"Good morning Beacon bar!" I shouted, laughing audibly while opening into the bar, switching of the lights and stretching my arms out widely afterwards. "Whoohee! I feel like absolute shit today! So let's try to at least consider working extra hard."

With a sigh and a shake of my head I reached the bar and walked behind it. Opening a nearby cabinet I took out a lighter. Twirling the lighter around between my fingers, I turned towards the empty bar and smiled. "So first things first, light all of the candles of every table to add that little mood and sense of calm and peacefulness. After that… ah, right, prep the ice cubes and make sure the red wine is kept at a not too cold temperature. Nothing worse than ice cold red wine. Hm… perhaps I should consider buying some more tumblers for the whiskeys. I'm surprised single-malt and malt are a thing in Remnant. To think they know their whiskeys even though there are like… what, only six available in our little bar here at Beacon?"

Shaking my head at this thought, I started making my way to the tables and started lighting all the candles that we had placed inside a small decorative vase. These vases appeared to have the insignia's of one kingdom on them. I believe I spotted Vale, Atlas, Mistral and even Vaccuo on them. They were transparent, so that was a plus on our side. Enough lighting for when it gets dark outside." I lighted the first five candles on the first five tables before moving on to the next ones. "The salty snacks and nut-mixes we ordered have arrived as well, so that's a plus on our side too! Ha, I'm on a roll today!"

And it was at this moment I knew, today was going to suck ass. Starting by bumping my knee into the hard wooden corner of a table and yelped in surprise before holding my knee.

"You have got to be freaking kidding me. Karma, we're not even dating anymore. Why you coming back?" I asked, rubbing my sore knee before stretching my leg several times. When I felt the pain subdue I decided to continue the work I was doing, making sure not to hurt my knee again. After a few minutes of lighting candles I was finished. Happy with the results—the result being a nice view of a very beautiful decorated bar—I walked behind the bar itself and placed the lighter back in the cabinet I got it from. I walked to the edge of the bar, were out ice-cube machine was located and opened it. Grabbing a plastic hand-shovel and decently sized bucket, I started pouring the ice-cubes into the bucket. After filling it to about a half I closed the machine and placed the bucket into the sink.

I turned around and reached for the first refrigerator located on the left side of the bar. Opening it I took out several soft drink bottles and placed them in the same sink I placed the bucket in. A neat trick my grandfather taught me. This way the ice keeps the plastic bottles cold. So instead of having to place every single bottle back into the fridge, which can be a living hell when you bar is crowded, you can easily just place it back without being worried its content will get lukewarm. I hate it when drink are like that. It tastes… well it doesn't taste disgusting, it's just not a very nice feeling drinking lukewarm coke or water.

I sighed before reaching for my scroll. Ozpin was nice enough to explain a bit about the scroll to me. Basically it worked like this: As long a Beacon tower was active communications were good. Normally one would use an aux-cord to plug in their I-pads or tablets to play music through their speakers, right? Well Beacon didn't have aux-cords. They used wireless strength connection to play music. A pretty neat gimmick if not almost everyone on Earth used Bluetooth. Yeah, I'm not impressed, Ozpin. But still it's better than nothing, right? So basically you would open your scroll, go to "settings" and press the application that said "WSC" and it would make contact with the nearest music installation that matched its password.

Oh, you want to know the password I came up with? Oooooh I put a lot of thought and effort into it. It is a password no one could guess. Only the most edgy and ascended; the most cringy and autistic people can come up with it. People who have no future and want to see themselves in between six wooden planks within the last couple of years their miserable life has to offer them.

"My name Jeff."

Hilarious, isn't it?

I know it isn't. That was kind of the point. When someone like me gets bored they say the most ridiculous things and perform the most ridiculous acts. Never in my life—okay, perhaps the first few years of my high school life—would I have thought I'd actually be able to make a friend who is a crazy as I am. Some people like going out with their friends and have a couple of drinks. The two of us? We like to go out and not remember what happened the next day. We've woken up with party hats on our heads, hickies on our necks and even a wedding ring. Oh yeah, did I mention my best friend was once accidentally engaged to a Russian tourist? Funny story, actually.

It all started on the fifth of February. It was like a dream. To be honest everything feels like a dream when you've guzzled down eight pints and four shots of Jägermeister. Anyway me and my best friend decided we'd go out to a nearby town that's knowns for its variety of cocktail bars. We decided we'd do a "cocktail Olympic." Now what is a cocktail Olympic one might ask. Well let me explain! Basically we decided to head through every cocktail bar, which were about six at the time, and drink four cocktails at every bar within a time span of ten minutes. The one who could at least stand straight for five seconds without waggling was the winner.

