#penny polendina ladies and gentlemen - ultimate wingman

[iwillwalk500miles]

Uwu heard you were taking requestsss If you've got the time and mood a whiterose *she was a punk she did ballet* au mayhaps

a/n: fair warning i don’t know shit about ballet so it’s barely mentioned

Weiss Schnee was, objectively, a very talented individual. Thrust into singing, fencing, and ballet lessons at a young age—there was quite literally no space for her to be anything but talented. 

That was, of course, until she found herself quite effectively disowned.

Not that she found herself minding much.

It starts, as most of these stories do, with a girl. Well, two of them, actually. Weiss (tired, angry, sore) leaving her ballet practice with a rage so obvious it practically shimmers beneath her skin, and the strange one (too tall, dark hair, lots of piercings) coming to pick up someone in the same class as her.

“Weiss!” Penny calls. “Have you met my friend yet?”

Leave me alone. Weiss wants to say, but Penny was practically beaming, making the freckles on her cheeks more pronounced and Weiss can’t find it in herself to brush her off. “I have not.” She says instead, and she sounds more soft than she’d meant to.

“Wonderful!” Penny exclaims, and gestures to the girl next to her (you know the one—too tall, dark hair, lots of piercings) who waves a little stiffly. “This is Ruby!”

Weiss (reminding you—tired, angry, sore) looks up at her, meeting her eyes. “Hello.” She says, rather flatly, crossing her arms and tilting her head. Penny can take care of herself, Weiss knows, but she can’t help but feel the slightest bit protective of the only one in class willing to actually talk to her without being passive aggressive about it.

“Hey.” Ruby greets, twitching in a way that is so endearingly awkward and does not at all go with the combination of black, red, and leather she is wearing. 

Oh no. Weiss thinks. She’s cute.

Which is very much not fair, very much not fair at all, because Weiss (who is tired and angry and sore) is really not properly equipped to deal with someone who falls under the purview of ‘heart-meltingly adorable.’

Penny grins, and she can’t really tell if it’s knowing or oblivious. “Anyway, do you want to come with us to—”

“I can’t.” Weiss says, and she finds that her voice is genuinely apologetic. “I have to go to a fencing competition tomorrow morning, Father would be displeased if I spent more time than necessary outside the manor.” 

Penny pouts. “Excuse my language, but your dad is absolutely—”

Ruby puts a hand over her mouth before she can say anything else. “Haha, I’m sure she didn’t mean—”

Penny shoves her hand down, still looking positively bright. “Oh know, I assure you I absolutely meant—”

“Penny!” Ruby hisses, her cheeks pink, and Weiss can’t help but laugh. Ruby shifts at the sound of her laughter, and then smiles, a heartbreakingly beautiful thing. “Um, are you sure you don’t want to come with us? We’re gonna go to the mall and get some food court nachos.” Ruby crosses her arms around her chest, still smiling, and Weiss notices the tattoo of roses for the first time.

Crap. Weiss thinks. She’s hot too.

“Food court nachos?” She asks. “I’ve never had them.”

Ruby gasps, melodramatically placing a hand over her heart. “Well now you have to go.”

“Alright.” Weiss agrees after a moment of deliberation.

“Wonderful.” Penny says, “I totally have somewhere entirely different to be—” (she hiccups) “—so have fun! Salutations, friends!” And then she was gone, skipping away before anyone could protest.

Ruby’s smile turns sheepish. “Ummm, sorry about that, you don’t have to—”

“So which mall are we going to?” Weiss interrupts her. “I expect the very best food court nachos, now that you’ve introduced me to them.”

“The best?” Ruby asks after a moment.

“The best.” Weiss agrees.

“Alright.” A crooked grin slowly makes its way onto her face, “Let me show you.”

It goes without saying that food court nachos were not the only thing that Weiss was shown.