(Y/n)'s p.o.v.

So yeah, it might have been a bad idea to tell Noir about this little get together with me and Glynda. Long story short, after congratulating him on dealing with those assholes in the mess hall, I told him about my dinner date with her and now he's trying to help me look spiffy as fuck. We're in his dorm room as he walks around while holding clothes.

Noir: Hmmm. Regular or bow tie?

(Y/n): Noir.

Noir: Maybe a blue jacket with white stripes!

(Y/n): Kiddo.

Noir: Or a white jacket with blue stripes?

(Y/n): B O Y!

Noir: Yeah, dad?

Noir stops in his tracks and looks over to me while holding arms full of dress shirts and pants. His cat ears twitching every now and then.

(Y/n): I appreciate the help, but this is a bit much for a little reunion.

Noir: A little reunion? Dad, you've hooked up with a lot of women before, but this is the first time I've ever heard of you being emotionally attracted to someone. And an old girlfriend no less! "Squee" It's like a romance novel!

(Y/n): You know, if I hadn't found those playboy magazines under your bed that one time, I would have thought you're gay.

He just glares at me as I raise my hands up in defense.

(Y/n): Not that there's anything wrong with being gay! I'm just saying for a hetero, you're acting a little homo.

Noir: You're one to talk. Anyway, when did you say you're picking her  up?

(Y/n): 6 o'clock.

Noir: That leaves us with an hour and a half to get you ready.

(Y/n): 'An hour and a half of dealing with this shit...'

[An hour and twenty five minutes later]

Noir: Aaaannd good enough!

After man handling me for over an hour into this suit, Noir finally backs away to check out his handy work.

Noir: You look like a half decent gentleman.

(Y/n): I look like a half decent tool.

Noir: Now to do just a little touch up-

(Y/n): Touch my hair, and I'll hang you on the flag pole by your underwear.

Noir: You know what, it looks fine. Oh, look at the time!

He begins to push me out of the door after checking the clock. Only five minutes till I have to get Glynda.

Noir: Remember, take her to Le Fantaisie Endroit. It's the fanciest restaurant in town.

(Y/n): I just felt a shiver through my wallet.

Noir: Good luck, dad!

He gives me one final shove out of the room and closes the door behind me.

(Y/n):... Le Fantaisie Endroit? Sounds foreign and up tight. Well, off I go!

*bamf*

[Location: Outside Glynda's dorm]

*bamf*

After making it to Glynda's room in no time what so ever, thanks semblance, I knock on her door. Her voice can barely be heard behind the door.

Glynda: "muffle" Just a second.

After a few moments of standing here, the door finally opens and reveals Glynda in her casuals.

Glynda: Hello, (y/n).

(Y/n):...... Yep. I'm over dressed.

Glynda: True, but you don't look half bad.

(Y/n): Well, thanks. I've been told I look like a genital. Anyway, you ready to head out?

Glynda: Yep. So, where are we going?

(Y/n): Some fancy place called Le Fantaisie Endroit. After that, we can take a walk around town and just... I don't know, talk about shit?

Glynda: Sounds interesting. We should get going before it gets over booked.

(Y/n): Not a problem!

I grab a hold of Glynda's shoulders and use my semblance.

Glynda: Wait!

*bamf*

[Location: Streets of Vale]

*bamf*

In an instant we teleport to the streets. However, Glynda looks like she's disoriented. She grabs my shoulder to keep herself balanced, shaking her head to clear the dizziness.

Glynda: "groan" You know I can never get used to that...

(Y/n): And that's why I did it! Plus it saved us on time.

Once she got her bearings, we make our way to the restaurant district. It wasn't hard to find Le Fantaisie Endroit, on account of the sign being made out of roses and lit up with a dozen small spot lights.

(Y/n): Oh Monty, what the shit?

Glynda: Ooooh~ How fancy.

(Y/n): It's literally in the title. Let's head inside.

She hooks her arm around mine as we make our way in. We are greeted by the restaurant hostess with black hair and blue eyes. She looks bored out of her mind.

