Chapter 9: Putting the U & I Into Suicide
"Are people becoming more annoying or am I becoming more angry?"
— 17 —
Weiss groaned. "Do you have to do all of that yelling inside? It's too early in the morning. I can still get another hour of sleep in before class."
Jaune brushed his hands together. "I don't want to go outside today. It fuckin' wimdy."
"Wimmmd," Blake intoned, just going along the way Jaune butchered the language. She was perched upside down on her bed, just watching the room and talking with her partner.
He gave her an impressed look, and she only shrugged. Then he laughed.
He looked back at Weiss. "Es fühlt mir zu windig. Mag ich's nicht."
She frowned at him intently. It sounded a lot like a backcountry Solitas tongue. Not that she or anybody of any social standing spoke that old slop. While most every region had its dialects and old remnants of language—Koine from Northern Mistral or even Valais in Vale—you mostly only saw those in bits and influence on local accents. It was weird to try to actually form a sentence out of them. And in any case, if he was speaking that language like the way he ruined
this one, it was almost certainly wrong.
She looked over to her own partner, currently Jetson Shamrock. Idly laying on their bed, texting someone on their scroll. And for the briefest moments, felt an angry surge of jealousy. Shamrock had a problem with her. A lot of people did. But after what happened last night, texting with them, she couldn't help but feel like part of it was her fault. The one time she recalled Shamrock really trying to connect with her, she had shot them down, citing cards as being beneath her.
She still couldn't believe what she had managed to psych herself into doing with Jaune of all people. And she really wasn't prepared for him to talk to anybody about trying to teach him to sing properly. Or that, in the end, he got her to sing a song with him that she was pretty sure was about sex and drugs.
Her thoughts once again turned against her will. To her sister smiling, meaning it was the right thing. And her Father raging, proving that it was the wrong thing. Forcing her to choose, to decide who was right, and who was wrong between people who were never wrong. Her little brother, Whitley, and how she told her butler to tell the kid that she'd be back for him one day when she was a Huntress.
Weiss screwed her eyes shut, willing the thoughts to go away. Things were going to be different at Beacon. They hadn't been so far, but being able to connect with that creep Jaune had been a start, however uncomfortable.
When she opened them, Jaune was standing above her, one hand in a pocket. Leaning slightly to one side, a concerned look on his face. She wondered if the boy would ever wear a shirt if he had the option. He probably thought he looked cool and attractive, showing off his scars.
"Hey, Weiss, you mind doing me a solid today?" he asked, and in the background she saw Blake frowning over at the scene. His tone reminded her too much of when her mother had called her Snow Pea.
But then again, no, he wasn't doing that. She had to remind himself that he might be a bit of an overeager puppy, but at least he was trying to make an effort. Singing with him, however cringe-inducing, had proved that. She had to believe she could start somewhere, even if that meant starting from the bottom of the grave she had dug herself since coming to the school.
Weiss pointed up at Jaune with an exaggerated, sarcastic slowness. "Best I can do for you is a liquid. Take it or leave it."
That was progress, right? That was her making an effort to be personable. Just so long as he didn't ask her to teach Blake to sing too. She figured she would die if anyone knew what happened between the two of them the other night.
"Great," he said, sitting down on her bed hard enough that she bounced up. Not that she would have kept laying there with Jaune that close to her. "How do you feel about sushi?"
She scowled at him. But then forced herself to relax her shoulders. "I suppose I like raw fish as much as the next girl."
"I like it more than you," Blake called out, sounding oddly unhappy.
Weiss had this feeling like Blake was trying to start something with her. Part of her thought that without Jaune to unite the team in hatred, everyone was slowly turning against her. Everyone except for Jaune, weirdly enough. She wouldn't let Blake drag her down to her level. Because once you let someone do that to you, they could engage you on a level playing field where they had the home advantage.
"Why are you asking about sushi?" she asked, teeth grit. It was always something with her like this. She genuinely could not make herself fully relaxed when talking to Jaune. Not unless she was sniping back at him. But that wouldn't be the correct course of action. She had to be better than that.
