Ch 8 Fine

Jackson's POV


Leaving the Shop, we set off for someplace to eat, probably Nac Eonalds. "Where are we going?"


"Let's go to Calabana!" Yang says with a vibrant smile.


"What's Calabana?" I ask confused, we didn't go out much since Auntie Auburn cooked when she visited and Uncle Laffe could cook.


"It's a 18 and under club." Weiss states with sarcasm like I should know about it


"Hell. Yes." I say with a grin, running my hand through my hair. "Why don't we just, I don't know, go to like Nac Eonalds?"


"Because fast food is too cheap for princess here." Ruby says with a grin.


Getting closer and closer to Calabana's, I see the sign. It was an old stripes sign. But instead of stripes it said Calabana


Two bouncers stood in front of the door. As we got closer they blocked the door.


"What's the problem?" Yang asks.


"Id." The larger if the two said.


Reaching into my wallet I pull out the Grussan Id that I have.


"Alright you can enter." The shorter one states.


Walking in, Ruby asks. "Why didn't they get our ids like last time?"


"Because the smaller one, Pyro, has a remembrance semblance."


"The hell does that even mean?" I ask confused


"He specifically has a better memory. Better than photographic memory."


"Well let's party. And worry later!" I grin before turning and walking into the crowd to dance.


After a while I walk to Yang, who's drinking. What? No clue.


"Want a drink?" She asks drunkenly


"White Russian." I say as a bottle is slid to me. "Damn they don't even care." Taking a swig out of the drink I feel the buzz at the back of my head.


Beginning to down the bottle was where I started to go shitfaced.


"Alright. Now is when we ask." Blake says as she walks up to us.


"Jack, I'd like if you returned to the Academy. I apologize for the misunderstanding." A voice says


Turning I see Ozpin, who stood with a straight cryptic face. "What... do I get out... of it?"


"We'll bring your Uncle to work at our Blacksmith."


"Fine...." I sat before everything goes black.

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