RD looks up and smiles, Initiative could wait, and Murphy never looked upon the cocky lightly. He presses a button on the laptop he was typing on and relaxes. All that strange teleportation and space ripping stuff Woundworts computer was doing made him a slightly easy to track target...
"Well No hard feelings Woundwort, after all, they said they needed more than one bartender, I'll just serve this side of the room..."
A Quick smile later RD turns round and undoes his collar, pulls on a pump to serve a drink, turns to say "Cheers" and watches satisfyingly as the ACME Homing weight that crashed through the roof and landed on Woundwort. Along it's side is the word "initiative."
RD whistles as he orders his transport outside to bring in some beverages that weren't American and from the Good Old Countries and Planets, he also brings out the old Starfury Cantina address book and hands it to Mac, the section entitled "FBW's."
"There's nothing like Competition amongst Staff no?"