Hostess: Welcome to Le Fantaisie Endroit. Do you have a reserva-

I reach into my pocket and pull out a wod of Lien, tossing it at her face as it falls to her greeting table thing.

(Y/n): We don't have a reservation, table for two, blah blah blah.

The hostess picks up the wod and looks around for a second before stuffing it in her dress shirt.

Hostess: Right this way you two!

Glynda and I follow her to an empty table and take a seat. She hands us a menu and pulls out a pen and notepad.

Hostess: Can I start you two off with anything to drink?

(Y/n): Yes, I think we'll try-...

*Château Cheval Blanc-304,375 Lien

*Château Lafite Rothschild-230,000 Lien

*Château Margaux-225,000 Lien

*Château d'Yquem-117,000 Lien

*Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon-500,000 Lien

(Y/n):................ Just water.

Glynda: Water.

Hostess: The waiter will be with you with your beverages.

She takes her leave as we look through the food options... that have twelve solubles for each dish.

(Y/n):... What is any of this?

Glynda: I have no idea. Are you sure eating hear was a good idea?

(Y/n): I don't have good ideas. I just have bad ones where a few of them actually turn out well in the end. Also, this was Noir's idea.

Glynda: Speaking of which, how is he doing? I've heard he's been doing well in your class.

(Y/n): Well he's already learned all of this stuff way before he got into Beacon. I've basically been home schooling him in the past, so he pretty much knows most of what I know. Oh yeah, I never bothered to ask, how's he doing in your class?

Glynda: Pretty well, actually.

(Y/n): Actually?

Glynda: Besides the strange obsession with making fisting jokes every now and then, he shows great promise as a future Huntsman.

(Y/n): Yeah! Here's hoping he doesn't do anything practical to piss off ol' Ozzy Ozpin and get fired.

Glynda: Now (y/n), you know you gave him no other choice. After what you've  done in Mistral, well that was the last straw.

(Y/n): Well-

Waiter: Here you are.

The waiter brings us our water and sets them on the table.

Waiter: Are you two ready to order?

(Y/n): Yes, I'll have the uhh... What the hell I'm pointing at.

I place my finger on a random spot.

Waiter: Le roi crevette?

(Y/n): Sure, why not.

Glynda: I'll have the same thing, please.

Waiter: Coming right up. I'll back with your food.

He walks off with our orders and into the back room.

(Y/n): Anyway, just because he was butt hurt about me starting riots, causing the black market collapse, the forest fires, sleeping with one of the Councillor's daughter, mooning an orphanage, blowing up a hospital-empty mind you, ripped a tag off a matrice, kidnapped an ambassador, started and finished a civil war, nearly bombed a city, sleeping with the same Councillor's wife, and desecrating a holy site, I'm still certain he over reacted.

Glynda just roles her eyes at me.

(Y/n): I mean sure I got banned from Mistral for life, but it wasn't a complete loss. I made some decent scratch, met some interesting people, and even wrote a book about the whole experience!

Glynda: Wait, you wrote a book?

(Y/n): Yep! It's a big sell in Vacuo. It's called How to be an A-hole and get away with it.

Glynda: Of course it is.

She sports a small smile. Her smile fades a bit and looks back at me.

Glynda: After all of that and Ozpin let you off, you just disappeared.

(Y/n): Yeah, well... since there was nothing else for me in Vale, I thought it would be best to head back to Vacuo and actually be a father for Noir instead of dumping him on a babysitter or taking him with me. Food's here!

I spot our waiter with two dishes with lids on them walking towards us. He sets them in front of us and grabs the lids.

Waiter: Sir, madam, Le roi crevette.

He lifts the lids and reveals our food. The smiles that were plastered on our faces were wiped clean once we saw what we got.

(Y/n):......... Waiter... What Le hell is this?

Waiter: It is your order, sir. Le roi crevette. Enjoy.

He walks off to do other waiter stuff as Glynda and I continue to stare at our shrimp.

Glynda:...

(Y/n):...

Glynda:...

(Y/n):... I wanna cry.

Glynda: This isn't even half a serving! How do they stay in business?

