Drinks
“Ghira, what’d ya need?” Yang lent against the barn, watching the man tightening straps to the wagon. All she knew was that Kali told her he asked for her.
“I’m going into town today,” the man grunted, tying off the last strap. “To help set up for the Kuo Kuana Festival tomorrow.”
“The Kuo Kuana festival?” the blonde asked, hitching the wagon to the horses.
“Every year, Menagerie holds a festival in Kuo Kuana, our capital. It's to celebrate when the faunus sought out independence and built their own city. I expected that my daughter would have told you about this.”
“Must’ve had more important things on your mind,” Yang mumbled, climbing onto the wagon beside Ghira, who gave her a questioning look. “Thought you might want a hand.”
“Thanks,” Ghira chuckled, slapping the blonde on the back. “You know, when Kali explained to me that she’d just employed a bandit, I was skeptical.”
“Understandable.”
“But you’ve proven to be a good person, a helping hand,” Yang looked over to see Ghira giving her a small smile, one she found was usually saved for his family. “Besides, Blake seems to like you.”
Yang quickly looked away, trying to hide her blush as Ghira let out a hearty chuckle.
“Better you than that monkey boy.”
"Now that," Yang slapped the wagon, "I can agree on."
The wagon set off, the two riders falling into conversation and laughter easily.
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After helping Ghira unload, Yang wandered around while Ghira spoke to the event organisers. She came across a tavern, ‘Magnhild’ painted across the front of the second floor. Outside said tavern was a familiar black horse.
A dopey smile spread across her face as she walked towards the entrance.
Entering the tavern, there were a few people in the building, all eating lunch that the place served. She scanned across until she found a familiar set of cat ears, something that was quickly becoming part of her favourite thing in the world. Blake was by the bar, speaking with the orange haired bartender.
She began to walk over to her before being pulled aside. She looked over, ready to hand out a verbal abusing, when she was greeted by blue eyes and brown hair.
Fuck.
“Yang.” The woman spoke the word like it was poison.
“Vernal,” the blonde replied, equally as bitter. “Raven loosened your leash?”
“You best be quiet, traitor,” Vernal snarled, tightening her grip on Yang's collar. “I can’t say I’m surprised that coward let you off easy.”
“Yeah well, maybe she was makin’ up for the lack of motherin’,” Yang scoffed, ripping herself out of Vernal's grip.
“Well I’m going to correct her mistake,” Vernal muttered, a small smirk glazing across her lips. Next thing Yang knew, she was staring down the barrel of a revolver. “Nothing personal, kid, just not a fan of traitors.”
Yang watched as Vernal pulled the hammer back, before a gunshot rang out through the tavern. Vernal's gun was now on the floor, leaving them both confused. Yang looked left, following where the sound came from, seeing Blake standing by the bar, smoking pistol in hand.
Yang snapped back, balling up her fist and launching it into Vernal's chest.
“You best leave while we’re friendly,” was all she said, Vernal retrieving her pistol and scrambling out the door.
Yang watched her leave as two arms snaked around her waist and she felt a body against her back.
“Are you okay?” Blake whispered in her ear.
“Good thanks to you,” Yang mumbled. “You saved my life.”
“Well I do prefer you alive.” Blake tightened her grip, nuzzling into Yang's shoulder.
“How can I ever thank thee, hero?” Yang chuckled, moving her hand to hold Blake's.
“You could accompany me to the Kuo Kuana Festival tomorrow.”
“I was wondering when you’d ask.” Yang giggled, loving the way Blakes ears twitched when she did.
“I needed some courage,” Blake gestured to the mug sitting on the bar. “So I’d stop thinking you might say no.”
“We were literally makin’ out the s’mornin, Blakey.” Yang chuckled, watching the blush rise up the brunette's neck. “At least until Kali walked in.”
“Please don’t remind me,” Blake murmured, placing a kiss on Yang chin. “You haven’t answered my question.”
“Of course I’ll come with you to the shin dig,” Yang smiled down at the faunus. “Under one condition.”
“Name it,” Blake spoke softly, fingers trailing across the blonde's jaw.
“It’s a date.”
“I wouldn't imagine it as anything but.”
The two held each other, enjoying the warmth they gained from the contact before a loud voice interrupted them.
“I’D SAY GET A ROOM, BUT ALL OF OURS ARE BOOKED!” the red headed bartender yelled out, the two immediately jumping apart.
“Fuck sakes Nora,” the brunette mumbled, sending the blonde into laughter.
“How’d you find me anyway?” Blake asked as the two returned to the bar. She glared towards the bandit, pointing suspiciously. “Are you following me, bandit?”
“‘Course,” Yang laughed, gesturing for a drink from Nora. “Took a bounty, askin’ for the prettiest girl in Menagerie. Took me some time, but I found her.”
Blake was about to reply, but was once again interrupted by Nora.
“What took you so long, everyone knows I’m always here,” the redhead huffed. “Some shitty bounty hunter you are.”