RWBY: Oscar the gamer

Oscar just went to a different side of bar as she sighed, then he heard someone.

"First time being a babysitter, don't worry each team has that".

He turned his head to see Coco as he spoke. "Not supirse you guys are here, so what your the Babysitter of your".

Coco pointed at her and drink and spoke. "Nope that is Velvet".

Oscar raised an eyebrow, looking at Coco with mild surprise. "Velvet? Really? She doesn't exactly scream 'team mom' to me."

Coco smirked, adjusting her sunglasses even though they were indoors. "Oh, you'd be surprised. She's the only one who can keep Yatsuhashi in check when he's had a little too much fun. And Fox? Don't even get me started. Velvet's the reason we make it back to the dorms in one piece."

Oscar chuckled, leaning against the counter as he watched Coco take a sip of her drink. "I guess every team needs someone responsible. Guess that makes me the Velvet of my team for tonight."

Coco gave him a once-over, smirking. "You look the part. That jacket of yours screams 'cool and in control.' I'm guessing it's not just for show?"

Oscar shrugged, a small grin forming. "It's functional. Helps with more than just fashion statements." He tapped the leather lightly. "Got it during a mission."

"Well, it suits you," Coco said, lifting her glass in a mock toast. "Here's to all the babysitters out there. We keep the world—or at least the bar—running smoothly."

Oscar clinked an imaginary glass with hers, letting out a small laugh. "Cheers to that."

Just then, a loud crash echoed from across the room, followed by an unmistakable, slurred voice shouting, "I'M GONNA BE THE GREATEST HUNTR EVER!"

Oscar groaned, running a hand through his hair. "And there's my cue. Duty calls."

Coco chuckled as she watched him push off the counter and head toward the chaos. "Good luck, Babysitter. You're gonna need it."

Oscar waved her off without looking back, already bracing himself for whatever Ruby—or the rest of his team—had managed to get themselves into now.

Oscar went too Stop Ruby, but he just stopped, as it was not Ruby who said but Jaune, he was wondering where Pyrrha was and she was wasted. "Oh fuck".

Oscar froze for a moment as he realized the situation was far worse than he'd anticipated. Jaune, usually the well-meaning but often clumsy leader, was now stumbling around with a drink in hand, his face flushed and a wild grin plastered across his face. Pyrrha, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen—though the telltale signs of her being just as out of it were hard to miss.

"Pyrrha... Oh, this is bad," Oscar muttered under his breath, his mind racing. He quickly scanned the area, his eyes catching sight of the fiery redhead over near the stage, her expression blank but clearly not in her right state of mind.

Jaune, still trying to maintain some semblance of control, noticed Oscar standing there. "Hey, Oscar!" he shouted, raising his drink in a sloppy toast. "Ain't this... Ain't this great, buddy? Look at us, living the dream, right?" His speech was slurred, and his posture swayed.

Oscar groaned, running a hand down his face. "Jaune, you might want to put the drink down before you make things worse for yourself—and for Pyrrha."

Jaune blinked, confusion overtaking his features. "What... What do you mean? Pyrrha's fine. She's just... she's just vibing." He stumbled slightly, catching himself on a nearby table.

Oscar's patience was running thin. He swiftly moved toward Jaune and grabbed him by the arm, gently pulling him away from the group and towards a quieter corner of the bar. "Jaune, I know you think it's all fun and games, but Pyrrha's not okay. She's completely wasted, and you're barely in a state to help her."

Jaune shook his head, clearly still not understanding the gravity of the situation. "But I'm fine, I'm fine... I'm just... celebrating! We all are!" His words slurred together as he tried to stand straight, failing miserably.

Oscar's gaze softened for a moment before he sighed, trying to keep his voice calm. "This isn't what I meant when I said we should have some fun, Jaune. You need to take responsibility, man. You're a leader—act like it."

Jaune blinked at him, as though the words hadn't fully processed yet. Oscar had had enough of the conversation for now. He gently guided Jaune to a nearby table, sat him down, and then moved towards Pyrrha.