(Y/n): Business tactics, bribery, actual good food, the regulars have no appetite at all, they blow the reviewers-which counts as bribery, basically any number of reasons they're still running. How much do these cost anyway?

I grab the shrimp and pop it in my mouth. Glynda grabs the menu and looks through it.

Glynda: Let's see. Ah! Le roi crevette....... 300 Lien.

I spit the shrimp out onto the plate and wipe my mouth with a napkin.

(Y/n): Yeah, we're leaving.

Glynda: What? We can't just leave without paying.

(Y/n): Way ahead of you, girl.

I grab her shrimp and place it on the back of a spoon. Tilting it just a little bit, I take aim at a customer across the restaurant and slam my fist down on the spoon. The shrimp flies through the air and right towards my target. The moment he starts talking again, the shrimp flies straight into his mouth. As it gets lodged in his throat, he begins to start gagging, then heaving, now he's pounding at his chest as he's choking. People all around begin to focus on him.

(Y/n): Come on Glynda, before anyone notices.

Glynda looks over at the choking man for a second before getting up with me and head towards the front door, the sound of panic reverberating throughout the restaurant. As we are walking, I spot a wine bottle on a table unopen. But most importantly, unattended. I grab it and hide it in my jacket, Glynda doesn't seem to notice. As we finally make our way out without trouble, I hear the sound of someone letting out a mighty heave before coughing sporadically.

(Y/n): Like I said, bad ideas that turn out well.

Glynda: So, now what?

(Y/n): First off, I'm not letting Noir suggest any more restaurants. I know this nice little noodle shop close by that serves actual food. Plus...

I pull out the wine bottle and hold it up for Glynda to see.

(Y/n): The fancy place wasn't a total bust. Wanna get shit faced?

Glynda: Did you just steal that!?

(Y/n): Are you truly surprised? So is that a no?

Glynda:...

[Several hours and a bar raid later]

Ffffffffffffuck me. What time is it? After getting some noodles and drinking the wine, we decided to head to Junior's bar. Long story short, Glynda is a giggling mess and I finally got my buzz. Right now I'm downing my fifth margarita as Glynda is cuddling the same wine bottle. I look at my scroll and see it is 11:57 pm.

(Y/n): Ok. I think it's time to head back, Glynda.

Glynda: Iiiiiiiii wanna marry this bar. Can I marry this bar?

(Y/n): Sorry, but that's illegal in this country.

Glynda: They can't deny us our love!

(Y/n): Come on, Glynda. A nice walk to Beacon in the cool air should help you a little.

I help her out of the chair and pay the bartender for the drinks. I decide against teleporting us back to Beacon, seeing as Glynda can barely handle it while sober let alone drunk. So we leave the bar and begin our trek back to Beacon. She just leans against me to keep herself up right, a faint blush evident on her face. Probably from the alcohol. After an hour or two we finally make it back to the dorms. One's sense of direction can get real fucked while drunk, let me tell you. On the bright side, the walk sobered up Glynda just a bit.

We make it to her room.

Glynda: This was actually a fun night, besides the restaurant though. Thank you, (y/n).

(Y/n): I aim to please.

Glynda:... Well, it's getting late. I should head to bed.

She finally leans off of me and stands on her own, opening her door... I guess Glynda is still a little tipsy from the booze, because the moment she took a step she started stumbling forward. Moving quick, I catch her just before she could fall and hold her close. A second later she begins to giggle as she gives me a hug. I soon join in with a chuckle of my own. As our laughter dies down, we finally gaze at eachother. We lean our heads in and give eachother a kiss. After a few seconds of lip lock, we pull our heads back and go back to looking in our eyes.
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Glynda suddenly grabs my tie and pulls me in for a more passionate kiss, no resistance from me what so ever as I grab a hold of her ass. We begin to walk into her room as we continue to lock lips, seeing who's tongue will gain dominance over the other. I pull out a note and hang it on the door knob before using my foot to close it behind us.

Do
Not
Disturb
(That means fuck off)

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A/n: Here's how this is going down. I will be publishing se-lemon- scenes as half chapters. That way those of you that really don't want to read it can just skip it with no trouble.