We really should have written down what the price was… because we kind of forgot afterwards. But anyway, back to the Olympics'. So after about five bars we started slurring and. We couldn't really remember our previous orders. Our livers were probably telling us to stop and so were our stomachs. But nonetheless we pressed on! We had reached our sixth and final bar and ordered another four cocktails. We drank two, laughed because someone said something not even remotely funny but because of the alcohol we thought it was funny, and drank two more. The one to finish was… hm, let's see… two Tequila Sunrise minus two minutes equals permanent brain damage. Well, looks like that memory will be forever lost! So we didn't know who had won and basically got wasted.

But this is where the fun really begins. So what I can remember is the following: So this Russian tourist with a face only a mother could love comes walking up to us with thunder-thighs that mirrored Zeus' lightning bolts. She starts talking to us with the most broken English I've ever heard. For some odd reason she starts flirting with my friend and completely ignores me. Can you believe it? She ignored me. Anyway, getting back on track! So she starts flirting with him and completely out of the blue asks him if she would like to go out with her one day. Instead of saying no, or a simple "yeah, sure" my friend tells her that he'd even marry her. So some flirting and smooches later and my friend gets on his knee and ask her to marry him. She of course said yes and the entire bar cheered.

That's about all I can remember. And how did he get himself out of this mess you might ask. Well he was officially crowned the best hide and seek player. Kept himself hidden from that crazy woman for four days straight even though he gave her his address. So, yeah, a weird night.

But let me tell you something; that wasn't even our biggest adventure. No, we've had plenty of EPIC adventures that involved… well basically involved us doing stupid things like climbing trees, climbing mountains, climbing… I think we might have climbed a church once… I'm not sure. I don't really remember if it was a church or a medieval castle.

"How many times did we evade the police again? Like… fifteen times or something?" I asked myself, closing my eyes. "Yeah, I think that's the right number."

I was about to get myself a nice cup of coffee, but I was interrupted by a sarcastic comment by an all too familiar blond Professor.

"So you're a criminal where you're from, huh?" Goodwitch said, sarcasm dripping from her tone. I watched as she took a few step forward, inspecting the bar and running her fingers over the wooden surface of many of our tables. "Excellent cleaning, bartender." She said, smirking a bit before having reached the bar. "One Latté Macchiato. Oh, and I'll have some caramel syrup with it, please."

"Excellent choice." I replied, nodding my head before taking a double-walled glass that stood on a glass place behind the bar. Pouring in the syrup, I placed it underneath the machine and pressed the appropriate button. I watched as the hot milk poured into the glass, followed by the caffeine filled substance I loved with a passion. Coffee was one of the things I regularly had when I went to school or had to work. It would give me that extra boost of energy I sometimes needed after a long shift at the bar. I'll tell ya, it is very hard to resist the urge to fall asleep in a public bus when they got the heater running and the comfy chairs neatly cleaned. I turned to Goodwitch, smiling slightly before placing the glass on the wide-length coffee plate. Taking two sugar cubes and a long metal coffee spoon, I placed the finished Latté on the bar.

Goodwitch seemed pleased with the results and dropped the two sugar cubes into her Latté. Stirring her spoon in her drink, she let out a sigh before taking it out and placing it beside the glass. "So how are things here?" she asked, taking a sip from her drink. "That's nice." She hummed.

"I literally opened like ten minutes ago." I deadpanned. "It's been quiet, duh."

"Don't get smart," Goodwitch retorted. "You know as well as I do if it weren't for Ozpin you would not be here and still wandering the streets of Vale." She stared at me intensely. And although you've proven yourself to be a man of your word, you still lack some aspects. But with the right training you could become a powerful warrior." She trailed off.

"I'm just going to stop you right there." I replied, holding up my hand to shush her. "I'm not fit to be a Huntsman. I can't fight Grimm, remember? Ozpin specifically ordered me to run when Grimm would cross my path. And I intend to do just that. Not because I'll be shitting my pants, but because I might shit them. And prevention is better than having a shitty day, right?"

Goodwitch shook her head. "You have a way with words, I'll give you that." She said, taking another sip from her drink. "Where is your uncle?" she asked.

"My uncle is heading to Vale as we speak. He's going to visit the place of our arrival and see if there are any clues as to how we arrived here." I replied. "I also wanted him to go because I feel like today is going to be a pretty cool day. Anyways, I'm all alone today, so any tips?"

"I'm a teacher." Goodwitch replied. "The only tip I can give you is this; don't drift off and pay attention."

"Understood." I nodded my head, running a hand through my hair. "So how many classes you got today? More combat related classes I'm guessing. How's Jaune doing in those classes?"

