Jordan pov.

I woke up feeling something on my chest. I opened my eyes and saw Militia asleep on my chest. "Dammit she got my booty." I said. She woke up and looked up at me. "First: Why am I on your chest? Second: What happened?" She asked. "I think we fucked. I'm not sure though." I answered. She sat on my chest and started thinking. "Yep. We fucked. Where's Milanie?" She asked. As sge asked Milanie fell out of the closet and inside I saw my favorite beers and other drunk sources. Me and Milta picked Milanie up and stuck her in the bathtub. I filled the bath with a ton of Jack Daniels. I smiled and closed the door. I walked out with Milta casually following me. I opened the door and saw a drunk Yang staggering around until she saw me. "Oh no." I said. "Fuck me Jordan!" She shouted. I slammed the door and pressed my back against it. JNPR came out wondering who was doing what when they saw me trying to hold the door shut. "Yang you're drunk! Calm down!" I said. "If you have sex with me it might help." She said. "No!" I shouted. Yang somehow forced the door open and grabbed my hood when I tried to run. She started dragging me into her room and I thought of something. I smirked at her confusing her and fased through the floor. I ran back up on the opposite side. I came out on the roof to see Pyrrha sleeping. "What the-? Oh well, better wake her up." I said. As I said that a drunk Jaune walked up to Pyrrha and I assumed the worst.(notice I assumed the worst) I drop kicked him away and stopd up. He looked shocked. "What was that for?! I was gonna wake her up so she doesn't get taken advantage of!" I mouthed'oh shit.' And ran.