The rest of the girls were asleep in their bunk beds but Yang stared up at ceiling with a frown, as she rolled over to her side recalling every moment she sparred with Neo. That damn tiny thing. Even though Yang could take anything head-on, her defeat hit her personally, injuring her pride of deeming herself as the best fighter. Yang would sigh and grunt as she thought of the ways she could've connected some blocks to Neo's lithe kicks.

Then, a thought bubbled up in her mind and she quietly hopped off the bed, slipping on her tank, jacket, and boots, picking up her gauntlets with a coy smile until the tap of a shoulder from behind made her jump.

"Blake!" she whispered aloud.

"Can't sleep?"

"Something like that."

"You should pick up a book, then." Blake teased, folding her arms.

"You know I hate reading."

There was a silence and the expression on Blake's face was suspicious as they were the only two that were awake.

"I'm just going to drive around town, I need to blow off some steam," she finally sighed. "I won't be long."

Blake stepped in closer. "If I find out that you're in trouble, I'm going to be on your case. 'Bumblebee', right?" She asserted.

"Yes, ma'am!" she mocked. "Later."

The moment that Yang was outside of Beacon grounds, she found her motorcycle parked in an alley where only senior citizens resided so she didn't have to worry about thieves. Plus, if there were thieves, a challenge would've been nice too and always welcomed.

Carefully jumping on the bike and keying it, she revved the engine several times at the close of her eyes until her lips grew into a prideful grin, putting on her shades, driving off furiously onto the street to The Club.