As he approached her, Oscar noted her disoriented look, and his eyes narrowed in concern. She was leaning against a pillar, her body swaying with the music and noise that surrounded her. Her usual grace was gone, replaced with an almost fragile vulnerability.

"Pyrrha," Oscar said firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, and a soft, hazy smile tugged at her lips.

"O-Os... Oscar?" Her words were barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, it's me," he said gently. "Come on, let's get you out of here before you make an even bigger fool of yourself."

Pyrrha wobbled a bit as she tried to stand, leaning heavily on Oscar for support. "I'm... I'm fine, really..." she murmured, her words slurring.

Oscar shook his head, making sure she was stable before guiding her out of the bar. "You don't look fine. Let's get you back to the dorms, alright?"

Pyrrha giggled faintly, as though the idea was amusing to her. "You know, Oscar... you really should drink more. It's fun." She gave him a dazed smile.

Oscar sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Maybe later, Pyrrha. Maybe later."

As he guided her out, he glanced over his shoulder at Jaune, who was sitting there looking like he was still processing what was happening. "This is going to be one hell of a night," he muttered to himself, wishing for a moment of peace before the chaos resumed.

Few minutes later Oscar kicked a door of one of the private room, as he put Pyrrha in the bed, he then followed by Jaune who he put next to sleeping Jaune, they both had losted and went on knock out mode.

Oscar just sigehd as he spoke. "I just wanted to get drunk, but my skill doesn't allow that why did this have to happen".

He then close the door and went down stairs he just sighed, as then he looked at Weiss and it his him, the drinks had finally hit her.

He went to her and spoke. "You ok"

And the she grabbed his face and kissed him, will maybe she was more then just a little drunk she was Jaune and Pyrrha level drunk.

Oscar just spoke in his mind as he had a blush. "She better not remember this, I need to get here to a room".

Oscar stood there for a moment, his mind racing as he felt Weiss's lips against his. It was clear from the way she swayed that she was far more intoxicated than he had realized. Her grip on his face tightened for a moment before she pulled away, a dazed smile on her face.

"I—I... I don't know what I was thinking," she muttered, her words slurring slightly. "But... you were always there for me, Oscar."

Oscar quickly composed himself, pushing down the warmth rising in his cheeks. He couldn't afford to get caught up in this—he had to focus. Gently, he placed his hands on her shoulders, guiding her away from the crowded area and towards the staircase leading to the upper floor.

"Let's get you to a room, Weiss," Oscar said, trying to keep his voice steady. "You've had a little too much to drink."

Weiss blinked slowly, her eyes still glazed. "But I'm fine, Oscar," she protested weakly, but her unsteady steps told a different story.

Oscar didn't have time to argue. He carefully led her up the stairs, making sure she didn't stumble, and once they reached the top, he pointed toward one of the empty rooms.

"Just sit down for a bit. I'll grab you some water."

Weiss smiled lazily, clearly not processing the full extent of the situation. "You're so... kind, Oscar," she murmured, before stumbling slightly, and Oscar quickly steadied her. He couldn't help but wonder if this would be something she would regret the next morning. He wasn't about to let that happen, though.

After guiding her into the room, he closed the door behind him, letting out a deep breath. "What a mess," he muttered under his breath.

He then left to find a glass of water and a quiet place to gather his thoughts. There was still the rest of the group to manage, but for now, he needed a moment of peace.

This night had turned into something far more complicated than he could've anticipated. But Oscar had made a promise to himself when he got to Beacon—he was going to make sure things didn't spiral out of control.

Even if it meant being the one to pick up the pieces.

Oscar walked down the stairs, his mind still racing. The weight of the situation was heavy on him, and the fact that he was juggling so many responsibilities in one night made him feel like he was stretched too thin. He glanced around, searching for a moment of clarity amid the chaos.

