Yang Xiao Long's School of Cool
Yang: Yeah, baby, I can see the stars way out that way. You wanna see 'em~?
Jaune: YANG! (Grabs her shoulders) I need you to teach me how to be a predator!
Gal: Uh, I'll just... leave you two alone... (Leaves)
Yang: (Smiling) Jaune. Buddy. Pal. Friend. Bromigo~!
Yang: (Almost strangles him) You think that maybe, just maybe you could start out by saying, "Hey, Yang? You got a minute?"
Jaune: Uh... H-Hey, Yang? You got a minute?
Yang: (Sighs, Lets go) I guess I do now. So, what the hell were you talking about?
Jaune: I wanna be good at, you know, being like you.
Yang: Then give up. There's only one person who could be Yang Xiao Long, and it's me.
Yang: Also, "predator"?! What the fuck, man?!
Jaune: I mean, what else would you call this? You're at a bar, the "watering hole," looking around and eyeing who's here, "stalking," and you're finding who's alone so you can take them somewhere else to have fun with. Sounds like ambush predator tactics.
Yang: Well, yeah, but it's not called being a predator! That's something entirely different!
Yang: How freakin' sheltered were you?! (Shakes head) Whatever. I'll help you, but I've got a couple conditions. First, if you need to talk to me, just say, "Hey, can we talk?" Second, don't call me a predator, especially if I'm trying to hook up with someone. Third, trust me when I tell you to try something. After all, what's the worst that could happen?
Jaune: Uh, she could say no?
Yang: ...Yes. That is the worst thing that could happen to you. (Shakes head) We'll talk about it later. Anyway, welcome to Yang Xiao Long's School of Cool. Trust me, dude; take my advice and you'll be beating back cuties with a stick!
Jaune: Is that what you were going to do to that girl? Beat her with a stick?
Yang: ...Okay, I've got a few more conditions.