“Qrow, what are you doing? We’re headed to an important meeting, and you’re drunk?” Your voice soft but firm cut through his frustration as you were worried about him. “Brilliant deduction, Winter! What do I owe this unwanted visit? You here to join me?” he smirked. “No, I’m here to stop you.” you countered. “Well that’s boring,” he replied, amusement creeping in.

“Qrow! Can you take this seriously?” your patience was thinning. “Sorry did I make a joke?” he feigned innocence. “I’m serious! This meeting could help Atlas Academy—” you explain. “You sure know how to motivate. I’ve always cared about Jimmy’s school,” he shot back, sarcasm dripping. You narrowed your eyes. “Your sarcasm isn’t welcome.”

“Good! Now you know how I feel, Missy.” You took a deep breath, holding back your anger. “So that’s it? Just a hostile drunk?” you ask. “I was always a hostile drunk,” he said, crossing his arms. “No, you were part of Team STRQ—someone young huntsmen looked up to.”

“A terrible decision.”

“Why drink yourself to death?” you asked. “That’s an over-exaggeration,” he brushed you off. “It’s because of your guilt—” he warns. “Winter, I’m not having this conversation. Stop while you’re ahead.”

“We understand your pain, Qrow, but you need to move on. A lot of us care about you,” you insisted. “Please, you have no idea what suffering is,” he snapped. “If you live in the past, opportunities will pass you by.”

“Oh yeah? Such as?” he questioned. “Someone who loves you,” you said, stepping closer. In a bold move, you grabbed his collar and kissed him, pouring your emotions into the moment. “I love you, Qrow.” He froze stoicism on his face. “Qrow…please, I—” He chuckled, breaking the tension. “Hope you got that outta your system.” “Wh-what?” you stammered. “What? You think a kiss will make me love you?” He stood, gently pushing you aside. “I’m not interested, Ice Queen."