Chapter 8: Manners Maketh Man.

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"My friends call me Ben, strangers call me Mr. Siegel and those I don't like call me Bugsy, but not to my face." ~ Benjamin "Bugsy" Siegel

I woke up late the next morning naked and cuddled next to the twins. I was pleasantly sore from the exertion of last night and I had the pleasant flavor of one of them lingering on my lips. Full disclosure, I didn't feel like a big stud like you might think. The first thing I thought as I opened my eyes and recalled everything that had transpired was wonder; How did I end up like this?

Don't get me wrong, I had a ton of fun. Melanie and Miltia were patient with me being an awkward virgin through the whole experience, they were kind and they pulled out this adventurous side of me that enjoyed every minute of it. I'm glad I passed that particular milestone with them, it was memorable and while I certainly wasn't a pro in the sack they were nothing but encouraging and made it a night I'll never forget. I won't kiss and tell, but I felt like one hell of a big shot when we finally fell asleep in their bed. It was an amazing time.

But lying in their bed with Melanie's head upon my shoulder and Miltia's arm around me I could only really think about what direction my life was taking. I felt lost where I was. It wasn't so long ago that I was in Beacon trying to become a huntsmen, I didn't drink, I didn't smoke, and I certainly never went back to a girl's apartment. The Jaune I had been became someone I turned into once a week for ten to twenty minutes as I reported to Ozpin. I was thinking about my short life like Beacon less and less. I thought less and less about my team and my friends with every passing day. I had new friends, I had a new life, and the scary part was that I was liking it. I was really starting to enjoy this business.

I walked down the street of Little Mistral with envelopes of cash stuffed in my jacket and was starting to spend almost every night in a bar or a nightclub where I never needed to wait in line or get the bartender's attention for a drink. I liked hanging out with Toshi and I was even starting to feel like a part of the neighborhood. And that scared me. I was making friends I was planning on betraying, and right now I was lying in bed next to two beautiful girls I might one day turn on. I cannot begin to explain the guilt I was starting to feel over that.

I hadn't thought any of that when it happened. I was caught up in the night and in my own lust. Like so many nights hanging out and doing Clan business I had completely forgotten that my job here was to report their criminal actions and get closer to the dust robberies. I was somewhat comforted that I knew Melanie and Miltia didn't harbor any kind of romantic feeling towards me. This was just a bit of fun for them, they had other friends male and female that they fooled around in bed with. I wasn't anything special. It was just sex. But that only helped to dull my feelings of guilt.

I had always imagined criminals as monsters. Just evil people that Spruce Willis shot up in his movies and got the leading girl without a second thought to blowing them away. But my experience was nothing like that. The business was dirty sure, but Junior's clan was as much a part of this neighborhood as the noodle stands and the nightclubs. They weren't some kind of invaders that came here and strong armed everyone. In Little Mistral Junior was the law. The Clan was a product of Mountain Glenn and the Kingdom's failure. Was I just going to help Ozpin sweep up a side effect of their failure to protect their own people?

Miltia stirred and stretched on the bed next to me and Melanie gave a pleasant groan. "Hey you awake big guy?" She asked me with a cute little yawn while she rubbed the sand from her eyes.

"I'm great," I told Melanie, touching her comfortingly and sitting up in the bed I stared at the white tiger tattooed on the small of her back. Miltia had a matching tattoo, only her tiger was orange. The tattoos marked them both as Clan enforcers. "I'm just a little worn from last night."

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