Ozpin sat quietly behind his desk, tapping his fingers on its smooth surface. He was beginning to wonder how long it would take before Ramses could finally tell him a bit more about future events in Remnant. He didn't know what horrors would await him and his students, but he hoped they could be stopped. He didn't want to see anyone get hurt. He let out a sigh, placing his mug that was still full of coffee on his desk and he looked at his most trusted assistant and friend.

"Glynda," he said, catching her attention as she immediately looked at him. "Has Ramses told you anything in particular that could benefit our cause? Anything at all? Not counting the events that occurred yesterday," he asked.

Goodwitch shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. Ramses has told me as much as he had told you. Although what he has told you has me worried." She looked out of the humongous window in Ozpin's office and continued. "For as long as I can remember; humans have been fighting against Grimm. Of course, with the recent development of the White Fang, there have been more instances of humans fighting against Faunus. But in his world… this "Earth", there is so much violence. From what you have told me, Ozpin, his world seems like a dangerous place. Two wars that had the entire world fighting in it. So many innocent people dead. And he also mentioned the Holocaust? What in Oum's name is that?"

Ozpin rubbed the bridge of his nose. "He didn't elaborate on it. I am going to ask him about it soon. He seemed a bit hesitant to talk about it. I believe it is something dark from Earth's past. And as much as it pains me, I wish to know as much about it as possible." He took a sip from his mug, smiling slightly after. "I do wonder how many more of these tales he has to offer. Earth sounds like an amazing place, even though there is much conflict. His people have travelled through the stars. They have landed on their moon. Compare Remnant to Earth and it's clear that Earth is much more advanced than our planet. We have not travelled to our stars, and even though we have experienced many years of peace and prosperity, the constant threat of evil still lingers."

Goodwitch nodded, understanding what Ozpin was mentioning at. "I believe Ramses is the key to all of this. Even though he is still young and still has a lot to learn, he can definitely make a big change to this 'war' of ours." She placed a hand on Ozpin's shoulder in a comforting manner. "Ozpin, I know things aren't looking hopeful. I know that things have not really turned the tides in our favor. But remember that we now hold a weapon that can be used to our advantage. Ramses is young, but he isn't dumb. He knows what he had to do. I think we made that very clear." She smiled a bit. "I was skeptical at first, but he has his heart in the right place."

Ozpin looked at her. "That is correct. Even his uncle is as nice as he is, albeit a little more… polite." He chuckled softly. "Have you heard Ramses talk from time to time? He has quite the mouth."

Ozpin stood up from his chair and placed his cane firmly on the ground. "He's still just a teenager. I don't want to put too much pressure on him. I don't want him to become skeptical about us. We're his friends, and he needs to know that we are there for him whenever he needs us." He looked out of his window and hummed. "The dance is tomorrow, how about we have them serve there instead of the bar?" he asked

Goodwitch nodded. "Sounds like a plan. I'll contact Freddy right away."

I was causally polishing the remainder of the whiskey glasses I had used for some of my guests. Turns out the alcohol limit in Remnant is a bit off. You have to be nine-teen to drink alcoholic beverages. In the Netherlands you have to be eighteen years old. Take that, America! Twenty-one years old to sit at a bar? Pff, get lost ya dumb shmucks! And no, I am not taking out my anger on America because I was not allowed access into a few bars… well, maybe I am but whatever!

Placing the final glass of the glass plates behind me, which housed many of our glasses, I let out a small sigh of relief when I heard the wooden door open.

"Uncle, welcome back." I greeted Freddy, who calmly walked inside, hands in his pockets and looking around the bar. "How have you been?" I finished.

He looked at me and nodded his head. "I've been good. I took a shower to get all that sea water off my body because of the incident that happenedat the docks. Got some work done and walked around the school. Ran into Yang the a few hours ago too. She said she wanted to come by and have a drink with me after I finish working." He chuckled when he saw my frown. "What, jealous?" he asked. "It's already five pm and you're butt hurt."

I shook my head. "Not jealous, just a little worried about a bet I made. And I was actually hoping you would help me out."

Freddy's optimistic look turned into a frown. "What did you say? If it involves you, me, dim candle-light and incense, I am all-in." He smirked slightly. "But I am guessing that is not the case."

