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Jaune sat and sipped his own drink, leaving Neo to do the same on the other side, now letting her pet Grimm try some vodka.

[...]

Shrugging, Jaune brought his glass up, while Neo leaned over to do the same, her Nevermore swaying precariously on her arm.

[...]

Jaune woke up with a splitting headache and to a foot nudging his shoulder. He groaned.

"Oh, they're alive. That's good."

"Unfortunately for them," a far icier voice replied, one that was ominously familiar. "This is quite the image to be presenting to your students, headmaster. Quite the image indeed."

"Ugh." Jaune opened his eyes, saw Glynda and closed them again. "W-What happened?"

"I was hoping you might tell me, headmaster."

"It looks like the most confusing orgy known to man," someone – probably Yang – said none-too-quietly.

Jaune's eyes cracked open again, taking in his position. There was something heavy and warm on his chest. Looking down, he saw the top of Neo's hair, the rest of her hidden behind pink and brown fuzz, although he could feel her splayed out on top of him, head resting on his chest. Nothing unusual there; he was often a pillow for her.

The Nevermore on her back was a little different. The thing was equally spread, wings laid haphazardly as it slumped over her back, tailfeathers in the back of Neo's hair and its little chest rising and falling.