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Black Rose Blooms SilverCyberQueen_Jolyne

Chapter 94

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

"GUESS WHO'S BACK!?"

"Oh gods it's her! Fucking run!" 

"No no no I don't wanna spend more time in the hospital!"

"Put away the good glasses!"

"Get the tables clear!"

"Someone stop her!"

"Mommyyyyy!"

".... So could you redefine what you meant by an… exciting night out on the town?" Weiss asked primly, her expression deadpan and dry as she looked around the swiftly emptying nightclub that seemed to largely house criminal or otherwise not quite legal clientele if the amount of guns pointed at Yang's face was any indication. "Because I was expecting some dancing, some flirting, perhaps a little more PDA than is generally necessary, and then maybe drunken makeouts in a cheap motel."

"You mean you were expecting the first five minutes of that one chick flick we watched out of boredom before we decided to watch Exterminator 2: Retribution Day instead?" Blake huffed, more than entirely calm in the face of such "danger". Even with their Auras unlocked, the amount of firepower on any of the black and red dressed goons was pathetic compared to Huntsman grade weapons, and Yang had kicked all of their asses before so what was the point of worrying? If she could do it solo, then they really didn't stand a chance with all three there. 

"Perhaps."

Yang just shrugged, entirely cavalier about having an utterly ridiculous amount of hand cannons jabbed in her general direction as she grinned cockily, rolling her shoulders and looking straight ahead at the man who owned the club- the information broker she'd beaten the piss out of at one point because she had mostly been following an action movie line of thought instead of actually buying information off the guy. Her mistake, but… also… whatever. 

"Junior! It's good to see you again, buddy! You still owe me a drink! Hey- how about you hook up my girls here too, huh? It's date night," Yang shouted, waving at Junior and bullying her way through the crowd before the information broker could even tell the assembled men to not shoot- all of them entirely too afraid to even pull the trigger as she pushed her way through the crowd with hair glowing and edged in blue flames. 

"Oh gods, it's Blondie. Great. What do you want this time? More damages to my club? More traumatized employees? Or do you just wanna punch me in the balls again and call it a day?" Junior asked, groaning as he made his way over and waved off the assembled goons… who all ran away the moment it was clear, leaving Weiss and Blake unmolested as they walked up behind Yang and, in unison, laid their hands across the taller girl's waist. "Or could you just leave and never darken my doorstep again?"

"Now now, I come in peace! Well, as long as we actually get our drinks," Yang grinned wider, arms around Weiss and Blake's shoulders as she motioned for Junior to lead them to the bar. "Well… and one other thing."

"Of course it is…" Junior sighed, turning and leading them to the bar as he snapped his fingers- two nearly identical girls dressed in matching outfits appearing out of nowhere and landing on either side of the group. Miltia and Melanie Malachite- the twins that Yang had utterly thrashed before, but now sporting some extra muscle and gear, and with upgraded outfits. Miltia was still in familiar red, sporting upgraded claws with Huntsman grade mechashift and an integrated projectile launcher of some kind- her weapons currently disguised as bracelets almost like Ember Celica. Melanie, meanwhile, wore white and pale green, and her heels had been upgraded as well. Thicker, heavier, deadlier, and much more prominent with visible hardlight projectors that made it evident how similar to Ruby's pair of Stiletto Runway heel weapons they were. "Miltia, Melanie, make sure these three don't do anything stupid?"

"Whatever." came the immediate response, both girls speaking in slightly stilted unison as they motioned Yang, Blake, and Weiss towards the bar with identical expressions of irritation on their faces. Idly, Blake spotted numerous hidden spider motifs in both of their dresses and stiffened slightly, frowning as Weiss just rolled her eyes and went along with the farce of a meeting. 

"I will admit, I wish that we'd had a regular date night instead of whatever this is, but I suppose a working dinner is fine," she spoke calmly and evenly, sitting down primly on one barstool and reading over the snack menu with a keen eye. "Oh good. You have hot wings. That means I don't have to drink on an empty stomach."

"There's a reason why I come back to Junior's all the time, Weissy, and it's not because Junior's supposedly the best information broker in town," Yang rolled her eyes, sliding in next to Weiss and leveling a heavy glare at the man as he slid behind the bar and held her fist up in a crushing motion.

"Maybe we shouldn't antagonize the man who has two girls from Spider in his employ," Blake murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the music as she slid into her seat on Yang's other side, one hand on Yang's shoulder as she pointed at her order on the paper menu. "Raspberry daiquiri for me. Yang?"

"Strawberry Sunrise, and make sure you get the lil umbrella this time. Oh- and get us a big thing'a nachos too," Yang answered, shooting a wink at Junior as if that made up for her previous sardonic glare. "Weissy? Whatcha gettin?"

