"I'm so sorry about that," Summer apologized before I could say anything else. "He's still a little irritable after the flight here."
"Um, that's alright," he said after a moment. "Was it really that bad of a ride?"
"You have no idea," I told him, getting a sigh from Summer in the process. "So why don't you point me towards that unofficial bar of yours and I'll be out of your hair faster than you can say 'wow, what an asshole.'"
"Ignore him, he's not allowed to drink on missions anyways." I glared back at her but she continued speaking as if I didn't. "You wouldn't mind showing us our lodgings for the night would you? We're both a bit exhausted."
"Oh, no problem. They're this way." The mayor pointed down the street a ways. "Just follow me."
They both started moving farther into town while I headed off to the left. I wish I could say I got away without either of them noticing, but I wasn't more than a few steps before Summer glanced towards me.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"To find that damn bar," I answered shortly.
"Ozpin said-"
"I don't give a damn what Ozpin said! I'm going to find that bar, I'm going to have a nice long drink, and nothing you can say will convince me otherwise."
I was able to take two more steps before columns of ice appeared in front of me, forcing me backwards.
"Ozpin said you were not allowed to drink on this mission. He also gave me permission to use whatever I had at my disposal to make sure you abided by that rule." She lowered her hand to her side as I tightened a fist once again. "You need food and sleep, not whiskey and beer."
"You don't know the first thing about what I need."
"Well it's not liquor, that's for damn sure," she said, her face flushing a moment later when she realized what she said. She turned her attention to the mayor once again. "I'm sorry, please continue leading the way. We'll both follow you this time, I promise."