A Huntress had to be better.
Jaune gave her this dopey, boyish smile. "So I've scrounged me together some money by selling drugs to underprivileged children," he said. "And I'm fixing to take the team out for some sushi. My treat. Team building shit."
"I can pay for my own food," she said, crossing her arms.
He shrugged one hand, letting it flop to the side with the motion. "Irrelevant. Although it might have to take place on a Thursday night. Y'know, since my Fridays and weekends are kind of taken up right now. I just want to know if you're in."
She regarded him for a long moment, and he just kept smiling at her. She found herself unconsciously rubbing her arms as though she were out in a Solitas wind without a jacket. "I… maybe."
"Maybe is a baby who always says yes," he said seriously.
"Stop saying that," Blake added, idly kicking her legs at nothing. "You do it every time someone tells you maybe. If she doesn't want to go, leave her."
For some reason, Weiss bristled at that. "Well maybe this baby is saying yes!" Oh God, it felt horrible just saying that. She could feel herself cringing against her will. She was going to have nightmares for weeks about how she actually said that out loud.
Blake's sourpuss face was something to behold.
Jaune looked like he could barely contain himself. Like he had just won the lottery. He stood up suddenly. "Hell yeah! Nobody puts baby in a corner!"
"Is that supposed to be a reference?" Weiss asked dubiously.
"More of a cliché. I couldn't tell you me where it from. Either from baseball or a cartoon. Cartoon feels right to me."
Weiss sighed. "You're
how old and still watch cartoons?"
Jaune looked around the room. "Iunno, your guess is as good as mine how old I am."
"Seventeen. We are all seventeen," Blake said, and he very pointedly ignored her.
Weiss had no idea why she was doing this to herself. She kept telling herself that she was going with the flow or something, like only dead fish do. If this was what having friends was like, well no, she had seen friendship in movies and operas. This felt more like—honestly, she didn't really know the word. It was kind of like mint toothpaste, something she had hated growing up, but something you had to get used to until you eventually liked it. They didn't make adult oriented chocolate flavored toothpaste, after all. Although she had once seen bacon flavored toothpaste, which was an abomination in and of itself.
If she believed in a God, she would have said that right there had been her first proof that mankind had killed him.
Her second proof would have been winding up on a team with Jaune.
Speaking of which, the boy stretched his arms over his shoulders. "Sweet deal, anyhow. Now we just need you to convince your partner to come with us." He winked. "We're counting on you."
"Wait,
what?" Weiss asked, but the boy was already on his way to the other side of the room. Seeming to just completely ignore her, his hands in his pockets.
Blake raised her head when he got near. He extended a hand and pushed at it, and she rolled over unhappily onto her stomach. "Hey!" she called out, but without any real anger or heat.
Yeah, those two were definitely sleeping together. Weiss made a mental note to buy some antibac disinfectant to spray across the beds and bathroom.
Right after she dealt with her partner, Shamrock.
— 18 —
Figuring out where Shamrock spent their days after class was an effort in and of itself. It really wouldn't do to see Weiss asking around after her partner like some jilted ex-lover trying to find out who her old boyfriend was dating. But through poking around, and asking around the topic, she managed to figure out where Shamrock was via Jack, because of a girl named Yang.
Kind of. The entire thing was stupid. She didn't really know who this Yang was, other than that she was on the same team as Pyrrha. And apparently she was friends with a boy named Indigo Jack, this incredibly tall, incredibly good looking student who was always twirling a butterfly knife. He was a member of team ICWN. He hadn't really seemed keen on talking with her, happy to just give her a run around with double speak, saying nothing. So, long story short, after class, she met another member of the team and tried asking him.
Some boy named Cielo with distinctively Mistrali eyes. Also incredibly tall. So many of the boys here made Weiss feel small. She imagined it would be way worse if not for her heels. Without them, even girls like Ruby, Pyrrha's partner, might have the height advantage on her. She shivered at the thought.
