Or let the drinks find us.

[Dick went, but being Robin and then Nightwing conflicted with his educational commitments. Still, Gar, nothing to worry about!]

I mean, look at that.

[Another green fellow, larger and more rotund than Gar, is serving drinks to party-goers at the kitchen counter. He must have his own unique condition.]

Wasn't that guy just mowing the lawn earlier? Now he's playing bartender?