[ He's not proud of it. In some ways, despite what he says, he still feels like a student of Beacon, and that part of him just did something that could get him expelled. If there was still a Beacon Academy, that is. ]
Guess my talk didn't go any better than yours, heh...
[ Still, he's here for Pyrrha, not himself. He'll be just fine. ]
[ Jaune wishes Pyrrha would feel a little more anger towards Ozpin, it would mean that Jaune wouldn't have to do it so much on her behalf. No matter what their old headmaster's fate is, he was always going to put a 17 year old girl in that pod. That was no accident.
He looks at his hand that formed a fist not too long ago, then averts his gaze. ]
... I'm with you no matter what, okay? If you wanna be mad, then be mad. And if you can't? Then there's nothing wrong with that either.
[ She's entitled to her feelings, after all. As long she's putting her feelings first and not Ozpin's. ]
[ She hardly condones him punching their Headmaster (had Glynda seen it, he would likely have been retroactively expelled from Beacon), but in this instance, Pyrrha can understand it.
Reaching over the bar, she pulls the whiskey bottle closer and refils both their tumblers with another shot's worth of liquor. ]
... I'm - not his pawn anymore.
[ She isn't sure if she is saying that for Jaune or for herself, but she follows it up with another single, unbroken drink.
Yup, still tastes like drinking grain. Pyrrha makes another face. ]
[ Jaune, too, follows it up with his second shot. When he sets the glass down, it's with a noticeable force... because that second one hit a little harder than the first! Eugh! ]
Are you gonna be okay? I imagine we'll be seeing him around more often.
[ -- she takes yet another drink. Her swigs are slowing down into sips, which are actually a bit harder on her throat. The burning is significantly more palpable. ]
... that he knew I would use fall's power well, and not for malice, and that I was - I am good, and kind, and fight for those who can't fight for themselves.
[ It had been pretty, and perhaps served to soften her (is she still allowing herself to be manipulated?), but Pyrrha remains unsure why her, as opposed to a fourth year, it's not like she's the only kind soul in all of Beacon. Even her world-renowned success was fairly restricted to her age class.
Thinking that way, she can quickly talk herself out of Ozpin's commendations.
[ Jaune sighs, unsure what to make of that. It's very hard to disagree, because Pyrrha is all that and much more, but it still feels like the answer isn't good enough.
Thinking about this is pointless, they'll probably never know the real reason. Jaune stops Pyrrha from having that last sip, taking the glass out of her hand and setting it down at the counter. ]
Hey... let's just go away like we talked about, yeah? Tomorrow, tonight, or even now... just say the word and we're gone.
[ He doesn't care when they leave, he's just ready to be alone with her for more than just a few hours. Just them and nobody else. ]
[ He slides her glass away and earns her undivided attention in doing so. He's right about one thing; they thought it would help, but it largely didn't. She feels a bit looser in limb, and Pyrrha knows once her feet touch the floor again, she'll have to over-compensate and drink some water (good thing her shift technically ended a few minutes ago); but it hasn't cleared her head of these somber, conflicted thoughts.
And then, Jaune says what he says, and her expression seems to grow that much brighter, lightening without smiling. When his hand is free of her drink, she reaches for his fingers. Not for the first time, there's an inrushing of gratitude, and Pyrrha is suffused with the feeling that she's utterly lucky to have him. ]
... Let's go now.
[ Of course, the moment the words are out, common sense re-asserts itself. As much as she wants to be alone with him, she can't just disappear when she has a shift tomorrow. (And she wants to have dinner with her newly reunited team tonight.) ]
Now, as in, um. Tomorrow night. And, we could stay for a little while? [ A WEEK :D ]
[ When their hands join up, Jaune ignores the slight discomfort in his wrist from when he took a swing at Ozpin. The fist was swung recklessly, which in turn hurt Jaune just a little bit, too. Luckily, he heals fast, so this won't be an issue in a few hours, not to mention the general numbness he feels after a few drinks.
He leans in and gives Pyrrha a quick and caring kiss on the cheek. ]
We'll stay as long as you want.
[ Which suits Jaune just fine, too! He would have suggested a longer trip himself. Gross minds think alike? ]
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Then, as the words sink in, she launches into a coughing fit. ]
You pu- [ cough wheeze ack ] - Jaune?
