Gus Gungus
One Thousand Club
"Your turn. And don't worry, I doubt there are any lapdancers around, so you should be just fine." Robyn frowned at that dig, a barely audible indignant hiss escaping her lips.
"Nah, I'll be waitin' right outside for ya. The hell else am I s'ppose to do? I don't know anyone here."
"You know me."
"Shut the heck up, Cookie. You're 16."
And unlike the previous two, Robyn had no idea how long she was going to be there or how long she even wished to be present.
"Hey, snow princess."
"That's a new one." Weiss replied mildly. She was standing by the windows at this point, one of them opened and a cigarette elegantly clasped between two fingers as she leaned back on her elbows with the back of her head facing the outside. She found it helped to let the cool Solitas breeze caress her skull when it ached sometimes. Dawn had started to break by now, the ghost of Remnant's shattered moon still faintly visible as the sun crested over the distant peaks.
"What can I do for you, Hill? Come to ask if my sister can join the Happy Huntresses? Or am I getting one of your rousing speeches about how Mantle won't stand for my tyranny any longer? I'm polling well there, by the way. Despite the best efforts of you and the Shadow Fang."
There was a slight glower on her face as she said that, letting the company Robyn kept in smearing her name among impoverished communities speak for itself.