Project: RWBY

Ch 20) What Lurks Beneath The Surface

"This is the ballroom, huh." I muse to myself as I look around.

Compared to what I've seen back home, this place is far more... unprofessional. All of the vibrant colors and balloons make me wonder what the coordinators were thinking at the time.

"I need you to pick a tablecloth." Weiss slides forward two extremely similar white cloths to Ruby.

On the other side of the room, Yang picks up a very large speaker and starts carrying it over in our direction.

Oh, right, those two are doing the coordinating.

"Aren't they both the same?" Ruby asks after a few moments of blankly staring at the two pieces.

Weiss lets out a groan and grumbles to herself.

To be fair, she should have known better than to ask Ruby about something like that.

Before she takes them away I place my finger on the cloth on the right.

"Snow white, Heiress. It's the lighter variant and would go with..." I gesture around the room. "All the light colours."

For a moment, Weiss stares at me all accusatory like as though I'm lying to her. "Very well, thank you for your opinion." She sniffs and saunters off, leaving behind the other white shaded cloth.

"Was what you said true?" Ruby asks, planting her chin on the table still seeming down.

Before I can answer, a loud thud cuts me off. I turn to Yang who dusts her hands off after carrying a giant speaker like it was nothing.

"So, have you picked a dress yet Rubes?"

The girl in question plants her cheek onto the desk with a flat expression and I can almost see the dark cloud hovering above her.

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

"I would." I call out, "I bet you would look absolutely adorable in a dress." I tease with a grin.

Unfortunately, not even my cheeky grin isn't enough to get Ruby to budge. She doesn't even blush! This is far more serious than I thought.

"Oh don't worry, she's going. Me and Neir will make sure of it."

I turn away from the crestfallen Ruby and raise a brow at Yang.

"I am?"

"You are." She nods with a grin, it turns into a frown shortly after when she looks past my shoulder. "I thought we agreed, no doilies!"

In an instant Weiss is in front of Yang, jabbing her finger her way with a menacing glare.

"If I don't get doilies, you don't get fog machines."

Fog machines? What kind of ball is this?

"Your dance is going to have fog machines?" A voice that isn't my own asks.

We turn to the door and find Sun and Neptune strolling in.

Upon seeing the boy with blue hair Weiss lowers her finger and puts on a gentle smile.