Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25266931-20161117062740/@comment-25266931-20161117170814

Oz: (sighs) You have to talk, Qrow.

Qrow: What's up, doc?

Oz: I shouldn't have to remind you of this, but the Vault is for highly sensitive information to be hidden away from the world. Or for finding a safe place for extremely power tools. Not for hiding your home made whiskey supply.

Qrow: I don't see a problem.

Oz: You've got enough alcohol down there to start your own nightclub! What do you think the parents would say if it got out that an adult associate with this schools headmaster allowed contraband of that magnitude to be kept on school grounds.

Qrow: Well, technically it's fine then. It's not on school grounds. It's underground.

Oz: You know what I--!

Qrow: Ozzie Ozzie Ozzie. Calm down. It's fine. Look, I know a guy. I'll call him up, we'll movie the stuff tonight. By next morning there won't be a drop down there.

Oz: Hm. Very well then.

That night, Junior and Qrow and Junior's henchmen load up the truck full of dozens and dozens of bottles of booze.

Junior: Gotta say, this is quite the haul. Who are you selling to?

Qrow: Sell? This is mine.

Junior: .....What? You're going to drink all this?

Qrow: Not in one sitting, that would be crazy.

Junior: Oh. Oh okay.

Qrow: Yeah, I'll have to make more in about a week. Till then keep it in your club's basement for me. And uh, I'll overlook the won't tell anyone about that who beatdown my neice gave you.

Junior: Aw... that's low.

Qrow: That's business.