Blake sighed as she followed Yang's directions to her and Ruby's childhood home on the outskirts of Vale. This drive would take at least 7 weeks, if Yang's instructions remained as consistent as they were...which wasn't consistent at all. "So I turn left here?" She asked suddenly, turning on her signal.

Yang's eyes shot open. "Uh no, next turn." Blake groaned audibly and turned the signal back off, stopping at the sign. "Oh I'm sorry, I'll let the big bad football player pin you down next time." Yang teased with a wink, and Blake blushed.

"Please don't." She muttered softly, turning. She thought she heard Yang mutter something in return, but she couldn't hear her very well over the car's engine. The two drove in silence for a while before Yang spoke again, adjusting her seating.

"So, she driving alright? I had to replace a couple parts, give her a new tranny, but other than that it's the same stuff." She wiped her nose and gave her a smile, which got one from Blake in return.

"Yeah, it's running nicely. Thanks for all the work on it." She made the left like she was supposed to. "And for not charging me. My wallet physically can't handle car repairs right now." She wasn't wrong at all. She must have had like...what...$80 in her account right now? Total?

Yang waved it off with a chuckle. "Consider driving me home as payment. I don't need a DUI or something." Blake nodded and turned on another signal, this time to turn right. Yang was quick to correct her though. "Not this turn. Next one." Blake sighed and turned it back off. She wished she had service out here to just turn on a GPS. At least that doesn't change instructions every twelve seconds.

A thought slowly crept into her head. "I thought that me driving you home was payment for the crap with Cardin earlier?" Yang blinked her eyes, a look on her face like the thought hadn't even crossed her mind. Then she looked a bit more devious.

"Oh. Yeah. I guess it is." She clicked her tongue and scratched her chin for a moment. "I'll come up with something else for the car thing then." She said with a chuckle, rubbing her hands together. For some reason, Blake felt rather threatened by that. Yang had a devious head on her shoulders.

"It's this one." She said suddenly, and Blake squeaked and slammed the brakes to make the right in time. "Good thing you managed to hit that. Otherwise you woulda had to go another couple miles before the next turn." What the hell kind of place did she live in?! "Oh hey, we're here by the way."

Blake slammed the brakes and slid off to the side of the road, a graceful stop all things considered. She shot Yang an annoyed look. She was even worse than Ruby. The blonde hopped out of the car and started walking toward the front door, only to stop when she realized Blake wasn't following. "You coming?"

Blake blinked. "Uh...no? Why would I? I'm just waiting to see that you make it inside fine..." Yang crossed her arms and walked back to the car, leaning in the window. "You know it's about 3 AM now, right? Just spent the night." Blake blinked and went pale. She checked her phone and...yep. 3:08 AM. Shit. Driving all the way back would mean it'd be...4? Maybe 5? Hell depending on how much she got lost, it could be dawn at that point. "Just spend the night with me, then drive me back to the bar tomorrow to get my bike."

Blake sighed, pushing her door open. She shivered as the chilly air hit her. She looked over the car at Yang's home. It wasn't anything grandiose, but it was definitely bigger than Blake's childhood home. Blew it out of the water, honestly. Rather than the crummy apartment buildings that Blake was used to, this was a medium sized home with a Victorian flair to it. She wasn't aware that they made homes like this still. Yang noticed her scanning the building and smiled. "My Mom was an architect, she set it up for us. Then the garage is around the back." She said, pointing to a dirt driveway with a rather distinct motorcycle track on it. Likely from Yang earlier that night.

Yang hopped up the three stairs in one swift movement and pushed the door open, leaving Blake in the dust. She squeaked and quickly followed her. "Dad! I've brought a friend! Whatever you do, don't shoot!" That got Blake's anxiety levels to rise. Shoot? Was Yang's family dangerous?! Had she walked into a death trap?!

A groan came from the room immediately to the left of the front door. A very tall man with curly blonde hair walked out, rubbing his eyes. They were the same color as Yang's. "...Yang I...what?" He grunted, barely awake. Evidently Yang's outburst had woken him. "W-We don't even have guns...I...why..."

Yang started to smirk and he leaned against the wall, finally noticing a pale Blake standing motionless next to her. Some people would think she might not even be breathing, with how still she was. Only the most astute of observers would be able to notice that...no, she wasn't breathing. She was so terrified she'd actually forgotten to breathe. "Fine just...keep it down, alright?" He turned back around and shuffled back to bed. Yang gave a little salute after him. "We'll try, Daddy."

Yang lead Blake up the stairs and to a door covered in yellow caution tape. Talk about stereotypical. "And this is my room!" Yang said in a strange mix between her usual bubbly exclamations and a hushed whisper to avoid waking her father. She pushed the door open to reveal a room with vibrant orange paint. Not Blake's first choice, if she were being honest. On one wall was a TV with several dozen game systems hooked up to it. Blake didn't even want to pretend she recognized most of them.

Next to Yang's little entertainment center was a closet, which was immediately followed by a rather large dresser. No bookshelf, as far as Blake could see. Also not her first choice. Instead the walls were littered with posters of bands that she didn't recognize. The Achieve Men? Who in the world were they? But there was a huge heart drawn around the one with curly hair and a beanie. Yang probably had a thing for him. Yang followed her gaze and blushed. "Oh. That's Ruby's. Don't question it."

At some point, Yang had taken off her jeans, causing Blake to blush. Was she just going to strip down or something?! She kicked them into the corner, which prompted Blake to look at the floor. It was littered with random stuff. Clothes, underwear, trash, everything. She was amazed there weren't ants everywhere.

Yang crawled into bed and held the sheets open. "C'mon, I promise not to spoon you~" Blake blushed. She had been planning on sleeping on the floor but...there was so much crap all over the place. She muttered and started to climb into the bed, but Yang stopped her. "You're gonna sleep in jeans? That's not very comfortable."

Blake gave her an irritated look, but quickly slipped the skinny jeans off her legs, climbing into bed and claiming the tiniest sliver of mattress, as far from the blonde as she could get. Yang just smiled, getting a quick look at that booty while she could. She closed her eyes and exhaled happily. All according to plan.