planting a kiss on it.
A little "oh!" burst from Weiss before she could stop it when she felt the lips on her hand. They were so soft… and the gesture so kind, not nearly as suggestive or raunchy as most of the "moves" she had been dreading Neon would attempt. She found herself gaping down toward Neon's sweet, drowsy features, unsure of what to say or do.
“Well?” Leaning back up again, she found her own green eyes meeting the icy blue ones. They sat a moment in silence again. No answer to Neon's question, but nothing to say against it. All she could do was stare and wait, for whatever Weiss wanted. Be the answer through words or actions.
As it turned out, she would choose an action; a simple returning of the one Neon had given her. Raising Neon's hand up to her mouth, she placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles, then another on the nearest fingertip she could reach, eyes flicking back to Neon's eyes a few times. Maybe she was going too far, maybe she would spook her… or spook herself.
She absolutely wouldn't spook Neon. Not when she was only watching the actions like a hawk. Occasionally, her eyes darted to other places of Weiss's body. Particularly her lips. Placing her spare hand on Weiss's cheek, the moment seemed just right. She closed the gap between them. Those soft lips that met Weiss's knuckles met her lips instead, hanging for a moment in time. For however long Weiss wanted to make it.
There was a sound like a strangled grunt from the diva in the red hat - and then she was relaxing against the contact, seemingly too surprised to do anything else. Neon's kiss was sudden, but genuine, and she needed it with a fierceness she couldn't understand. Their hands gripped each other hard as Weiss's other came up to rest on the one at her cheek, relishing its touch as much as the pliable lips on hers, drinking in the experience like someone lost in the desert finding an oasis.
Neon was totally shocked. Weiss wasn’t slapping her or shoving her out of the cab? She parted her lips, kneading back against Weiss's in a soft and gentle fashion, despite the need Weiss was fuelling deep inside her.
Around the time Weiss felt her tongue come into contact with another, they went over a slight bump - and the poor, confused, startled girl was suddenly flinging herself as far away from Neon as she could, eyes wide as dinner plates and panting hard. Her body couldn't be crammed any harder into the corner if she tried - and indeed, she was still trying to scramble backward.
"You… you kissed me." After she said it aloud, she heard how completely ludicrous of a reason that was to break such a tender moment. Pressing her hands into her face in an attempt to hide, she groaned, "God… I'm such a spaz. I told you I don't go out a lot, didn't I? So I'm not used to…"
"H-Hey, it's okay," Neon reassured her, reaching forward with her hand slowly. She waited again for Weiss to reciprocate before going any further, not wanting to scare her off. "You're fine, right? I won't do it again if you don't want to. Totally your call."
A few more seconds passed before one of Weiss's hands shifted to allow her to look between her fingers. When she saw Neon patiently waiting, one hand out and gazing at her calmly – ready to wait however long it took for her to recover – it helped ease her fears.
"Be honest… am I your worst first date ever?"
As the taxi began to slow to a stop, Neon was quick to give her answer before the engine shut off. That was given by a kiss on the cheek. "Absolutely not. And I'll text you about a second one, alright?"
"Okay." Before Neon could escape the car, before Weiss let the night end as badly as all that, she darted in and pecked her on the lips again. "Do that."
And with only a soft smile in return, Neon left the cab. She stood by the curb, waving as it then journeyed on towards Weiss's home. The evening had been fun for them both, in many different ways. Neon had discovered another person in the popstar scene who was just as queer as she was, while Weiss was able to come out to someone other than a relation to Yang somewhere. A win-win.
That was if the wounds from Yang weren't still fresh. But were they? It had been a month, after all, and there was no contact from Yang whatsoever apart from Ruby's word. No kind of solid proof that there was any hope of salvaging their relationship – or if they even still had one at all. Much though she didn’t want to believe it, Weiss could no longer pretend it wasn’t over – that they were simply “taking a break” or something. Complete silence like a tomb was a pretty clear signal. She'd had time to get used to that fact, so maybe it was time to move on, as well.
And as the cab pulled away from the curb, Weiss made a decision to at least attempt doing just that. If nothing else, hanging out with Neon was better than moping around, waiting for someone to come back who didn’t seem to care about her at all anymore.
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White Noise	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: RWBY is not mine and I make no money from this fic

White Noise