"Nope," I replied, walking around the counter so I could properly talk to him. "Jaune came in an hour or two ago and we made a deal with one another. If he would get a date for the dance before me then I'd make his homework and do his laundry for an entire month."

Freddy crossed his arms. "And what if you got a date before he did? What was his penalty?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Do tell. I am curious."

"He'd scrub your back every time you take a shower." I replied nonchalantly, shrugging. "Not a big deal."

Freddy went silent for a few seconds, holding his chin in thought before replying. "He was told that I like to take long showers at least twice a day if I can?" he asked.

I nodded.

"I'm closing the bar early today because I am going to find you a date ASAP! The dance is tomorrow evening." Freddy exclaimed, holding my shoulders and shaking me furiously. "This means I can get to enjoy back scrubs every day! For a whole month! This is the best day ever!" he exclaimed.

I took hold of his hands and got them off my shoulder. I looked at him quizzically before replying. "As much as I'd like you to get me a date, you can't just close the bar early." I sighed before closing my eyes. "Any advice?" I asked.

"Just be nice. Why don't you ask any of your friends is they want to go with you? Why not ask Ruby or Pyrrha?" Freddy replied, trying to give me a little glimmer of hope.

"Hm, Ruby or Pyrrha… That might actually work! Okay, I'll do it!" I replied. I handed him the polishing cloth I had been using to polish my glasses, I quickly stormed out of the bar and took out my scroll. I dialed a number and after a few moments the one I called picked up.

"Hiya, Ramses!" Ruby beamed, her face a little too close to the camera. "How are you doing? Why'd you call me?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Did something bad happen to you?"

I shook my head, smiling at her. "Nah, I'm good. I was just wondering what you're up to." I replied.

Ruby smiled. "Well I was about to go for a walk with Blake, but I can't seem to find her. So, I guess I'm not doing anything in particular." Ruby trailed of before her eyes lit up and she squealed. "Weiss!" she started running, and the camera of her scroll started moving up, down, sideways, and whatever possible direction you could possibly come up with. She stopped moving and so did the camera, and all of a sudden there were now two faces on my screen.

"Weiss, do you want to hang out with the two of us?" Ruby asked, enthusiasm clearly present in the tone of her voice as she bounced around her friend. "We're going to… uhm, what is it we were going to do again?" Ruby asked, turning her attention back to me.

"Hell if I know, I just feel bored that's all," I replied. And I need a date and you two might be my only option. I thought to myself. "So how about it, Weiss? You in or what?"

Weiss snorted slightly. "I'll have you know-."

"Don't care you're coming with us." I quickly cut her off, grinning slightly. "I'll meet you guys at the courtyard, okay?"

Ruby nodded while Weiss sighed in defeat. "Not like I have anything better to do, like finding a date for the dance." Weiss mumbled under hear breath.

My grin turned even wider. Weiss, you have no idea how much I agree with you on that. I hung up the call and quickly headed back into the bar, looking at Freddy. My expression softened because—and call me an asshole all you want, he almost died because of me. "Uncle, I'm sorry about what happened. I should have never sent you out there to explore those docks on your own. I could have lost you." I looked down at my feet. "I'm sorry. I really am."

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. "It's not your fault. Had you gone I would have felt the same way you are feeling right now. Now go on and enjoy your free day. I'll take over from here."

I looked up at my uncle, who had a warm smile on his face. He patted my shoulder and turned around, walking towards the counter of the bar.

A few hours later...

Cold, sparkling water lightly bounced off a long-drink glass as two small, yet cold ice-cubes danced around in the sprinkling bubbles of the Atlesian soft drink: Sunny Days. The bartender serving the drink looked pleased with how it turned out and placed the glass on the wooden counter of the bar. He watched as a soft, yet strong-looking hand reached for the glass, fingers wrapping around it.

"Thanks for the drink, Freddy," said Yang Xiao-Long, rubbing some sleep out of her eyes. "I needed some sugar after that exhausting training session with Pyrrha. Let me tell you, that girl is tough. Can't believe Ramses beat her in hand-to-hand combat," she trailed of, resting her head on the palm of her hand.

