Breakfast had to be one of my favorite things about life. Waking up to the smell of fresh pancakes, going down the stairs and opening the door and greeted by a feast my mother had prepared. That was the life. Emphasis on that. I was not living that life anymore ever since I arrived in Remnant. And here I was actually getting used to my mom's cooking… damn, never thought I'd actually start to miss it. Breakfast here at Beacon Academy was pretty good, don't get me wrong, but nothing beats a mother's cooking.

Well except for grandmother's cooking, of course.

Right now me and Freddy, accompanied by an all too overenthusiastic Jaune, were walking through the halls of Beacon Academy, passing by students while I adjusted my tie, trying to get it back into its straight line. Fucking Cardin messed it up. I got to get back at him for that one day… anyways! Walking through Beacon Academy with someone who is considered to be the "dorky" type is sure to attract attention, especially from certain people who only know Jaune as the dorky guy. In all honestly I kind of felt bad for the guy, but knowing what will become of him in the future, I didn't really worry too much about it.

"So Beacon is getting its own bar? That's so cool!" Jaune said. "I mean who can say that they attend a school that has their own bar? And you two are the new bartenders? Well, you've earned my respect. Showing Cardin who's boss before he could was a smart move." Jaune turned his attention to Freddy. "And you were pretty cool too, sir."

"Just call me Freddy. Sir makes me feel so old." Freddy replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Jaune, don't you have classes to attend?"

"I do, but my class is the same way as the bar. So I decided to walk with you two." Jaune replied, rubbing the back of his head. "Oh, by the way, you wouldn't mind if I came to the bar after class, right? The rest of my team are going to the library. But if figured, since you two probably don't know a lot about Beacon and don't have many friends, I'd help you out." He smiled, holding out his hand. "After all, strangers are just friends you-."

"Haven't met yet." I finished, taking his hand for a firm handshake. "You're a good guy, Jaune. Feel free to come over any time you want. It's not like me and Freddy have anywhere else to go anyway."

"That's great! I'll tell my team about it, but I doubt they would want to go for a drink anyways." Jaune replied enthusiastically before coming to a halt. He looked at the entrance of a classroom and sighed. "This is my stop. Sorry."

"No need to apologize. I am a student too—or was, actually. Just make sure to pay attention to the teacher and not her cleavage. It will not end well." I replied, patting his shoulder. "Good luck in class. I'll be seeing you."

"I will." Jaune replied, waving us goodbye before entering the classroom.

"Don't even think about making a move on him. That guy is taken, and unless you want to lose your balls to a spear that can also shoot bullets you better stay away from him." I warned Freddy, turning my attention to him.

"I never said I was-."

"You were thinking it, uncle. Now please, shall we get moving? I don't want to be late on the job." I cut him off, grabbing his arm. "Come on, you fag, let's get a move on."


Pyrrha Nikos, Spartan-themed warrior and famous for her skills and… cornflake cover. She was sitting in her classroom, listening to another one of Professor Port's lecture about his adventures when he was younger. She pretended to be listening, but in all honesty her attention was fixed upon her leader. He was also not paying much attention to Professor Port's lecture, but was talking to Ren about something. She didn't quite overhear their conversation, but she became curious since Ren actually seemed to be interested in what Jaune had to say. Normally Ren would be the serious one, always paying attention to every class, but now even he was interested and not paying attention to Port's lecture.

And thus she tapped Nora's shoulder, hoping that she was overhearing their conversation.

"Whaddup, Pyrrha?" Nora asked.

"Hi, Nora. I… uhh, I was just wondering what our two other teammates are talking about." Pyrrha replied, smiling at Nora. "You wouldn't happen to know, now would you?"

"Weeeeeell, I believe Jaune was talking about a guy named Ramzes or something, and how he and his uncle were the new bartenders." Nora replied, shrugging. "I don't know what they meant by it, though. I wasn't paying much attention."

"Bartenders? You mean Jaune's been going out without telling us?" Pyrrha asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Even though she didn't know much about Jaune's personal live she did know one thing, and that was that he would never lie to his team… well, after the Cardin incident. And speaking of Cardin, who was the guy Cardin was picking on? Jaune told her in the cafeteria that he was going to help him out, but then he just decided to sit with him and spend breakfast with a total stranger.

