Midnight

A dreary night. Cold rain drizzled down the frosted windows as the wind blew, energetically misplacing any stray objects caught in the fray. Inside the dormitory was a different story however. A cosy room, invitingly filled with trinkets and tools for four teenage boarding schoolers. Occupying the room however, was only half the usual cast, the blond brute and the cool Faunus were inexplicably away- assumedly out for the night.

"This bottle is almost done Weiss" Ruby said, brandishing a wine bottle over her head, a makeshift weapon. One would be hard pressed to find a fair rebuttal as to why the two were drinking- especially as the younger was far too young to handle such liquids- but at the very least rationality was a defining trait of one of the two and they were safely in their dormitory.

Slowly guiding Ruby's arm back onto the bed, Weiss took a sip from her glass.
"I am aware of that Ruby, now please, try not to hurt anyone"

"Don't be a worrywart Weiss- ha, worrywart Weiss- I would never hit you"

"That's not who I was referring to..." Weiss said, rolling her eyes. Taking the bottle from Ruby's hand, Weiss emptied the remaining alcohol into their glasses.

"To Beacon" Weiss said, raising her glass.

"To bacon!" Ruby exclaimed, wine sloshing onto the bed as she thrusted her glass into the air. Weiss slowly indulged in her drink, closing her eyes as she did so. Upon opening them she saw Ruby had downed the whole thing, smacking her lips.

"Maybe we should take a break"  Weiss suggested, prying the glass away from Ruby's sturdy grasp.

"Fine. Lightweight" Ruby giggled, causing another eye roll "anyway, as I was saying, you just got to feel it out, ya know?" She said, continuing their discussion.

A common dispute between the two was combat theory, this time fuelled by intoxication. Always at ends with each other, the fighting partners could never seem to agree about anything. On this particular night, they were heatedly arguing about how to execute a recently devised team attack.

"You can't just feel it out, what's the timing? I need you to actually choreograph the move. I swear, every time we practice it you've changed it"

"Well I do make some adjustments. But I just sorta do it without thinking- "

"You do everything without thinking"

"-so, it just works" Ruby continued, ignoring the heiress' remark.

"Ruby, you have incredible motor functions, truly. I'll be the first to admit that your talents far outdo mine, but honestly, you have no sense of consistency. I've never once seen you practice the same move twice, you always- and I mean always- do a random assortment of attacks every time" Weiss lamented. "It lacks rhythm, it lacks nuance. I can't for the life of me understand how you balance yourself with that thing"

Ruby chuckled- secretly offended that anyone would call Crescent Rose thing-, lightly punching her friend in the shoulder. "Oh Weiss, you know how stiff you sound? Nag, nag, nag, keep your back straight, nag, nag, nag, your timing is all wrong. I think you need to accept Weiss, that I'm just way out of your league" Ruby laughed, sticking her tongue out at her.

"Hey!" Weiss yelled indignantly. She tackled Ruby onto the bed, grabbing her arms. The two flailed around, until Weiss was victorious. She knelt, straddled over a defeated Ruby who looked to the side, pouting.

"No fair Weiss, you caught me off guard" she whined.

"Sorry what was that? Something about being out of your league?" Weiss teased. "Maybe my reaction times are just better than yours" Weiss said, grinning.