Awake [Discontinued.]

Chapter 20

A/N: I forgot the bartender bots name, so just go with it.
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Donnie sat at the bar, having a talk with the bartender about the ship and having a drink.

"I looked at the outside of the ship, and there's nothing else thankfully."

"Well, that's ex-ex-excellent." The bot glitched. Making Donnie look at him, a bit worried. "Hey, are you alright there? You sorta glitched." He asked, and set his empty glass down, wiping his mouth with his arm. The bot chuckled softly. "Of course, I am. I'm all good here." It reassured, and served Donnie one last drink. Donnie wasn't sure. "Okay I guess." He took the filled glass. Drinking it all in one gulp.

"Hey."

A familiar male voice spoke. Donnie turning to Mikey. "Hey." He greeted back. Mikey walked up to the counter.
"I have the bartender on Thursdays." Mikey stifled a small chuckle. Donnie almost forgot. "Ah, thought it was Wednesday." Donnie hummed and stood up from the stool. "Hey, can I get one for the road buddy?" He asked, looking back at the bartender.
"Why of course, Donatello." It grabbed a bottled beer, and handed it to Donnie. "Enjoy." It smiled. Donnie smiled a bit, and nodded before leaving. Mikey hummed, and sat down in a stool. The bot zooming to his side of the counter. "Is there anything that I can get you, Mikey?" It asked. "You already know my order." He chuckled softly, and rested his head in his hand.

Mikey, and the bot begun having small talk, and chatting about anything.

Donnie going back to where Mikey found the small meteorite that crashed into the ship to inspect some of the contents and how much damage there is.

"Ugh...you've got to be kidding me."

"There could've been better protection shields if they've gone with the other option." He huffed, and grabbed a crowbar. Carefully removing the meteorite, and it dropping to the floor with a loud thud, making him flinch from the sound.

"There we go."

He smiled triumphantly, and looked at the hole with his flashlight. Seeing it looks like it done way more damage than it was. He exhaled sharply, knowing he can't fix this with little materials he has. Opening his bottles beer, and sipping the alcohol.

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"So, what were you and Donatello talking about before I arrived?"

"Oh, he was talking about no more damages outside, and how he messed up the past."

Mikey sighed softly, and gulped down his drink. "Of course, but thank God no more meteorites." He said, and the bartender serving him again. "Indeed, Michelangelo." It nodded, and tidying up his work space again.