5 Throwing the Baby Out with the Bath Water

Watching Jaune's face twist in rage as he sat waiting for the morning to rise and his search for his runaway girlfriend confused Pyrrha. She'd expect concern, but as the first day of searching for Blake failed Jaune's anger only grew. The two teams out looking for the newly exposed Faunus (how did team RWBY never notice?) didn't find a single lead until Jaune asked around at a café and found out that they missed Blake by just an hour. All the fury made a lot more sense when the waitress revealed that Blake had brunch with a monkey Faunus that looked like Jaune, only smaller and with stupid hair.

They stopped at the next convenience store and Jaune emerged with a pair of 40s dangling from each of the ridiculous catcher's mitts God put on the end of his wrists. After finding a nearby bench, Jaune plopped down, tore a cap off and started chugging. He didn't stop till the equivalent of three and a half beers in volume and seven beers in alcohol went down his gullet or down his neck to the collar of his brightly colored floral print shirt.

"You want one?" He asked his concerned partner.

"No thank you." She answered after sitting next to him.

Pyrrha had gone with the classic celebrity combo of hoody and sunglasses to prevent their search from being overrun with her fans. In fact, all of Team JNPR went out in plane clothes unlike Team RWBY who just wore their combat attire for everything. Did their gear even count as combat attire? They had not a single piece of armor between them.

"More for me then." Jaune grinned cheaply and went to work on the next one.

He drank the next far more slowly, though the glass remained chilly in his hand through the mixing of a little ice dust in the bottles manufacturing process. Half way through he spoke to his partner again.

"Did I ever tell you my biggest fear?"

"No," She shook her head as her long red hair hung out the front of her hood.

Jaune chuckled a bit, "It's such a silly little fear, never happens to anybody." Pyrrha had managed to pick up Jaune's strange deadpan delivery of sarcasm over their months as partners and recognized it here, "I am totally fine with getting torn apart by grimm or gunned down by criminals, but I a terrified that one day I am going to come home from some mission and find my wife getting railed by some other guy, that she is going to take me family court and some dickhead judge is going to give her my house and a third of my paychecks so she can keep fucking other guys in the lifestyle she has become accustomed to, that I am going to look at my kids and wonder if they are really mine or if the whore is just passing some other guy's sprog off as mine. So fucking silly. Never happens to anyone."

Jaune finished off his second 40 and started working on number three.

"I didn't just leave Ansel when I came to attend Beacon." Jaune continued, "I got exiled. Turns out you cause a lot of resentment when you sleep with everyone's sister's and daughter's. Resentment in a rural community is a death sentence for the whole town, so when I left the mayor let me know that I'd be shot on sight if I ever came back. The fuckers all acted like I was banging their wives and girlfriend's but I never did that shit. At worst I'd eventually find out that some girl was seeing someone and me, but I always ended things as soon as I found out. It was always the same bull shit. 'You just never have enough time for me Jaune, that's why I let Brad buy me things and take me out.' And now I'm Brad. Welcome to Fucked Town. Population me and all the other stupid fucking Brads."

Pyrrha kept her peace on the topic as she'd kept the peace on her own feelings for her team leader though out the semester. She refused to meddle in an existing relationship, content but not happy to wait for her opportunity to come. An opportunity that seemed to be coming swiftly.

"It's a fucking shame too." Jaune mused, "You know that bullshit they peddle at the movie houses about love? Our relationship was nothing like that. The highs were high, but the lows were never bad. We just always had good vibes, even if we disagreed. Even if I pissed her off she never made me do some stupid gesture to apologize for it, she just forgave me if I said I was sorry."

After finishing his last 40, a noticeably looser Jaune led the search once more, leading them closer and closer to the sea as the evening set in and stopping occasionally to reup on malt liquor if the big man felt his buzz slipping. A series of expulsions sounded nearby while Jaune made one such trip, and the swaying man came out with a 40 in each hand and a look on his face like the cat the killed the canary.

"Why do I get the feeling that my kitty is in the direction of splotions?"

The pair arrived just in time to see two bullheads fleeing the dockside shipping yard through the night sky and a bunch of KO'd members of the White Fang laying about the upended containers barring the logo of the SDC. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the White Fang had been robbing their hated enemies, the Schnee Dust Company, and came under attack from Blake, Ruby, a monkey Faunus that looked like a smaller Jaune with stupid hair, and a clean cut ginger girl with a pink bow tied into her bob hair cut.

The presence of the other guy and the vitriol in which Jaune smashed his near empty drink on the head of a rousing Fang terrorist bode well for Pyrrha's hope of a big fight between her leader and his lover. The way he shouted helped too.

"Blake!" He roared at his girlfriend.