Freddy laughed silently, looking at her with an amused grin on his face. "You do know how he beat her, I presume?" He leaned towards her. "Not fair, let me tell you that much." he finished.

Yang shrugged. "I didn't really hear much of it, only that the fight was won by the one person who I thought would never win." She took a sip from her glass before continuing. "So, what are you going to do when the dance rolls around tomorrow?"

Freddy shrugged. "Well, I just got a call from Professor Ozpin a few minutes ago. It looks like me and Ramses will be the bartenders at the dance. Isn't that great?"

Yang nodded her head. "Yeah, it's pretty cool to see you two get accustomed to Beacon so quickly." Yang trailed off, staring intensely at her glass as if something were bothering her. Freddy didn't let this slide, however.

"Yang, don't try to ask for attention by doing something like staring at your glass like that, it's over-used and cliché. If there's something bothering you, you should just tell it instead of trying to drag the question out of someone," Freddy said, placing his hands behind his back.

Yang sighed heavily. "That obvious, huh?" she asked. She bit her lip when Freddy nodded his head. She decided to continue. "One of my friends and teammates, Blake is going through some tough times right now and I feel that I should talk to her. But the way she's acting and the way she feels resembles how I once felt. And I hate my past self for doing the things I did, so looking at Blake right now is like looking at myself when I was like that. Naive and reckless, thinking you have to solve all of your problems on your own." She took another sip from her glass to water her dry throat. "I just feel like I'd get too angry with her," she finished.

Freddy hummed in thought, pacing behind the wooden counter of the bar. "So, she has problems-Blake, I mean. And she thinks only she herself can fix them. Well I say: Let her. If you've offered your help more than once and she keeps rejecting it, then let her solve her own problems," he said, crossing his arms. "Don't let another one's burdens become yours."

"But she's my friend," Yang countered, slightly raising her voice. "I can't just let her do these things alone! You don't know what happened to her back then or what she's going through right now. It's just… she's in so much pain and confusion right now."

Freddy let out a sigh before he started pacing again. "Okay, okay. I told myself I'd never do this—that I was done acting as counselor but here I am helping out teenager problems again. Yang, bring this girl to me—today if possible. I want to have a little chat with her and share something with her." He looked at her and smiled. "I think it will help her and you as well, my blonde friend."

Yang looked at him, confused she asked. "Uh, what do you mean by 'it will help me as well'? I don't get why I'm the one needing help."

Freddy smiled at her. "Yang, there are certain types of people in this world. I believe I have met every kind that there is. You see people are so fascinating because they are different." He re-filled her glass, much to her amusement. "There are so many opportunities out there that require a certain type of person to claim that opportunity for his or her. Everyone has some sort of purpose in life and we all need to figure out which is the right one for us. Take a look at yourself for example: You're energetic, have a fun personality that doesn't like to get serious all that much, but when things get serious you become serious too, as I just saw a few moments ago." He looked at her with a smug look on his face. "Am I correct?"

Yang nodded.

"Perfect." Freddy clapped his hands together, signaling to the bar. "And now look around you! This bar is the meeting point for all those people. Back where we came from our bar had so many different kinds of people I couldn't even keep count! I think your friend has been around too many of the same people, hence why she's acting the way she is right now. I think she's adopted some of those people's characteristics and is now realizing that that was not who she really was. And now she's caught in… a limbo. Sort of. She just needs to be around some different people, that's all."

Yang slowly nodded her head. "I guess you're right." She replied with a small sigh. "I'll bring her tomorrow."

Freddy smiled. "Excellent. I'll be seeing her then."

Silence befell the bar, something unusual when Freddy was around. Suddenly the entrance to the bar opened, and a girl with a regal look to her posture walked in.

Yang turned her head as she waved at the girl. "Weiss, good to see you!" she said, tapping an empty bar stool beside her. "Have a seat, Freddy and I were just talking about some things."

Weiss looked around the bar, inspecting seemingly every corner of it before she walked towards her team mate. "So, this is where you hang out now? Well I have to say this is quite the peculiar bar. I haven't seen anything like it, even back in Atlas." She looked at Freddy, raising an eyebrow. "Your nephew is quite a handful," she said.

"What has he done this time?" Freddy deadpanned.

"Well…" Weiss trailed off.