Burning the Candle

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A glum Ruby rested her head on her hand and starred into the distance before she was startled by someone slamming their palms on the table she was at.

Weiss: *smiles* I need you to pick a tablecloth. 

She slided two squares over to Ruby, both seemed to be similar shades of white.

Ruby: *confused* Aren't they both the same?

Weiss: *sighs in frustration* I don't even know why I asked!

Weiss walked out of the scene as Yang came in carrying a massive sound speaker on her shoulder, which bounced her sister and the table she was moping on again to jump in the air when she dropped it on the ground. Byleth came with her with another sound speaker in his arms and dropped it on the stage. Yang brushed her hands as she approached Ruby.

Yang: So, have you picked out a dress yet?

Ruby: What's the point? Who cares about the dance if Blake isn't going?

Yang: Oh, don't worry; she's going. *looks over off-screen, exasperated* Weiss! I thought we agreed: No doilies!

Weiss walked up to Yang and pointed in her face, countering.

Weiss: If I don't get doilies, you don't get fog machines!

Byleth: *points outside* Should I get them or not?

The girls were interrupted by the sound of doors opening.

Neptune: *walks in with Sun* Your dance is gonna have fog machines?

Weiss stepped up to him and became sweet in front of Neptune.

Weiss: We were thinking about it...

Neptune: That's pretty cool.

Sun came into the scene and acted suave to Weiss' ire.

Sun: You ladies all excited for dress-up?

Ruby: Pfft... Yeah, right!

Yang: Laugh all you want. I'll be turning heads tomorrow night!

Weiss: *addresses Sun and Neptune* What are you two wearing?

Sun: Uuhhh... this? *gestures to his current shirtless outfit*

Neptune stepped up and held a hand in front of his friend's face.

Neptune: Ignore him for he knows not what he says.

Sun: *knocks Neptune's hand away* Hey, I may have moved to Mistral, but I grew up in Vacuo. It's not exactly a shirt-and-tie kind of place.

Yang mirrored Ruby and Weiss' looks of being told something extremely obvious.

Yang: Yeah, we noticed. *looks at Byleth* What are you wearing, my dear cousin?

Byleth: Just a tax. 

Weiss: At least one knows the dress code for a ball.

Sun rubbed the back of his head and prepared to ask.

Sun: Soooo... what does Blake think of all this? She still being all, y'know... Blake-y?

Weiss: Obviously. 

She turned and crossed her arms in disapproval.

Ruby: I still can't think of a way to change her mind.

Yang: Guys. *everyone looks at her as she starts walking out* Trust me, Blake will be at the dance tomorrow.

Byleth: I go practice dancing. *leaves*

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