Wait a minute. Could that guy be the bartender Nora just mentioned? It would make sense, since Jaune was walking through the halls of Beacon with him and another man who seemed at least thirty years older than both of them. She would have to ask Jaune about it…

"And that will be all for today!" Professor Port announced. "Be sure to read pages sixty four to seventy for tomorrow! That will be all, students. Have a nice day."

Everyone let out a sigh of relief. Everyone got up and started to make their way over to the exit, until they were stopped by two men wearing fancy ties and blouses. One of the tow had blond hair, was pretty tall, and had a friendly look on his face. The other person was a man who was swearing the exact same clothes as the younger man. He had a short beard and also had a friendly look on his face.

"I can't believe you lost your wallet." One of the two sighed, shaking his head. "It's like you have Alzheimer's of something. You always forget things… especially my birthday! You owe me a lot of presents, bud!"

"Oh shush you," the other man retorted, clearing his throat. "Greeting students. You wouldn't have happened to have found a wallet on your way to class, now would you?"

Everyone said nothing.

"It's a brown leather wallet," the other man said. "It's kind of gay as well. Like there are dozens of phone-numbers in there of people that are not older than twenty years old. Probably, I think, names are written under the numbers." He pointed his index finger at Professor Port. "Does the name "boy toy number eight" ring a bell, sir?"

"It does not." Port replied. "I think your wallet is not in this class. No one would lie about having found a wallet, since these students are not thieves, but huntsman and huntresses in training!" he announced with great pride.

"Well, Freddy, looks like you lost it." the man said, tapping Freddy's shoulder. "Where did you last have it?"

"I remember taking it out of my back pocket outside, but I swear I put it back there." Freddy replied, holding his chin in thought. "It's not like boy toy number eight was important. I just don't want to lose number two, you know?"

"Students, pardon the intrusion. We will be taking our leave." The younger man said, giving them a dignified bow. "Professor Port, keep them stories coming, fam."

"Oooh, so you have heard of them?" Port asked, suddenly taking interest in the boy. "Care to join me for a cup of coffee?"

"Tell you what," the younger man said, holding out his hand. "Meet me at the end of the fourth floor. There's a new area which I think you'll like—a bar, if I might be so straightforward. Feel free to pay me a visit when you have the time."

Professor Port laughed openheartedly, taking the boys hand and giving it a firm shake. "Thank you! And I will surely attend your bar. Ha, I can't believe Ozpin actually went through with it! What a day! What a lovely day!"

"I assure you you won't be disappointed." The young man smiled, turning his head to the students. "That goes for all of you too. There's a new place in Beacon meant for the liked of you young folk!" he said, yanking his hand out of Port's strong grip. "Instead of having to go to Vale you now have the opportunity to go to a bar that is just a few meters away from your dorms." He placed his hands behind his back, looking over all the students. "My name is Ramses, and this," Ramses said, motioning to Freddy. "Is my uncle. We will be your bartenders for as long as Ozpin has use for us. You may continue attending your lessons now."

Ramses turned around, motioning for Freddy to follow him.

"And Jaune," Ramses said, getting the blonde's attention. "Make sure you're on time after classes end. I still need some help on what drinks the students here like, and you're the man I chose to tell me this."

Jaune just waved at him, laughing nervously as all of the students now had their attention fixed upon him. He watched as his newfound friends exited the classroom, and feeling the pressure of getting this much attention all of a sudden sure didn't help him feel at ease. Nonetheless he gathered his courage and stood up, ready to leave Professor Port's class. The other students followed his example, but not because Jaune did it, but because they wanted to be on time for their next class. Combat training with Ms. Goodwitch. Jaune let out a sigh as he made his way over to the edge of the lines of seats he was seated. He walked downstairs, his team following after the young knight. It was Pyrrha Nikos, however, who finally asked the question that had been bugging NPR'S mind.