He spotted a few of his teammates, some still drinking, others laughing and chatting, completely unaware of the mess he was trying to clean up. Nora and Ren were by the bar, laughing together about something, while Ruby was still dancing near the stage, her movements erratic but filled with excitement. Yang was at a table with Blake, talking animatedly about something he couldn't hear.

It all felt so overwhelming, and Oscar just wanted a moment to breathe.

He grabbed a glass of water from the bartender and leaned against the bar, taking a deep sip. The coolness of the water helped him clear his head, but the situation with Weiss still lingered in his mind. How would she feel tomorrow? Would she remember what had happened?

"Hey, Oscar."

He turned around to see Coco approaching, her usual confident smile replaced by a more serious expression. "Everything okay?" she asked, noticing his tense posture.

Oscar sighed and nodded, trying to push his thoughts away for the moment. "Yeah, just... trying to keep things together."

Coco raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying the calm demeanor. "Keeping things together? Looks to me like you're playing babysitter for half the academy tonight."

Oscar chuckled dryly. "I didn't exactly plan for it, but I guess it's what happened."

Coco leaned against the bar, crossing her arms. "I get it, you're a good guy. But you don't have to do it all alone. Sometimes, you need to take a step back and let others help."

Oscar paused, considering her words. She was right. He couldn't do everything himself. But with his abilities, the weight of the responsibility often felt heavier than it should. "I know," he said quietly. "But I just... I can't leave them in a mess."

Coco studied him for a moment, before giving a soft chuckle. "Well, you know what they say—sometimes the mess is where the fun happens. But if you're going to be their babysitter, you need to take care of yourself too. Don't burn out trying to save everyone."

Oscar met her eyes and gave a small smile. "I'll keep that in mind."

She patted him on the back. "Good. Now go check on Weiss. I have a feeling she might need your help more than you realize."

Oscar nodded, grateful for the advice, and left Coco to return to her team. He made his way back to the stairs, his heart heavy with the knowledge that the night wasn't over yet. As he reached the door to Weiss's room, he hesitated for a moment. He wasn't sure what he was expecting to find when he opened it. Would she be angry, confused, or embarrassed when she woke up?

He knocked gently before stepping inside. Weiss was lying on the bed, her face flushed and eyes closed, still heavily intoxicated. She had managed to slip out of her heels but looked like she could use a bit of help.

Oscar walked over to her bedside and kneeled down. "Weiss?" he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "You good?"

Weiss stirred slightly but didn't fully wake. She let out a soft groan and muttered something incoherent, making Oscar smile faintly despite the circumstances. It was clear she wasn't going to be much help tonight.

He reached over and grabbed the water he had brought earlier, gently helping her sit up. "Drink this," he said, trying to be as gentle as possible. "It'll help you feel better."

Weiss blinked, slowly coming back to consciousness. Her eyes were unfocused, and she looked a little disoriented as she took the water from his hand. She sipped it slowly, her expression softening as she did.

"Thanks, Oscar," she said, her voice still a little slurred. "I don't know what happened. I just... I'm not used to... drinking."

Oscar gave a reassuring smile. "It's okay. You just got carried away, that's all. Don't worry about it."

Weiss looked at him for a long moment, as if weighing something in her mind. Then, with a tired sigh, she leaned back against the pillows and closed her eyes. "You're really nice," she murmured, her words barely audible.

Oscar felt his heart race again, but he pushed the fluttering emotions aside. He had to focus. "Just get some rest, Weiss. We'll figure this out tomorrow."

He stood up, ready to leave, but Weiss reached out and grabbed his hand, her grip surprisingly strong for someone so drunk. "Stay with me," she whispered.

Oscar froze, unsure of what to do. He wasn't sure if this was the alcohol talking, or if there was something deeper beneath her request. But looking at her—vulnerable, tired, and completely out of her element—he knew what he had to do.

"Alright, Weiss," he said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I'll stay. Just get some sleep."

And so, for the rest of the night, Oscar remained by her side, watching over his teammate as she drifted in and out of sleep. It was a long, complicated night, but he knew that come morning, they would all have to face the consequences of their actions.

To be continued

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