Disclaimer: RWBY is the property of Rooster Teeth and was made by Monty Oum;
This fic is the property of a bored gamer and unless he tries to monetise it, he can keep it.

Warning: This fic is an AU because it contains enough headcanons to fill an armada.

It was a deceptively nice day in the kingdom of Vale. Not too warm, not too cold, with nary a cloud in the sky and no wind to bother the silence. It was a perfect day to take a stroll and relax. Jaune Arc vaguely wondered if the world was mocking him.

Said young adult had a faraway look on his face as he walked barely faster than a snail around the streets of Vale with a specific destination in mind. Some passerby's were giving him looks ranging from suspicious to worried as the blond made his way into a very specific section of the city.

His sister once explained to him that it was only natural for people with similar goals to gravitate to one another. It was this mentality that resulted in the kingdom of Vale, as they grouped up to try and defend themselves from the monsters of the World in order to survive. It was this mentality that resulted in Vale's market district, as shopkeepers gravitated to the most visited neighborhood in order to maximize their profit. It was this mentality that resulted in Vale's slums, as thieves gravitated to one another; sometimes to trade, sometimes to collaborate, but mostly to make it harder for law enforcers to catch them.

It was in this unofficial thief district that Jaune's blue eyes began to focus as he saw the club again. With a sigh Jaune made his way inside a nightclub in the middle of the day, a thought that would have made him chuckle if his mood wasn't so sour.

'They renovated,' thought Jaune as he took a moment to look around. A massive dancefloor with symmetrically placed white squares was present in the middle, surrounded on two sides by various red c shaped sofas with small round glass tables some have used to prop their legs. One side had a pair of stairs that lead to the DJ's turntables and the last side housed the bar.

On one of the bar stools sat a burly looking man around 30 year old, dressed in a formal looking black outfit minus the jacket, chatting it up with the barman about a late shipment of beer. Taking a seat next to them, the two tensed as their eyes landed on Jaune's hair before the burly man looked a little lower.

"Kid?" one eyebrow raised in surprise as he looked down at the young man.

"Hi Junior," said Jaune before clearing his throat, "didn't think you'd remember me."

"You're not exactly an easy face to forget. What do you want this time, Jack?"

"Jaune."

"Whatever."

"Well…you see," began Jaune, not sure how to continue, "they found out...about the - you know, transcripts, and…"

"You better not be expecting your money back," interrupted the brunet with a frown.

"What?! N-No!" the blond quickly backtracked, "They were perfect. I just screwed up…badly…and they found out…so now…"

The burly man stared at the nervous blond as he trailed off, offering an unimpressed stare as Jaune scrambled to pull together his train of thought. The silence stretched on for a moment before Jaune finally bit the bullet and blurted out, "I need a job."

Whatever Junior had been expecting, that wasn't it.

Hello and thank you for giving my first ongoing fic a chance. Although I won't always be able to, I will try to update this fic about once every two weeks, so until next time, thanks a million for reading my fic up to this point.

Special thanks to: Kallashandra for beta reading, and all of you that took the time to drop a review...don't like to admit it but I kind of like reading them.