Height envy aside, that was why she was currently asking Cielo where to find Yang.
"Look, I don't know where she is. I just know where I don't want to be at any given time in relation to her." Cielo looked at the rhinoceros beetle currently buzzing its wings on the back of his hand. He took that into consideration for some reason. "And right now, I know that between the hours of five and eight PM, I absolutely do not want to be anywhere near room 407 of the student center."
Weiss made a face. "That's a very specific time frame and location you just know to avoid."
Cielo shrugged. "I have a lot of very useless and specific superpowers. Most of them sound cool in principle, but couldn't stick the landing. Like juggling. I tried learning that back at Sanctum to try to impress the girls. But Mistrali girls are really mean. All I got for my efforts was getting shoved in my locker. And then they took my balls!"
Weiss' scar itched. "I'll take that into consideration, I guess. Never learn to juggle."
So. Aside from losing a couple of brain cells from that conversation, she did eventually manage to track down Shamrock from the information.
She figured arriving towards six would be better. Fourth floor, near the game center, in a generic room which could be a conference room or anything else someone needed. The Susebron Student Center was lousy with spare rooms. It had made things a little awkward to navigate, especially after she paused to briefly watch Jaune and
Coco Adel talking about tattoos in the student center's bagel shop. Those two really
were friends. Wow.
She came into room 407 to find the group laughing.
"No, no, for real," the tall boy with the indigo eyes was saying. He threw down his cards on the table. "I will literally look you right in the eyes as I stab you in the back."
"Oh, please," the buxom girl with the rather luxurious golden curls of hair said. Yang. "You need some pretty long arms for that. And nobody's got arms that long. Not even Long Arm Johnson, and he had really long arms. Thus, the name."
Jack lit up with his indigo Aura, a butterfly knife appearing in his hand. The metal of the blade just kind of twisted and bent, elongating in the blink of an eye. The power of his Semblance. A moment later, he was using the flat to poke Shamrock on the top of
his hat from across the table.
"That's cheating!" Jet Shamrock said, fanning himself with his hand of cards. "Stop cheating."
"What are you going to do, find the guy who can stop me?" Jack asked. "What was his name again, Johnny McDoesn'tExist?"
"I can be anyone you want me to be, baby," Shamrock said, winking. As Weiss watched, Shamrock leaned forwards and his face became visibly more feminine. When he, now
she, spoke, even the voice matched a woman. "Daniela McDoesn'tExist, at your service."
"Hi!" Weiss said, mustering all of her courage into one brave word.
The laughter stopped instantly, three sets of eyes coming to stare at her. She instantly had the distinct impression that she did not belong here. That she shouldn't be here.
That nobody wanted her. Least of all in this place.
"Oh hey, ice queen," Yang finally said, more amused than the other two looked.
Weiss' first instinct was to protest. To fold her arms together and argue that she wasn't some ice queen. But looking at the other two in the room, that feeling inked away like hard copy under a faucet. No. That wouldn't be right. If anything, it would just encourage them. Prove that they were right.
She took a breath to study herself. She was a
Schnee. She was the cold ice that broke apart the nations. She wouldn't let Jaune intimidate her, so she wouldn't let them do it either. Freezing her spine solid, and standing as tall as she could with her heels for support, she crossed the room and sat down at the table.
"So. I heard you three were playing together," she said. "Would you mind if I joined?"
Shamrock scoffed, adjusting her tophat. "It's cards, Weiss. You said it yourself, a Schnee would sooner be caught dead than playing."
Oh, right, that. She felt herself deflating. She had said that in no uncertain terms when the Shamrock had offered to teach the girls to play rummy, whatever that was. Just brush it off and away like so many flakes of snow on a new dress. It wasn't like she could take back what she had told Shamrock. Thinking of Pyrrha's face, it was an effort of will not to shrink in on herself and give up.
A Schnee didn't play cards. It was almost a point of pride, that bit of stubborn ignorance. Like not bothering to learn or know any common Mantle jargon. Although part of that, she suspected, was because her father was originally from Vale.