"So are you going to tell us who your new friends are or do we just have to guess?" Pyrrha asked, walking beside her leader. "The younger one of the two—I believe his name was Ramses, talked to you like you and he already met."

"That's because we did." Jaune replied, scratching the back of his head. "You see I, ehh… do you remember that student we saw Cardin picking on this morning?"

"You mean the student you wanted to help out?" Pyrrha replied, nodding her head. "Yeah, I remember."

"Well it turns out that it was Ramses who was being "picked on" by Cardin. If you can even call it that." Jaune informed his teammates. "I watched the whole thing unfold and was surprised at how calm Ramses stayed during the whole confrontation. He didn't provoke Cardin into hurting him, but eventually Cardin was at a loss off words and wanted to use his fists as compensation. It didn't really go as he expected, though, because the other man who was with Ramses—his name is Freddy, in case you've forgotten—came to help Ramses out."

"I don't see how this involves you already knowing him." Pyrrha said, raising an eyebrow.

"I was just getting to that." Jaune replied. "Anyways, so I go and talk to Ramses. He offers me to join him and his uncle for breakfast and I accepted. I walked with them through the halls of Beacon before I reached Professor Port's class. And… well you know what happened next."

"So what is this guy like?" Ren asked, curiosity clearly present in his voice. "He seemed like a pretty optimistic guy."

"Ramses is a pretty cool guy, at least from what I've seen. He treats his uncle just like he would treat his friends, or at least that's what he told me. He seems pretty relaxed too, not really worrying about a lot." Jaune replied, smiling. "And the whole class now knows that he and his uncle are the new bartenders of a bar that was recently installed into Beacon."

Pyrrha shook her head. "I can't believe no one told anyone about this bar."

"Perhaps they wanted it to be a surprise for the students?" Nora suggested.

"That would make sense." Ren added.

"Well I kind of promised Ramses I'd visit the bar after classes are done. I know you guys probably want to go and study, but I kind of feel like visiting them again. You're free to join me if you'd like, but I'd understand if you decline." Jaune said, turning his attention to the exit of Port's classroom. "Okay, let's get going."

And so team JNPR took their leave, heading for the next class and secretly hoping this day would be over soon. The Vytal Festival was getting closer and closer, and they all just wanted to train and focus. Of course there is the dance that'll take place in a few days from now, and everyone is already deciding on who to ask and what to wear. Some people, however, did not. And unfortunately one of those people was Jaune himself.

As JNPR finally exited the classroom, team RWBY soon followed after them, also contemplating their next move.

"I saw we pay them a visit once this day is over." Ruby said, placing her arms behind her back. "I mean you haven't even got to know Ramses that good."

"Neither have you." Weiss retorted, crossing her arms. "And from the looks of it this "bar" will just be filled with delinquents and degenerates. One of Port's lectures is enough. The fact that that guy invited him to the bar is a worst case scenario on its own." She looked at Ruby. "And don't you have studying to do?"

"Yeah," Ruby replied, tapping her chin. "But still… can't we go over for just this once."

"As much as I hate to admit it, Ruby, Weiss is right." Yang said, putting her hand around her sister's shoulder. "We've got studying to do. Plus we still have to find you a date for the dance!"

"Yang!" Ruby exclaimed, covering her face with her hands. "I don't need a date! Boys are… Blegh! I don't need a boy to be happy in my life! Not that I don't want to never have a—can we just please change the subject?"

"I'd like to change the subject to discuss something else." Blake said, getting everyone's attention. "You remember when Ramses introduced himself, he used our last names. Now don't get me wrong I can understand him knowing Weiss' last name for obvious reasons. But he knew mine… and Yang's."

"What's wrong with him knowing my last name?" Yang asked, raising an eyebrow at Blake.

"It's just that he knew Ruby's last name, so it would've made sense for him to call you Yang Rose, instead of Xiao Long. How could he have known that when he just arrived here at Beacon? At least that's how he made it seem like." Blake replied, crossing her arms. "With recent events I feel we need to keep our guard up. I might sound like a downer right now but I don't fully trust Ramses or his uncle."

