"So, what is this stuff?" Ruby asked curiously, holding up her glass of blue-colored liquid.

"Well," Yang explained. "It's fruit punch, but spiked with grain alcohol. I know you don't like any liquor you've tried, so this should work, pretty much tasteless but will still pack a punch."

Ruby nodded. "Okay, then. Bottoms up!"

The diminutive girl upended the glass, much to Yang's consternation. "Wait, Rubes, you're supposed to drink it slower than that!"

The brunette sat her glass down on the carpet next to her. "Why?"

"Well, it's pretty strong, I don't want you drinking too much, okay?"

Pyrrha peered at her girlfriend anxiously. "Are you alright?"

"Yep, fine!" Ruby assured her. "Actually tasted pretty good!"

"So…" Blake murmured, glancing at Yang who looked somewhat dumbfounded. "Exactly how much was in that glass?"

Yang furrowed her brow. "Um… about as much as it took to get you drunk, Blakey."

The Cat Faunus blinked her eyes uncertainly before turning her gaze towards the diminutive girl sitting next to her. "You're going to have more of a tolerance that I do, aren't you?" she asked accusingly.

Ruby shrugged. "I dunno. Not like I've ever tried this before."

Yang sighed and poured another glass of the vibrant blue liquid. "Try drinking this one slower."

"Okay, Yang." The brunette obediently drank the new glass at a somewhat more languid pace, looking around at the other four sets of eyes who watched her avidly. "Making me a little self-conscious, here," she giggled eventually.

"Sorry," Pyrrha chuckled. "Should we perhaps play a game this time?"

"Yeah, good idea Pyrrha!" Yang exclaimed. "I got a deck of cards here, we can all play some games. C'mon, Weissy, join in."

"Pass," the heiress replied shortly.

"Weiss, you have been studying from that same textbook every night," Blake admonished her teammate gently. "Take a break and have some fun."

The slender white-haired girl sighed. "Very well."

The five of them, all clad in their nightclothes already, played a variety of games, some involving skill and others random chance. All the while, Yang kept a careful eye on her little sister as she slowly imbibed several glasses of the sugary spiked drink. After the sixth glass, Yang took the empty cup away from her.

"Alright, Rubes, that's enough. I dunno how you're doing it, but that's officially twice as much as it'd take to get me drunk."

"But she looks fine still!" Blake exclaimed somewhat cautiously. "She even won the last hand!"

Ruby just shrugged with a small smile. "Sorry, guys, guess you don't get to see me drunk after all."

"Well, still," Pyrrha interjected. "We'd rather you be safe and follow Yang's instructions."

"Oh, no doubt," Blake hastened to agree. "I just… I don't get it."

"Perhaps it's due to her higher metabolism?" Weiss mused thoughtfully. "Or her semblance?"

"Whelp, you got me," Ruby sighed, gathering her feet under her. "But I drank so much I gotta pee now. 'Scuse me."

With that she pulled herself upright… and promptly fell onto her face.

"Ow," the brunette moaned softly.

"Ruby!" Both Blake and Pyrrha scrambled over to help her back up again.

"Huh," Yang mused, tapping a forefinger in her chin. "Guess it worked a little more subtly than I figured."

Ruby stood in between her girlfriends, swaying slightly. "Um… I still gotta pee. Buuut I think I need some help."

Emerald green eyes met amber ones questioningly, but Yang spoke up first.

"I got this, girls, lemme at least feel useful here…"

The blonde led her inebriated sister to the toilet while Blake and Pyrrha sat down on the edge of the bed they shared.

"We could have done that," Blake grumbled quietly.

"No doubt," Pyrrha murmured confidently. "Still, it was nice for Yang to offer."

"Yes, we wouldn't want to tread on her feelings."

"Indeed, she has been admirably… accepting of our relationship. It is the least we can do."

They nodded to each other in agreement while Weiss sat back on her bed, smirking at the pair and shaking her head wordlessly.