She swallowed. "Then, today, I guess I'm not a Schnee," she said, feeling more than a touch woozy all the sudden. "My
name is Weiss. Deal me a hand."
In her head, that had sounded strong and bold. Facing the howling wind with a grim certitude that you wouldn't let it beat you. Out loud, everyone seemed to find that somehow hilarious. Her hands became fists as they rested over her lap beneath the table, trying to steel her heart as they laughed. It wasn't like she could just ignore it. No one really could. Not that it mattered like this.
Not when I'm not a Schnee.
"I say we let the ice queen play," Yang said, reaching out a hand to pat Weiss on the back so hard she nearly coughed. Weiss was not a fan of the touching. It wasn't something you did in Atlas.
"I can buy in," Weiss said, trying not to sound too desperate. "I know how this works. Betting and gambling. And I'll win."
The boy sitting across from her, Jack, held up his left hand. He was holding her wallet. "I mean, it does feel hefty."
Weiss inhaled sharply. In Atlas, nobody carried a purse. They might be part of the high fashion in Vale, but they struck her a little too creepily feminine and vulnerable. And they presented an obvious target. Her combat dress had pockets for a reason. And as she patted herself down and came out empty, her mouth dropped.
"Did you really grab my butt and steal that!?"
Jack regarded her without concern. "You a bitch with no ass. And just like one," he said, flexing her wallet, "you ain't got shit."
Weiss made an indignant noise. "Agh!" First reaction was to defend her body, but there was no real way to do that without it getting weird.
My personal trainers ensured that I was always in peak physical condition, and I inherited my mom's best traits! Just,
ew.
She looked around for support. That kind of sexist language was the exact kind of thing she expected from Jaune alone. Yang or even currently Shamrock had to be offended by it too, right? They'd jump down his throat for this. But the other two girls didn't even seem to care. It didn't bother them in the least bit.
Jack tossed her back her wallet, and she found it was empty. He kept flicking his wrist, her credit cards and lien flashing between his fingers with every motion. Atlas might be a nearly cashless society, but paper money was still worth something in Vale. It was
their currency, after all.
"Honestly, between what you have here, it's a little more high stakes and all the cash we three got on us total." He considered his friends, before looking with concern at Shamrock, who was glaring at him. Was her partner about to defend Weiss?
"What?" he asked.
"Yang, you saw that too, right?" Shamrock asked sharply. "One of those things wasn't a credit card. It was an ace!" She threw down her hand on the table, revealing three of them.
Yang flipped up the card she had face down on the table, and frowned. "Oh, that son of a bitch."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jack said easily. With such a practice smoothness that Weiss would have believed him if not for the two girls approaching him with malicious intent.
"Hold him down, Yang!"
"With pleasure!"
Shamrock grabbed Jack's arm and tried pulling it down. He was a lot taller than her, taller than Yang. "Gimme!"
Yang grabbed his other arm and twisted, showing him forward under the table. "What else are you hiding in your sleeves!"
"Help, help!" Jack yelled, throwing Weiss' wallet and all her money across the table. "I'm being pinned down by two women and not in the way I like! Please, no, not in front of the ice queen!"
Weiss had no idea what she was watching. She didn't know if she should intervene, or just keep sitting there baffled.
Shamrock snatched an ace from Jack's pocket. "Gotcha! See? A fifth ace."
And just like that, the two girls got off him. Jack just looked angry and petulant. "I was saving it for a special occasion, like my birthday."
"Cough it all back up, Jack," Yang said smugly.
The boy compressed a sigh, before sliding back a handful of lien across the table to the two of the girls. He didn't look happy, but he didn't look angry. Almost like this was just part of the game. If someone had tried holding down Weiss like that, she imagined there would have been a lot more blood involved in the aftermath.
Yang turned to Weiss and grinned. "Hey, look at that, the game's been reset. You want in?"
"She doesn't know how to play cards," Shamrock said.