Ruby placed her hand on Blake's shoulder and looked at her with saddened eyes. "Blake, I know that because of recent events you've been… distrustful of a lot of things and a lot of people. But you can't just assume that everyone is your enemy. I mean the guy only introduced himself. Maybe Ozpin told him a little bit about us and he just wanted to be polite. Nothing wrong with that, right?"

"No, but it just seemed odd, that's all." Blake replied. "It's… probably nothing."

"However, now that we're on this subject… didn't the conversations between Ramses and his uncle seem a little bit… off putting?" Weiss said. "I mean they were saying some pretty weird things to one another… it almost sounded like they were insulting each other on purpose."

"I do remember the same thing happening with me when I first met them." Ruby added. "I figured it was just their way of communicating with one another. I mean not everyone is the same, right?"

"I guess you're right." Weiss replied. "Come on, we're going to be late for combat class!"

The entirety of team RWBY watched as Weiss ran out of the classroom, and they followed after the nicknamed "Ice Queen", hoping they'd not get yelled at for running through the halls. One day they would visit the bar again. But until then Ramses and Freddy just had to wait.


"Ramses, please just hold up." Freddy panted as he quickly caught up with me.

I shook my head and rubbed my temples, turning around and closing my eyes before speaking up. "Freddy, my mans, you don't have to keep up with me." I looked over him. His face was a little red and he was still trying to stable his breath. "Ever since you had that heart-attack two years ago everyone has been telling you to keep it down. You've been working the same you did before the incident, and it's not good. I know you're trying to stay as fit as possible and I know you don't want age to catch up to you. But you can't fool nature. Eventually it's going to bite your ass so hard you'll want to turn straight again."

"Not even a hurricane can do that, my young nephew." Freddy replied, smiling. "See, I'm all better! No need to worry about me, I'm fine!"

I shook my head at Freddy's display of dismissing his body's warnings. I have to have a long talk with him about it. But either way things were about to get serious. I mean we were just a few meters away from the bar for crying out loud! Within literal seconds we reached the entrance and opened the door. And when we entered we were greeted by a sight we could have never imagined. There was the bar, in its full glory. In a way it shared so many similarities with our own bar back home. The taps were there, the fridges, and even the karaoke machine Freddy requested. I smiled and nodded my head, crossing my arms while doing so.

"Now this is what I was talking about!" I exclaimed, running through the bar and checking every inch of it. "Taps, bar stools, enough tables, and even windows! Oh sweet Chin Chin look at the view!" I said while walking towards a set of windows. I looked out of them, and they gave me clear view since they were bigger than I was. I had a clear view of Beacon Academy and its "docking area", or basically the area were Ruby and Yang arrived when they first arrived at Beacon. I watched as several students made their way into school, were taking lunch breaks and just having a good time with one another. I turned my attention to Freddy, who had the same reaction as I had. This was starting to be a very good day.

"Goodwitch you blonde skank you did it again!" I exclaimed, hugging Freddy. "This is awesome!"

"A skank, you say?" Goodwitch's voice echoed through the bar, stopping me and Freddy's hugging and making us freeze. "I think it was just excitement—or at least I hope it was." she was standing behind the bar, arms crossed and glaring at us. "Welcome, gentlemen."

"It is an honor to be here, Ms. Goodwitch. You have done an amazing job." I replied, bowing my head respectfully. "This is something you'd see in movies. You have exceeded everything I could have hoped for."

Goodwitch's glare seemed to fade a bit, and she nodded her head. "Thank you."

"Uhm, I hate to interrupt but… are we being invaded?" Freddy asked.

Me and Goodwitch turned our attention to one of the windows and our eyes both widened. He had arrived.

General T-800 Terminator Ironwood.

Well fuck me right in the ass and make me Freddy's sex slave, this situation just went from zero to one hundred real quick.


Well here we are, eight chapters in and a lot more to go! Thanks to BuffaloSoldia115 for creating the awesome cover-art for my story. Be sure to check out his work! Also, would it be too much to ask for opinions on what you all think of the story as of now? I'm really curious as to know if I;m not going to fall into the "cliché self-insert Fanfiction. Thanks in advance, everyone!