Eventually they heard the toilet flush, and Ruby shambled back in, looking about somewhat bewilderingly as Yang carefully led her by the arm.

The blonde towed her sister over to stand in front of her girlfriends.

"Hey, Pyrrha?" Ruby asked quietly.

"Yes, little rose?"

"C'n you lie back?"

"Er, certainly…" Pyrrha shuffled herself back towards the wall, lying down with her head on the pillow. Ruby let out a small grunt as she clumsily crawled forward to end up with her back against the redhead's chest.

"Mmkay," the brunette mumbled. "Now I need a Blakey blanket."

Snickering softly, the Cat Faunus complied, tugging the covers up and over them as she slid in. Ruby let out a happy little sigh as she draped her arms over the raven-haired girl.

And then proceeded to cup her small palms around her breasts.

Blake let out a startled yelp as she quickly dragged her girlfriend's hands down to her waist, while Yang clutched her sides trying to contain her laughter. Ruby's only reaction was a sleepy little smirk.

"So…" Yang finally wheezed. "We now know Ruby's a sleepy drunk. And handles her alcohol even better'n me."

"Also a very grabby drunk," Blake muttered, pulling the brunette's hands down once more while blushing furiously. "This is revenge for all the boob comments when I was drunk, isn't it?"

"Would you like some privacy, kitten?"

"Yes, Yang, yes we would. If you're all quite ready for bed, please turn off the lights." Blake sighed as her girlfriend's movement's got more lethargic. "And for the love of Oum, please stop calling me kitten."

"I think she's finally drifted off," Pyrrha murmured after a few moments.

"Not yet," Ruby mumbled sleepily.

"Ruby, sweetie," Blake sighed affectionately, turning her head to the side. "Go to sleep."

"Can't."

"Whyever not?"

"Didn't get kisses yet."

Chuckling, Pyrrha leaned over first to give the brunette a warm, long kiss, followed by Blake who did the same. Before she turned back around, she made sure she captured her redheaded girlfriend's lips as well.

"'K," Ruby finally breathed. "All good. 'Night. Love you guys."

"Good night, little rose," Blake whispered. "And good night, fluffy fox. Love you both."

"I love you both as well, kitty cat and little rose," Pyrrha whispered back.

"Oh my Oum will you three shut up and sleep already," Weiss groaned from her bed. "You're making my teeth ache over here."

Giggling, the threesome settled down finally, securely wrapped around each other and with contented smiles.

After perhaps fifteen minutes had gone by, Blake cracked an eye open, peering around the darkened room to make sure everyone was asleep. She'd already ascertained her girlfriends were out by their breathing.

Ever so stealthily, she brought Ruby's hand back up to cup her breast and held it in place as she closed her eyes one more, purring softly as she drifted off to sleep.

Unnoticed, another small smirk formed on Ruby's face, though she didn't move otherwise.

A/N: Frisky Ruby is now matched by frisky Blake. Frisky fluff is frisky. And fun.

It's funny how many reviewers nailed the idea that Ruby would have a higher tolerance due to her metabolism. So, yeah, she'd likely drink just about anybody under the table. So long as she could stomach the taste.

FelipeCH98: Sorry I missed your review the last time! I wholeheartedly agree with you, that's the reason I like to write the fluff. Don't get me wrong, the high adventure and drama stories are great, but with everything they go through (be it canon or no) it's nice to see them relax and get to act like themselves. Kinda capturing the feeling of the first season and keeping it alive.

THB4: Nah, I can't imagine Ruby being a mean drunk. She's too good a person inside for that.

DarthMaine: Hard to choose, eh? Though the three of them drunk all together… now that would be a sight to see…

Gorsouul: Yepper, I'd hang out with drunken philosopher Pyrrha anytime.

Captain Bunnies: And yeah, you nailed it. I do find it hilarious that little Rubes can out-drink her sister.

Demonic Angel C: Drunk Ruby at your service! You guessed right on her tolerance as well!

Stay shiny!