"Awesome! I love winning."
An empty beer can clocked her across the forehead. Yang yelped, falling backwards in the chair she was leaning in. She flared her Aura and bounced off the ground, coming right back up to her feet, fists clenched. "Jack!"
The boy pointed at Shamrock passively, who simply shrugged.
Every moment that passed, Weiss felt more and more like she genuinely did not belong here. Like she was intruding on something personal in a way. The same as she had been when she watched Blake and Jaune talking on his bed together. Her scar itched.
"I'll deal!" Weiss made herself say, putting down some lien on the table.
Everyone looked at her, as if surprised to find she were still there. "You will?" Shamrock asked.
Feeling a smile a creep across her face, Weiss said, "I've done my research. There's several really informative videos on the topic on VidTube. Fifty-two cards in a deck, plus two jokers. The royalty is at the top where it should be. And if I connect four chips, I win." The smile got bigger As she set a little hunk of metal and plastic on the table. "I even bought a card shuffling machine!"
Shamrock facepalmed and sighed. Yang just laughed.
"Huh," Jack said, collecting up the cards the girls had thrown down plus the ones from the river at the center of the table. "Didn't know those were real. How'd you even get one?"
"It's simple," Weiss said primly. "Money can be exchanged for goods and services."
Yang squinted. "Was that a joke? I feel like that was a joke but no one's laughing."
Shamrock looked at Jack dubiously, and made a gesture with her left hand. Jack snerked, and it made one back at her. Before holding out the deck of cards to Weiss. Well, holding was a bit of a misnomer. He flicked his wrist and produced one of his butterfly knives. After twirling it through his fingers so fast that Weiss was sure he was going to sever one of them, he set the cards down on the flap of the blade and elongated it towards her with his Semblance.
She took the deck from him, cards that had seen far better days. The ones in the video she watched didn't have the occasional coffee stain on them and looked far more pristine and white. She pulled out her scroll to read the manual on the card shuffler, before loading the deck up, half on one side of the machine, and half on the other.
Shamrock made another gesture at Jack as Weiss touched the button to make the machine work.
"Sign language?" she asked hopefully, trying to fill the air with human voices and conversation again. It was getting weird with everyone just kind of staring at her in disbelief.
Jack flicked his fingers on the necklace he wore around his neck. "More a good luck charm."
Weiss made a face, trying to figure out what he meant. Did he mean the gestures, or his necklace? If the latter, then she hadn't asked, and didn't really care. But then again, Jack sounded A bit like one of those smooth talking gangsters from an old Valean crime movie. And Shamrock dressed in a decidedly Valean fashion. She thought that if the hand gestures were a good luck sign, then maybe it was superstitious. Maybe it was religious in a way. Vale was still pretty lousy with religions and the occasional cult, at least by the standards of Atlas.
She perked up. "Oh! It's Voodoo!"
Shamrock cringed, looking more angry than anything else. Weiss had the feeling she had said something like the word
Wakashu again. It was bad enough that Shamrock's physical features altered, becoming a lot more androgynous.
"You could call it that," they said in a voice like they would never call it that in a million years, deepening as they became a bit more masculine.
"
Vaudou," Yang supplied helpfully. "'Voodoo' is kind of a loaded word."
Jack shrugged a hand. "It's the converts that are always the most zealous."
"You all believe that stuff?" Weiss asked, suddenly feeling intensely like she didn't want to be here. More than usual, in any case.
Yang snerked, blowing air through her lips. "No."
"Alhumdulillah, heathen," Shamrock said to Yang, but without any heat. More a tired sound. That was a word from Vacuo.
"I didn't know you were religious. Or that you were from Vacuo?" Weiss said, pitching her voice to make it a question. She removed the fully shuffled deck of cards from her machine. "Wait, how is someone from Vacuo into, uh,
Vaudou."
Shamrock removed their hat, clutching it oddly tightly to themselves. "They were the only people who took me in when I came to Vale. There was a priest I met named Cemetaire as I was suffering a case of lasting regret. Gave me his hat as a kind of gris-gris."