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[ He's not proud of it. In some ways, despite what he says, he still feels like a student of Beacon, and that part of him just did something that could get him expelled. If there was still a Beacon Academy, that is. ]
Guess my talk didn't go any better than yours, heh...
[ Still, he's here for Pyrrha, not himself. He'll be just fine. ]
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Actually, I tried to make sure he ate a hot meal.
[ hashtag: differences in the way they treat old men ]
I... wanted to get angry, perhaps even hate him, but I just - couldn't. He's been through the same fate that I have.
[ ... she says, not yet knowing about poor Oscar. :D ]
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[ Jaune wishes Pyrrha would feel a little more anger towards Ozpin, it would mean that Jaune wouldn't have to do it so much on her behalf. No matter what their old headmaster's fate is, he was always going to put a 17 year old girl in that pod. That was no accident.
He looks at his hand that formed a fist not too long ago, then averts his gaze. ]
... I'm with you no matter what, okay? If you wanna be mad, then be mad. And if you can't? Then there's nothing wrong with that either.
[ She's entitled to her feelings, after all. As long she's putting her feelings first and not Ozpin's. ]
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[ She hardly condones him punching their Headmaster (had Glynda seen it, he would likely have been retroactively expelled from Beacon), but in this instance, Pyrrha can understand it.
Reaching over the bar, she pulls the whiskey bottle closer and refils both their tumblers with another shot's worth of liquor. ]
... I'm - not his pawn anymore.
[ She isn't sure if she is saying that for Jaune or for herself, but she follows it up with another single, unbroken drink.
Yup, still tastes like drinking grain. Pyrrha makes another face. ]
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[ Jaune, too, follows it up with his second shot. When he sets the glass down, it's with a noticeable force... because that second one hit a little harder than the first! Eugh! ]
Are you gonna be okay? I imagine we'll be seeing him around more often.
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It takes more than some... some person - [ that's her being disparaging, btw ] to -
[ To what?
Pyrrha pours herself another drink. She's getting used to the taste now, unlike him. Down the hatch! ]
I'll be fine.
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...
On second thought, he nudges it back to her general area. Go nuts, honey. ]
What... did you two talk about, anyway?
[ Err, he means specifics. He can guess what the topic was. ]
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I asked why he chose me.
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[ YUP, that will definitely make him have another one. He needs to prepare himself for whatever he's about to hear, so down it goes!
... He feels lighter. This is much better. ]
And?
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[ -- she takes yet another drink. Her swigs are slowing down into sips, which are actually a bit harder on her throat. The burning is significantly more palpable. ]
... that he knew I would use fall's power well, and not for malice, and that I was - I am good, and kind, and fight for those who can't fight for themselves.
[ It had been pretty, and perhaps served to soften her (is she still allowing herself to be manipulated?), but Pyrrha remains unsure why her, as opposed to a fourth year, it's not like she's the only kind soul in all of Beacon. Even her world-renowned success was fairly restricted to her age class.
Thinking that way, she can quickly talk herself out of Ozpin's commendations.
... another sip. ]
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Thinking about this is pointless, they'll probably never know the real reason. Jaune stops Pyrrha from having that last sip, taking the glass out of her hand and setting it down at the counter. ]
Hey... let's just go away like we talked about, yeah? Tomorrow, tonight, or even now... just say the word and we're gone.
[ He doesn't care when they leave, he's just ready to be alone with her for more than just a few hours. Just them and nobody else. ]
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And then, Jaune says what he says, and her expression seems to grow that much brighter, lightening without smiling. When his hand is free of her drink, she reaches for his fingers. Not for the first time, there's an inrushing of gratitude, and Pyrrha is suffused with the feeling that she's utterly lucky to have him. ]
... Let's go now.
[ Of course, the moment the words are out, common sense re-asserts itself. As much as she wants to be alone with him, she can't just disappear when she has a shift tomorrow. (And she wants to have dinner with her newly reunited team tonight.) ]
Now, as in, um. Tomorrow night. And, we could stay for a little while? [ A WEEK :D ]
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He leans in and gives Pyrrha a quick and caring kiss on the cheek. ]
We'll stay as long as you want.
[ Which suits Jaune just fine, too! He would have suggested a longer trip himself. Gross minds think alike? ]
... Yeah. Tomorrow.
[ He's psyched! :D ]