BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD

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In this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!

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FILL: Team RWBY

[hopelessgemini]

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

content warnings: mentioned gun violence, hostage situations, mentioned physical abuse

this has almost nothing to do with the prompt i am so sorry

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Winter doesn’t drink.

To be more accurate, Winter has developed something of a phobia of alcohol. She refused to go to parties in college entirely because she was terrified that she’d accidentally drink something with alcohol in it. This is why the sight of her stumbling into Cinder’s bar, definitely drunk and definitely in distress, freaks her out so badly.

She announces she’s going on break and vaults over the counter. Her coworker looks at her like she’s insane, but Cinder can’t really bring herself to care. She manages to get to Winter’s side before she falls over, which is the most important thing.

“Cinder,” Winter says, like she’s just noticed she’s there, like she didn’t come to this bar on purpose because she knows it’s where she works, like — “My boss just killed my father.”

“What,” Cinder says.

She does actually fall over this time. Cinder manages to get her hands under her shoulders before she can hit the floor. “Yeah, my boss walked into his house and shot him. Weird, right?”

“Your boss.”

“Yeah,” she says. “It’s on the news and everything. That’s how I found out. And my sister is missing! Isn’t that funny? My little sister is missing. That’s great.”

“Weiss?”

“No, Whitley. She’s missing! That’s so great. I haven’t seen her in almost ten years and she’s missing. And they’re keeping me off the case, and putting me on leave because of a personal tragedy, so I’m not allowed to look for her.”

Cinder manages to drag her into the break room. Winter doesn’t seem to be interested in getting to her feet, but she doesn’t exactly put up a fight. “She’s my ex,” she says to her coworker, which doesn’t clear anything up.

“I am her ex,” Winter says helpfully.

“Okay, yeah, come on, we’re getting you some water. How much have you had?”

“I don’t know! It’s interesting. I’ve never been drunk before, you know? My roommate had some beer in the fridge — that was disgusting, never let me have that again — and something with cranberry in. I hope she doesn’t mind that I had it.”

Cinder props the door to the break room open and drags her through. “Who’s your roommate?”

“Robyn Hill.”

She snorts. “You live with famous anti-cop activist Robyn Hill?”

“I’m not a cop anymore,” Winter says idly. Cinder gets her sitting down and forces a cup of water into her hand. She looks at it like she forgot water existed.

“Yeah, because playing detective is so much better.”

“Not for much longer. I’m quitting,” she says.

Has she always been crying? Cinder kneels down in front of her to get a better look, second glass of water in hand. Her eyes are bright with tears; her entire face is red, and she knows that’s not just the alcohol — Winter always goes red when she cries. “Winter,” she says, “what can I do?”

“Damn, you really did get better,” Winter says.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I fell in love with you because you were a massive bitch.”

“Yeah.”

“And now you’re so nice and it’s really hot.”

“Shut up,” Cinder says. “What can I do?”

Winter scrunches her face up. She’s never this expressive usually. “I… don’t know. I don’t know what I need.”

“Right,” Cinder says, “well. I’m going to tell my coworker I’m dealing with something right now. She’ll understand, because she’s too nice for her own good, and we’re going to sit back here for the rest of the night and talk about — all of this. Okay?”

“Yeah,” Winter says.

-

As far as she can tell, the story is pretty simple: Winter’s old boss was trying to achieve utmost control over the police force, and Jacques Schnee didn’t like that. He didn’t like that Ironwood stood against using the cops to enforce the oppression of the lower classes in Mantle; he didn’t like that Ironwood was trying to cut back the SDC, so he ran against him for a seat on the council. Bunch of politics shit Winter doesn’t understand, blah blah blah, in order to eliminate him Ironwood fucking shot him. And Winter’s youngest sister was in the house at the time.

The current working theory is that Ironwood has her as some sort of hostage to force the SDC to comply. Winter thinks she would have ran out of the house as soon as she knew someone else was in there. Winter thinks she was planning to run away from home for a while. Weiss did it too, after all.

Cinder manages to get the whole story out of her over the course of the night. She hasn’t told anyone else the context, not even her roommate, not even her coworkers. No wonder she crumbled under it. Cinder is the only person who knows her dad used to hit her; that hasn’t changed since they were dating.

“You really should have spoken to someone about that,” she says.

“You’re one to talk.”

“Well, yeah, but I actually did. I talked to someone about my stepmom and now I’m like, better. And on antidepressants.”

“Oh, I can’t do that,” Winter says, almost cheerful. “That would be bad.”

Cinder sighs and leans forward, resting her head on Winter’s knee. Winter starts awkwardly patting her head. “Just — promise me you’ll think about it? It’s important.”

Those, of course, are the magic words. When Winter answers, she sounds a lot more serious. “Okay. I won’t forget.”

“Yeah. Don’t.”