Weiss… genuinely did not have a response to that. At all. Religion wasn't something she really knew a lot about. For all intents and purposes, for the last eighty years, everyone in Atlas had been an atheist. When Mantle had tried to control emotions in a totalitarian effort to safeguard itself against the Grimm, the old gods of the North had been on their chopping block. After that whole incident sparked the Great War, which they lost badly, religion had never fully recovered.
The only thing God is, is a number you can count to, her father once told her, repeating the old Atlesian saying.
She knew there wasn't a way she could engage in this without probably insulting everyone at the table. She'd already done so badly enough calling it Voodoo, a religion that she admittedly associated with superstition and zombies. Taking a breath, and trying to will the conversation and its thoughts away, she tried dealing cards to everyone else at the table.
This was a part she had prepared for. The one even her father had helped train her for, though he would have never known. Card games, from what she read, were all about the subtle misdirection. Being able to read your opponent, without them being able to read you. And Weiss was an expert at reading people. You could tell a lot by a man by the cut of a suit jacket, whether it was Valean silk or of a Northern Mistrali cut. Whether the way the woman laughed at the man whose arm she was holding was out of a sense of obligation, or she was really enjoying his company. Which rich older man was sizing her up, figuring her a good match for their sons.
Her eyes focused intently on Jack. He had an unbuttoned black denim jacket with a couple of sewn on patches. One of them was some gibberish in Mistrali, and another was a little white XO with a little heart in between the letters. It made him look like someone who tried to look his best with meager means. And if she had any doubts that he came from a poor background, his shirt gave it all away. It was a black t-shirt displaying a pair of mighty white antlers with a red star between them. Illegal in Atlas to show, it was an old Communard symbol, the emblem of the socialist cause the world over. The white antlers represented unity with nature, while being stronger than and above it. The red star was the
Guiding Star, a red light in the sky which had guided mariners and Huntsmen to their destinations since time immemorial. Follow it and you will never be led off the right path. It was one of the only stars you could see in the night sky past the light pollution of the kingdoms. Given the way he had been hiding the ace in that jacket, she assessed Jack to be a boy from the mean streets who would do anything in his power to win, legitimate or otherwise.
And then there was his face. Uh, it didn't look calculating or thoughtful like she had suspected. Instead, he just looked somewhere between baffled and expecting her to do something. Shamrock, who was completely silent as the rest of them, had that expression too.
Yang, though? If Jack talked like someone out of an old gangster movie, then Yang looked like one. With sharp Mistrali eyes that seemed to scan the whole room. She was the kind of girl Weiss could imagine sat in the corner of your local diner, one leg up to her chest because she thought it looked intimidatingly relaxed, and refused to tip the waitress. With a tight, mostly black outfit with some yellow accoutrements, showing enough midriff that it would probably get her thrown out of any polite party, the somehow easy-going smile felt at odds with the rest of the girl. Given the vaguely golden dragon shaped coloring along her black pants, she could almost imagine this girl as an up-and-coming member of the Yakuza. And she was giving her the kind of look to match.
Weiss swallowed. She could see why that Cielo boy had a complete aversion to Yang. The people here were all one tough crowd, really. You'd need several nutcrackers to break their shells.
"What," Yang deadpanned.
"What do you mean, what?" Weiss asked, self-consciously tugging at the hem of her combat skirt. She had given everybody six cards. Twenty-four currently in play. That was how you played cards. She'd seen the video tutorials!
"We're playing tonk," Yang said dubiously, folding her hands across the table.
"O…kay?"
"So what's keeping you?" she asked. She gestured at herself. "What, see something you like, ice queen? Distracted?"
Weiss stammered. "I'm not—what are you—huh?"
"I think she's just bluffing us," Jack said decisively, slamming his cards down on the table. "Go fish! I invoke the right to a thumb war."
Weiss inhaled sharply, standing up. "O-okay! Do you have any sixes?"