Blake startled as her drunk boyfriend silently closed the distance between them. Even four month's later it still creeped Pyrrha out how a near three hundred pound man could move without a sound.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that Jaune has been looking for you too?" Ruby whined as she backed away and grabbed the ginger girl to get them out of the blast zone, "And that he has been really angry since you left. We'll just stand way over here while you guys get at it."

"Jaune!" Blake started out clearly panicked, "I can explain!"

"No." Jaune interrupted, "Your going to listen."

Blake nodded her head.

"Running off like that, not taking my calls. That was pretty fucked." Jaune growled out that last sentence, "But can you imagine how bad it got when I stopped by a little café, showed your picture around, and found out you've been on a romantic weekend getaway with another guy?"

"Hey bro," the monkey Faunus interjected, "it was nothing like that."

Jaune chucked his other still full 40 at another stirring Faunus sending him back to the shadow realm covered in pisswater that tasted about as good as the soil it's main ingredient grew in.

"Shut the fuck up." He snapped at the other guy as he began taking his top off, "And button that shirt up. Your body looks like shit. This is what a real man is supposed to look like."

Pyrrha didn't exactly agree with the insult as the other guy had a decent beach body, but she whole heartedly agreed that Jaune looked like the epitome of a real man. She took his favorite shirt out of his hand before he ended up losing it, while the other guy looked down at the ground and started buttoning his shirt up.

"Jaune," Blake began to sooth the pissed giant, "Baby, nothing happened with this guy. He just followed me around and helped me out when I got in too deep with this fight, that's it."

"That's it?" Jaune asked unamused, "Blake, you are either a bad enough person to do me like this, or a dumb enough person to create a situation where it looks like you did. I am not the smartest guy around, but I am bright enough to know that being a great lay doesn't make up for either of those things. You'll just keep fucking me over no matter which way it is."

Pyrrha failed to keep the grin off her face when she heard him say that, realizing that her time really was coming. Blake noticed and immediately looked pissed. The two had never become good friends, liking the same guy tended to prevent affection between girls, and despite keeping quiet about it, Blake knew exactly how the redhead champ felt about her man.

"How can you say that?" Blake yelled at Jaune, "You loved me Friday morning and now I'm just going to keep fucking you over?

"Don't try to put this on me!" Jaune yelled back, "Your the one who smashed what we had. You fucking knew and did this anyway!"

Blake's anger at Pyrrha encroaching fell flat and a horrified expression spread across her face.

"Baby," Blake wheedled, "that is just your fear talking. I'd never hurt you like that, I swear."

"To late." Jaune told her, "Call me Brad, bitch. Cause we are done."

"You think your going to be happy without me?" Blake called out while Jaune turned and walked away, "You think she'll love you like I love you? Give it a week and whisper in your ear and you are going to be right back where you belong, Jaune Arc! Inside me!"

Damned if that didn't send a shiver down Pyrrha's spine.

Rather than respond, the inebriated leader of Team JNPR lead his partner out of the area before the cops could seal the scene. They made their way back to the convenience store to replace the liquor lost smashing up terrorists. This time Pyrrha took one, loading up on liquid courage. They drank together in silence till Jaune needed to hit another bathroom to get rid of the extra fluid he'd been imbibing all day. Pyrrha entered the public women's room and called her best friend and confidant Nora.

"Nora," Pyrrha nearly squealed after the other girl picked up, "it's happening! They just broke up."

"Finally!" came the exited voice on the other end of the line, "You need to jump right on that, with the way the fearless leader works he'll have a new lover by sunrise."

"He definitely will." Pyrrha told her best friend, "Which is why I need you and Ren to clear out for the night."

"Oooo girl! Get it!" Nora exclaimed, "My OTP is happening tonight! We're back at Beacon now, do you want me to set up some cameras so we can film study later?"

Nora's enjoyment of pornography had been a shock when Pyrrha discovered it, the champ having never delved into that part of the net before, but the idea of filming herself with Jaune, of watching it with Nora, sent a small thrill through her system. That was probably the liquor affecting her.

"Nope." Pyrrha answered.

"You sure?" Nora asked, "The simps on the net would pay a fortune to watch THEE Pyrrha Nikos lose her virginity to guy who looks like he is smuggling a tube of hamburger in his briefs. You'd have more money than Weiss!"

"Absolutely not." Pyrrha rejected entirely before she heard Jaune shouting for her outside, "I gotta go, so clear out of there. And NO cameras."

Outside she saw her newly single love interest tossing another empty 40 in the trash. She finished hers and did the same, taking the topless hunk by the hand and leading him back to the shuttle that ferried people to and from Beacon.

When they got back to their dorm room, Pyrrha took her chance, pushing Jaune into her bed and getting ready to put in her maximum effort to prove that bitch Blake wrong.