Soon though, a certain bird would return, stumbling over to Winter and chuckling.
"Heheheheheh... miss me?" Qrow asked as he stood there, the stench of alcohol even more evident in his breath now. Ciel and Sebastian had since left, as Ciel had grown bored of the conversation.
"..."
Of course he was already back, undoubtedly having ditched Ironwood's men elsewhere. She had hoped the two strangers would at least have a sliver of manners, if only enough to introduce the odd taller man, but she supposed she had to accept that some people were merely uncultured. In any case, her annoyed demeanor weakened when Qrow returned, replaced by a wary one as she tilted her head down and squeezed her eyes shut.
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"...'Miss' is one word," she grumbled, one gloved hand raising to rub her left temple.
"Well, I didn't hear a 'no'. I mean, I didn't hear a 'no' in the hotel room earlier either. Heh." Qrow said, obviously having even less of a filter when he was drunk.
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"..."
A long few moments passed, Winter seeming almost as though frozen in place in a manner befitting of her name. She stared blankly forward with nary but a faint twitch, completely silent as that implication hung limp in the air.
And then she roared to life, the blush that had seemed to lightly brush her cheeks upon those words suddenly deepening in an instant as her hands clenched to fists at her side.
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"How dare you!" she seethed, all of her tolerance suddenly out the window. She had tried to be patient with him, but even with their new status as a couple, she couldn't let such blatant implications- in front of her commanding officer nonetheless -slide so easily. "I've refrained from striking you thus far, but if you continue to mock me, I will not be so kind," she snapped, looking about ready to pummel him right there.

"Ahem." Ironwood coughed as he held his Coffee Mug. "Miss Winter, do you not recall the lessons involving Self-Control? While our friend Qrow here may get on your nerves, causing a conflict in this hotel will only serve to give us a negative reputation here. Whoever owns this hotel, we are their honoured guests. The least you two could do is show some restraint. Qrow. How did you get past those two soldiers?"
@Raptor Jesus @Pretentious Pineapple
Iris Heart - The Bar - Atlas Soldiers.
Meanwhile back at the Bar...


"*Hic*I think we drank too much... *Hic*"
"Yeah... *Hic*. Hey... where's hic, Qrow?"
"Ah, he can *hic* handle himself. *hic*"
"Yeah, *hic* you're right. *hic* I'm just gonna *hic* pass out over *hic* here now..."
"Me *hic* too..."
And so both soldiers were passed out on the table, which allowed Qrow to leave the bar without them blocking his way. After half an hour, they would awaken to find that Iris Heart was still at the bar, standing above them.

"Hmhm~ You too fine gentlemen shall keep me... Occupied. We are going to have so much fun together~"
"H-*hic*uh?"
"Who are *hic* you lady?"
"Me?~ Hmhm." She exclaimed with a pause as she flashed them a Sadistic Smirk. "I'm your mistress, and you two are my playthings~ Now come with me~" She exclaimed as she grabbed both of them by their collars and dragged them out of the bar into a unlabelled room where she began her usual activities involving bondage and a large amount of whipping and crushing. The normal Sadist Things.
Iris Heart's punishments were so severe, those Soldiers are going to need therapy for the rest of their lives if they wish to forget what they had just experienced.