Jack grabbed his cards. "Go fish. Remove one article of clothing!"
Yang whistled. "Ooh, strip tease this early? I didn't know you were into the risqué, Weiss cream!"
"What?!" she shrieked. "I, uh—uh, um, ah!"
Shamrock calmly looked at their cards, and then set down one in the center of the table. "Uno reverse. You all have to help me get dressed tomorrow morning."
"Damn," Jack hissed seriously. "Your whole suit?"
"The whole kit and kaboodle."
Jack snapped his fingers. "But I'm allergic to kaboodles!"
Yang gave a single barking laugh of victory. She had this scary look in her eyes. "Oh, you three are so cute. But you see." She made a gesture towards the bridge of her nose like adjusting a pair of glasses. "With my pair of queens, I sink your battleship!"
Shamrock gasped, sinking to their knees in despair. "But how?! How could such a pathetic deck defeat me!"
Yang raised her hands with mocking laughter. "Fool! For you see, my uncle's deck has no pathetic cards!"
Weiss screamed. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!"
Yang shook her head, tsking her tongue. "Like the call girl I am, I've screwed you all, so pay up." She reached her hands across the table towards the nearest piles of money.
That didn't explain anything! In fact, it made it worse! Why would any girl talk about herself like that? Some role model for young girls aspiring to be Huntresses she was.
"Oh, I'll
call you, ying-Yang girl," Shamrock said, using a card game term. She set down an unopened can of beer on Yang's hand, pinning it in place.
Yang laughed, pulling back her hands with the can of beer in them. Weiss looked around, and suddenly everyone had beer.
"Fuckin' with you, Weiss Schnee," Jack said. "Up high, fille."
She scrambled to catch the underhand throw. Only realizing once she was holding it, that it was beer. She didn't drink as a rule. The only people in her life who did, she didn't really want to associate with. Jaune and, more painfully, her mother. But everyone else just seemed to pop the tabs and drink, not chugging, just casually having it with them and their game. Weiss couldn't bring herself to do that.
Self-consciously rolling the can between her hands, Weiss asked, "So, that's
not how you play cards? I don't have to strip naked to make friends with you?"
"Like I'd play anything that got me topless around Jack," Yang said with a sideways smile.
"Yang Xiao Long is right," Jack said, holding up his scroll. It was a really expensive looking model and definitely wasn't the Beacon-issued one all students were given to use. "I'd take pictures and sell them to the highest bidder."
"You do know I'm seventeen, right?"
"You do know I have absolutely no morals, right?"
"Touché."
Shamrock laughed. Then, after a friendly sigh, said to Weiss, "I mean, if you want to, you still can. I've been in enough public showers to know it's only awkward for the first person to undress."
"I'd prefer to keep things awkward," Weiss said. "Thanks."
"We gonna tell her how to actually play, Jetson Shamrock?" Jack asked. It was kind of awkward the way he used their full name. Weiss got the impression that he did it just in case she didn't know what to call them. Maybe the same on Yang's behalf, too. It was weirdly considerate.
Shamrock took a drink of beer, and sighed in pleasure. The expression they aimed at Weiss was overall a lot friendlier than she was used to. "Nah. We usually play tonk, not whatever thing we were just making up back there. Rules are simple. Everyone gets five cards, and your goal is to be the first to discard them all. That's when you say
Tonk! and win. The dealer is supposed to start with a face out from the discard pile, and we all get rid of ours in spreads. It's kind of like rummy. I did offer to teach you once."
Weiss looked down at her drink for a very long time. Among the elite of Atlas, wine and the occasional brandy were the drinks of choice. Personal taste notwithstanding. Her father had an entire set of crystal decanters just for fine Patch Scotch. And unless you were Mother, not something you indulged in outside of social niceness. That was kind of a thing. A lip loosening tonic for greasing up social interactions. If you didn't drink anything, you weren't part of the negotiations, the dealing, the conversation. She looked at the tab to open the can, and realized that she only knew how to open the beer can because she'd been watching the others. Soda had been bad for her diet, and she had been banned from it most of her life.