"Cosmopolitan… and a glass of whatever half decent red wine you have," Weiss hummed, then placed the menu down and slid it over. "And hot wings."

"This is a nightclub, not a- ugh. I can't believe I put snacks on this fucking menu…" Junior groaned again, nodding snappishly towards one of his underlings, who started working on the drinks while another went into the back to get started on their food. "Happy now, Blondie?"

"Surprisingly? Yeah. I actually get my fucking drink this time."

"I shouldn't be giving one to you considering you're underaged, but that's not going to stop you, is it," Junior deadpanned, crossing his arms for a moment before taking a step forward and leaning towards Yang somewhat aggressively. "So, what do you want?"

"Roman Torchwick. Where is he?" Blake asked, speaking up in Yang's stead while Weiss simply took her glass of wine and swirled it around calmly, somehow seemingly the most reasonable one there despite her previous dining shenanigans. "We know someone sprung him from jail, and we know damn well he's not been seen since. Where is he?"

"... I don't know."

"You don't know? Really Junior- you couldn't find one old lady, you couldn't figure out where the White Fang were meeting, you didn't know anything about the movement of any new faces in the criminal underworld… and now you don't know where Torchwick is. Really, do you know where anyone or anything is in this city, Junior?" Yang asked, keeping her voice teasing and lilting despite the implicit threat of her words, not even reacting for a moment as Miltia placed a heavy hand on her shoulder in case of an assault- the two twins standing at the ready with their weapons already drawn, just in case. "Millie, you touch a single fucking lock of my hair I'm going to punch you so hard in the face they won't even have dental records to identify you with. Mel, you touch Weiss and I will not be responsible for what she does to you."

"Okay okay- cool it! Look. I know a lot of things but there's shit I cannot and I will not fuck with- not because I don't know, but because you couldn't pay me to look into it. Hell- that lady you were looking for is someone the goddamn Vale PD told me not to even think about looking into," Junior interjected before things could get ugly, Weiss leveling a single eye towards Melanie in challenge as the two white clad girls stared at each other disdainfully without a hint of backing down. 

"Aww, you did do some digging. Thanks. Too bad I already know where my bitch of a mom went but thanks anyway. And really, what could possibly be going on that's so dangerous even you don't want to know about it?" Yang asked, crossing her arms as she stared dead ahead, her and Junior meeting eye to eye as the taller man… shuddered.

"Things and plots made by people so powerful they make even you look like smallfry, Blondie. Look- I keep an eye on normal things. Missing people, bank robbers. Muggers. Drug deals. Run of the mill criminals. Torchwick is somewhere out in Vale but I don't know or care where because wherever he is he's apparently gone to ground until this entire thing's blown over and everyone's fucked off to somewhere else. As for the White Fang- I already told you where they were but all I know now is that they're not anywhere near here and some goons were talking about a big break while they moved into one of the ruined expansions. As for the new faces…" Junior turned to Melanie and Miltia, both of whom simply drew a casual thumb across their necks, eyes turning sharp and deadly as they gazed at their employer. "I'm contractually obligated not to tell. Mil and Mel are loyal, but they're not that loyal and I enjoy having a head on my shoulders."

"Ah, so that's why they look halfway decent now," Yang deadpanned. "Big gang shit that you're not good enough to handle. Truly, a miracle you're still in business."

"Fuck you, Blondie," Miltia shot back, Melanie saying nothing as she shuffled into a ready position.

"Mhmm. Right, well. You two bimbos can fuck off and leave me n' my girls to date night. Junior… I'll leave this place standing. For now," Yang waved over her shoulders casually as the kitchen goon came out and set out a modest plate of nachos and a slightly less modest plate of hot wings for Weiss, then retreated again before he could get caught in the standoff. 

"... Uh huh. Mil, Mel?"

"Whatever."

"... I'm starting to think that we're never going to have a regular date night," Weiss muttered once the three criminals had retreated, digging into her hotwings with all the confidence and vigor that someone wearing white shouldn't have had, not at all caring about the interplay that had just happened beyond that it was important to their later goals. "At least the wings are good."

"I told you there's a reason why I come here. Usually it's later than six, though… and I usually wear a wig for that."

"... What, just for an overpriced, half decent strawberry sunrise and a plate of nachos?" Blake asked incredulously.

"... Well, that, and they always play my favorite songs!"

"... You know you could just make your drinks and nachos in the dorm kitchen and then have that while you listen to your music, right?"

"It's not the same!"

"Yang, you're ridiculous."

"But sexy."

"..." Blake and Weiss both sighed, palming their faces in unison before Weiss just grumbled out a response. "Unfortunately, too sexy to say no to."

"Agreed."

"Aww, you love me."

"... Agreed."

"... Unfortunately."

"Hey!"

Notes:

Hey remember Miltia and Melanie? I love those two sassy bitches