Power Stolen By The Kiss(male reader x rwby) +18

New Warrior In Town

Max chuckled, his laughter filled with understanding and admiration for Professor Ozpin's unwavering dedication to his responsibilities. He extended his hand and gave the tired professor a gentle pat on the back, offering a supportive gesture in recognition of his commitment.

"You're something else, my friend," Max replied, a wide grin spreading across his face. "But hey, you do what you gotta do. Family, they're like those little ankle-biters, always there, always a part of you, no matter what role you play in their lives. Just make sure you take care of yourself out there."

Max's mischievous eyes scanned the assortment of bottles lining the bar, searching for the perfect ingredients. With a playful glint, he reached for a bottle of Hennessy and a tangy lemonade mix. With practiced skill, he expertly combined the two elements, crafting a refreshing drink on the rocks.

"But no alcohol for you, my friend," Max teased, sliding the concoction across the counter with a wink. "I've got something even better, something that'll keep you on your toes. Consider it a special creation from yours truly, on the house. It'll give you the energy you need without compromising your well-being."

He raised his glass in a toast, his playful demeanor evident. "To your unwavering determination and your mission to keep the world safe, Professor Ozpin. Cheers!"

Professor Ozpin's tired eyes lit up with a newfound energy as Max's words of understanding and support reached his ears. He straightened his posture, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and firmly grasped Max's hand, giving it a firm shake.

"Max, my old friend," Ozpin replied, his gruff voice tinged with a touch of amusement. "You always did have a way of cutting through the noise and getting right to the heart of the matter."

With a fist pump, he raised his glass in a toast, the amber liquid swirling and catching the soft light of the bar. "To the never-ending challenges we face, and the unwavering determination that keeps us moving forward, no matter the obstacles. Cheers!"

Ozpin took a sip of the refreshing concoction, savoring the blend of flavors that danced across his tongue. The familiar warmth of the Hennessy combined with the tangy lemonade invigorated his senses, and he felt a renewed sense of purpose coursing through his veins.

"You know me well, Max," he chuckled, setting the glass down with a satisfied nod. "This is exactly what I needed to recharge and tackle the challenges that lie ahead. Thank you, my friend, for always being in my corner."

The air in the bar was thick with the familiar sound of laughter as Max and Professor Ozpin exchanged a knowing chuckle. Max deftly slipped his drink to a nearby bartender, who caught it with a snicker of amusement before dismissing the two friends.

Ozpin shook his head, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. No matter their age, these young adults still carried a childlike mischief within them. His gaze then shifted, his expression quickly shifting to one of curious shock.

Across the dimly lit bar, a towering figure stood out among the crowd – a teenager, nearly seven and a half feet tall, clad in a soldier's uniform of browns and blacks, a ninja-like mask obscuring his face. Ozpin narrowed his eyes, taking in the scene as the teenager's presence seemed to tighten the caution of the bar's guards, their hands hovering near their weapons.

The teenager's fists were clenched, his body language tense, but his hands remained flat in a gesture of surrender. Ozpin scanned the room, noting the other patrons – a group of bikers, the types he'd prefer to avoid any confrontation with.

Sensing the potential for trouble, Ozpin turned to Max, giving him a tip to prepare an energizing, non-caffeinated beverage. With a nod, Ozpin made his way through the maze of tables, determined to diffuse the situation before it escalated into another brawl in the bar.