White Whistle Of Remnant (RWBY x Made In Abyss)

A Moment Of Respite

She'd left a message for Tai that there was a chance she might not come home that day, not out of any particular final message reason, but just a heads up. Lo and behold, today, she could've died to some rich introvert in a relationship with a dead woman. What's even worse is that the only injury worth mentioning happened to her arms, the one part someone needed the most to be a huntress.

Also, in her case, her eyes.

Maybe she could've let Ozen drive? Somehow figure that out. But instead, through all the pain and hardship of trying to drive through outback roads with your hands on the wheel, she and her ally, stood outside-

"Eubong's Chicken and Bar." Ozen questionably murmured the establishment's name.

"You asked if there was a place to drink somewhere in Patch, and this is the best spot.

"Personally, I haven't been here in a while, but if anything like it was, you'll like it. Qrow still comes here quite often too!"

"I see."

They'd literally just fought through an eternally reviving enemy, being ploughed through rooms and doors, and Ozen was directly back to her usual self like they hadn't just had the most heartfelt "different people accepting each other" fistbump.

"You said you were hungry too, and so I figured you could also grab something to eat. Consider it my treat."

"Hmm."

Stepping inside, the bar, restaurant, combo was packed with the usual suspects of a pub in Remnant. You'd have your huntsman and huntress in one corner, either with or without fans. Your actual drunkards near the taps making fools of themselves, the other "drunkards" face down to the counter drowning themselves in booze.

Besides those characters, you'd have groups of young people, maybe a few old blokes enjoying a glass without a care in the world, and lastly, those here just trying to enjoy the food. In their case, they were the huntresses, or at least, assumedly.

Pulling up a stool at the counter, they'd gained a few odd stares considering the amount of viscera they'd attempted to clean off beforehand, the shades of crimson still staining them. Thankfully, Summer's status would only slightly pull them out of any trouble.

"Ahh! Summer Eqsuire! It hast been far too long! How hast thou been!?"

The duo had been vivaciously approached by a young bartend, blonde, short, and short-haired. She was beaming with energy, her hands shaking with excitement as she stood totally entranced by the huntress and her "friend?" Her eyes glimmered with admiration and amazement at the huntress's visitation.

"Oh! Don, I've been fine mostly. How has the bar life been treating you?" Summer smiled as if she was speaking to her own children, filled with nothing but love and care. The rest of the bar, Ozen included, mostly questioned the woman's antics.

"I hast been most well! Verily more that thou are hither!"

She also spoke in olden terms for some reason.

"Now, why would you say that, Don?"

"Because thoust is a grand huntress! And thou are here!"

With that statement, the bar's attention had most definitely turned to them.

"Now please, Summer Eqsuire, what may I get thou and thy friend?"

"I suppose I'll have whatever is best on tap and the same for her too, also, something to eat for my friend."

"Of Course! What shall thou hast?" All of her gleam was now focused on the Sovereign. Unlike Summer, however, she wasn't as flattered by her eccentricities. Ozen's face was visibly uncomfortable, squinting and her mouth popping into a silent smile, trying not to portray her slight annoyance.