It appears that, even here, even without the burden of her family name, she can’t seem to shake the entitled creeps that want to stick their noses where they don’t belong. a shame, really ─ weiss had been enjoying the live music but the moment the slower tempo welcomed pairs to take to the dance floor, they swarmed without hesitation. a few blunt, purposefully rude “no”s were enough to fend off most of them but a few persistent ones remained, clearly influenced by the drinks they reek of.
she knows there will be repercussions, possibly severe, but as the same tall, greasy, disrespectful punk approaches on teetered steps, weiss is prepared to take more . . . extreme measures in the form of a mythical, icy boarbutusk. but, thankfully, things don’t come to that. a much preferable alternative presents itself in the form of a familiar, blond knight.
without even acknowledging the person closing in, weiss slides past until she reaches none other than jaune arc and gives him a smile. she’s not totally selfish ( anymore! ) so she is genuinely happy to see him here and safe, but her priority is making sure she doesn’t cause a scene.
❝ jaune! i’m glad you made it. ❞ she greets and, for a brief moment, eyes flicker back to the man watching with a scowl. she can only hope the arc understands her unspoken message. and then, she does something that she NEVER would have thought she’d ever do in the past. weiss offers a hand. out of the corner of her eyes, she can see the guy visibly wilt. good.
❝ care for a dance? while the music still lasts, anyway. ❞ oh, how things have changed!
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