"Why would you be interested in Mr. Arc?" Goodwitch asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "He is making progress… slowly. It goes to show that teaming him up with Pyrrha Nikos was the right decision. The girl seems to have a good influence on him. I wouldn't be surprised if she were training him too. It would make sense." She held her chin in thought. "Although I am curious why Jaune's attitude suddenly started changing a bit. He talks to himself while in combat. And he doesn't even speak coherent sentences. It's just gibberish and some "potty mouth" words."

"Oh, that doesn't sound good at all." I replied. 'Good fucking job, Jaune. You're a quick learner.'

"I addressed him on his behavior today." Goodwitch continued, making me freeze. "When I asked him why he was talking like this he simply replied by telling me that his "master would never forgive him if he did not practice the way of the Thu'um". I have no idea what that meant… but the way he used those words, even though they were mostly incoherent, sounded familiar." She glared at me. "Care to tell me why you are ruining one of my student's mental stability?"

"I will never betray my order." I dramatically replied, flaying my arms in the air to make the act complete.

Goodwitch pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please leave Jaune out of this."

"He already pledged his allegiance to me. He is mine." I replied, smirking a bit. "And there is nothing you can do about it." I added.

"I can just knock you out." Goodwitch retorted.

My eyes widened. "Jesus Christ, woman, you are evil." I replied. "And I thought you were this serious teacher role model. What the hell caused the sudden switch of attitude?" I asked.

"An alien who decided to drop by." Goodwitch replied, crossing her arms. "Maybe it's the coffee, or maybe it's just you, but I get the feeling you have no idea of what you are doing to Jaune."

"I'm… chancing him into a man?" I replied.

"No." Goodwitch sighed. "You're not changing him into a man. Do you honestly think I'm blind? Jaune seems to hold you in high regard. I don't know what you did but he really seems to view you as a good friend." She said, taking another sip from her drink again. "Listen I'm not here to scold you or anything. I just want to make sure Jaune succeeds in becoming a Huntsman. Even though he needs a lot more training to even defeat any of his teammates."

"Yeah." I sighed. "Too bad the guy officially never even made into Beacon in the first place, huh?" I asked.

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!

"Excuse me?!" Goodwitch exclaimed. "What do you mean by "never made it in?" huh? Are you telling me he cheated his way into Beacon? Did he cheat his way into Beacon? Oh he did, didn't he! I can see it in your eyes! I am going to have a serious talk with him right now." She said, taking out her scroll and opening it. "When I get my hands on that boy he will wish he was never-."

I cut her off, luckily, by grabbing her scroll and closing it. Crossing my arms, I shook my head. "Calm your tits, woman." I said, placing the scroll on the bar. "And let me do the explanations. Jaune never made his way into Beacon officially. From what I can remember he kind of cheated his way in because he wanted to make his family proud since they were all capable warriors. Now I know this might seem unfair, but the kid has potential. Trust me, he is going to be playing a bigger role in all of this. Just… don't let him notice I spilled the beans."

"You mean he told you?" Goodwitch asked.

"Have you been paying any attention to the past conversations? Hello! Guy from another world who knows the ins and outs of Remnant standing in front of you! How are you doing today?" I replied. "I already knew this, Ms. Goodwitch. Trust me on this one, please."

"I am having serious doubts about this." Goodwitch threatened.

"I've had serious doubts about so many things. Like should I stop drinking when I can't feel my legs anymore? Should I have climbed down from that tree instead of just jumping down? And should I have kissed my best friend because of a bet or not? Spoiler alert: It's not sexual intimidation when we're both crying." I stated, crossing my arms. "Ms. Goodwitch please just take my word on this one, okay? I can assure you Jaune will become a true Huntsman! And if not then I will personally shave my head!"

"Deal." Goodwitch smirked.

I stared at her in shock, rubbing the back of my head before speaking up. "Uh, you know I was just using that as a figure of speech, right?"

"I can hardly wait to see you bald." She said, taking one final sip of her drink before turning around. "I will see you later, Ramses." She waved. "But don't think I'll go easy on Jaune. Knowing this information I will have him train until he loses consciousness from exhaustion."

I watched in continued shock as Goodwitch left the bar. I shivered a bit before taking the empty glass of coffee and taking it to the dishwasher. Who could have guessed Goodwitch could be so scary? I mean that woman seems like the kind of woman who could rip your head off within a manner of seconds of she's pissed off.

Also way to spill the beans about Jaune, you dumb fuck. Ladies and gentlemen, one of the reasons why I consider myself a lost cause is the fact that I have the attention span of a fly.