A rippling warp in space announces the teleportation of the long-absent Woundwort. With a short break in-between classes, he needs some liquid refreshment.
Walking past Dave and Mac's table (with a quick blush), he strides up to the bar and sees... its empty.
"What? No bartender? What on earth has happened to this place? The Boss must be really out of the loop this time..."
Then he sees RD's note. He tears it off the pump and reads it.
"Well... I can't wait until this gets approved. I guess if I can't get someone to make my drinks, I'll have to do it myself."
A few punches on the wrist computer and Woundwort's flight suit is exchanged for a dress shirt with collar (no tie) and slacks, with a white apron. Another series of buttons and the bar is restocked with the finest of American microbrews, with
Arrogant Bastard Ale prominently featured. (As per the Boss's edict, no mass-produced yellow "beers" in sight).
"Your new bartender has arrived! First round's on the house, in celebration of my initial good grades in school. Free advice and a sympathetic ear included."
Woundwort reaches under the bar to retrieve Taz's favorite washcloth, and whistling the tune "Master of the House", begins polishing the bar.
(RD - you have to take
initiative.
)