You guys are really gonna let Weiss call me a meathead like that, huh? I'll remember that.

Why is Neptune the way that he is?

I think Nep's more afraid of respect women juice than he is of water.

Oh, sorry, I didn't see you. I was too busy flexin' on all the haters.

Neptune, buddy, pal, my dude. You really gotta step your game up.

Squints. "Is Is he drunk-."

Yang barely budges. ". . . . I take it you had some fun, huh? Maybe a little too much--."

He is lucky. He's also lucky that Yang finds his antics charming. "Y'know, I'm not so sure that's really how that works."

"Oh, was I? My bad." A cocky grin curls her lips as she gives his cheek a poke. She'd never hit him hard enough to knock him out. In all honesty, she'd probably never actually hit him--.

With a bemused shake of her head, Yang follows after her stumbling, bumbling teammate. He's a mess--. "Oh no, what a nightmare!"

"She's what?" Is Yang speeding up so she can possibly get an actual answer from this drunken boy? Maybe. Does she expect to get one when he's in this inebriated state? Not really, but it's worth a shot.

"No, no. You said 'she's ho-'. Finish the sentence, Belladonna-" Yang's speeding up. Blake better watch out, because she's on the verge of tackling him.

"Yes you do-!!" Welp. It's too late. He had his chance. And now Yang's launching herself on her partner to tackle, and eventually pin, to the ground. "Tell me and I'll let you go!"

He's such a little shit. Blake's incredibly lucky that Yang likes him so much. "I /could/ make you, but I don't think you want it to come to that." If he was sober, that wink might've gotten a reaction out of her, but given the circumstances, all she does is roll her eyes.

"Remember that timed I tickled you?" That's right. Yang's pulling all the stops now. And no amount of soft smiles like that can stop her.

"I think you do, and I think that's why you won't look at me." Oh, he's not dead. If he just tells Yang what he was going to say, she'll call off the attack. His fate is in his own hands now.

Those likac oculars narrow menacingly. He has one last chance. She's been more than patient-. "Last chance, dude. All you have to do is tell me, and I'll get off of you."

Weiss is finger-gunning now? Good for him, I taught him well.