I want to be part of them.
She popped the can open. Although she admittedly had to use a bit of her Aura to avoid snapping a fingernail. She took a probing sip, and instantly gagged. "Agh! It tastes like piss! I thought Vale had an affinity for craft beers that tasted
good!"
"Yeah," Yang laughed. "If you're some hipster yuppie trying to show off. Or my dad, back when he was in his microbrewery phase."
Shamrock gave Weiss an oddly apologetic look. "I had the same reaction the first time I drank. Alcohol was outlawed in my part of Vacuo."
Weiss tried drinking again, and just coughed it all up. How could someone like Jaune just chug the stuff and feel nothing? She groaned unhappily, pushing the can to the side.
"How do I play tonk?" she demanded. She was drinking with them. Not exactly laughing yet, but she felt more part of this group of friends than she had when she first walked in.
"You start," Jack said, "by losing. Until we're owning your ass like SDC slavery."
She wanted to bristle. She wanted to sit up straight, freezing her spine like a Schnee and tell him off. That it wasn't like that. Not anymore, at least. She wasn't ignorant of the way her father ran the business, but it wasn't…
How was she supposed to reply to something like this? Jack was a bit of a chauvinistic jerk. A lot like Jaune, if less creepy. How did people like Yang and Shamrock put up with that kind of behavior? It was like nothing fazed them. And, if anything, they found Jack funny. The way Jaune could only wish he was.
What would Jaune say if he were me?
The thought was nearly alien, intrusive. But that idiot had always been able to come back with some insulting quip whenever anyone tried sniping at him. Never really letting anything bother him in any way that showed. And apparently, it was a large part of how he and Blake talked with each other. Like friends.
Weiss looked at the pretty boy straight in his indigo eyes. "That's a tall order, boy. You know that unless I can feel the tears of the children who sewed my dress, I don't even want it."
For the span of what would happen a heartbeat if the organ were pumping right now, she felt a cold sense of horror. That instead of being amused, they would take her that face of value, and they would hate her. They would assume she was just the same as her father was. Of course the girl would take after the man who raised her.
Instead, Shamrock snorted. "I thought your closet smelled funny!"
Yang took up the cards, not offended at all. She shuffled them artfully between her fingers. "Shamrock gave you the rundown. You sure you're really up to learn?"
Weiss shook her head. "No. I'm up to
win."
"Now
that is a tall order," Jack said, looking up from his scroll.
"Says the giant Communard," Weiss hit back with.
He glanced down at his shirt. Jack did something with his eyes towards her that she
liked so much it made her incredibly uncomfortable. "
C'est la lutte finale."
Yang made a face like she was no stranger to the look Jack made there, and found it really tiresome.
"And when I win," Weiss continued, trying to rally herself after whatever the hell Jack made her feel with his eyes, "Shamrock, uh, you're going to come with us to get sushi on Thursday! Whole Team BASS effort."
Oh God, she really was going along with Jaune's plans. She felt so stupid. But for some reason, it felt like the appropriate measure to take. If she could earn Shamrock's respect here with cards, then maybe she could hitch her lot to whatever Blake and Jaune were doing. Actually work on building up her partnership, and her team, into being the well-oiled machine that would one day be the very best here at Beacon.
Just so long as no one heard her say that out loud. Because she was pretty sure they would think she was retarded. Her cheeks felt flush even suggesting it. But, she told herself that was because of the stupid alcohol and nothing else.
Totally.
"And when you win, you're going to buy me that sushi," they said as Yang dealt the cards. She turned over one of the cards to form what Weiss was pretty sure was the river.
"Wait, if I'm winning, why am I paying?" Weiss asked.
"'Cause it means you have my money." Shamrock shook their head and leaned over towards Weiss. "Anyhow, the goal here is to reduce your hand by matching streaks of cards. See? I've got…"
And that was how Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, the most powerful corporation on Remnant, learned a very important lesson—the value of cheating at cards.