Where to go after receiving a promotion to a teacher at Beacon. It’s a question she was sure had crossed the minds of many famous academics and hunters. Her instincts told her a night on the town, all expenses paid on her shitty father. What was it Ozpin had said?
It wasn’t much. His body language read that he was helping me out. But there were points when it sure didn’t feel that way. Still, Estelle was never one to go against instinct. The bar it was. Going for a quick run on the way back to her dorm room she felt the cold night air whisk at her skin. Fall was coming. She was jealous of Bianca who got to go on some kind of luxury cruise where it would be nice and warm. She had gotten the text earlier that day. Bianca had barely bothered to catch her up on the fact that she had her wings back. Which is kind of Bianca honestly. Knowing her she’d probably be hoping to meet Captain Atlas or James Bond on that kind of cruise.
Upon reaching her dorm she quickly ran her hand through her underwear drawer waiting for a specific feeling. A thing plastic card. Finally her hands latched onto it and her fingers quickly danced across her scroll. The private car would be around shortly. Junior would know he had a special guest coming. It
was nice having an in that strong at some of the better bars. But Junior’s was essentially if some Valian frat boy looked at Vacuo and said ‘I’m cool too.’
It was pretty pathetic.
Estelle tore through her wardrobe looking for the exact weapon for the occasion. Finding it in a leather jacket, a pair of leggings and a crop top. She quickly discarded her old clothes.
You have played out your use to me.She got her hands on the new clothing and clenched her fist around them. This was your purpose. To serve me as your master.
“You will do just fine.”Meeting the car out front she noticed some of the budding hunters and huntresses she may be teaching coming Monday. She saw them waiting for the bus, chatting on the lawn. Best not to interact with them just yet. The bar can provide a nice break from any potential students as well – a definite bonus.
She pulled up to Junior’s noticing a larger line and a literal red carpet – security flanking both. Nothing but the B-Team but what’d you except for Junior? Rumor had it some seventeen year old kicked his entire security team’s ass a couple days ago. Estelle stepped out. She almost expected camera’s to start going off due to the reaction she got. Jaw’s dropped and perhaps some panties did too. Brought a small tear to Estelle’s eyes as she smiled at the line and security. A quick flash of the sigil on her scroll was all it took to keep her connected to a whiskey tap. She was escorted inside and quickly found a seat at the bar, putting a nice tip in for the bartender. She looked overworked anyway.
This was going to be nice. A nice night to relax away from it all.
Plank Sinatra