◎ 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙩: 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 ◎

Guard Dog

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     You and Hank decided to go to Jimmy's bar, your android companions opting to come with.

     You sat to Hank's left at the bar, and Connor and Nines stood to his right, chatting idly about how they think humans should cut down on their unhealthy alcohol intake.

     You ordered whatever you preferred, and Hank just got his usual whiskey.

     You watched the television, as it displayed some random tv show for epic fails, sipping your drink.

     A low chuckle escaped Hank's throat at something the tv showed, and you cracked a smile at it.

     "What an idiot," Hank muttered with a grin, taking another swig of his whiskey. "Couldn't even do it right, and it was so simple."

     You chuckled before turning to him. "Gotta utilize the ladies' room. Be right back, pops."

     You slid off the stool and gave his shoulder a hard slap as you walked past, and he grumbled into his whiskey glass in reply.

     You opened the restroom door, having finished your business, and immediately came face-to-face with some random drunkard.

     He had a sickening grin on his face, and he placed his hand on the side of the doorframe, leaning against it.

     "Hey, there, pretty lady," he grumbled, the pungent scent of booze and garlic. "Where you goin'?"

     "Where I go is none of your concern, you old dickhole," you growled, immediately feeling your blood pressure rise. "Now get the fuck out of my way."

     "Oooh, I like 'em feisty," he muttered, grin widening, leaning closer to you.

     You physically flinched at the wall of nauseating
s t i n k that exploded from his revolting open mouth.

     He noticed and he chuckled in a fugly raspy voice. "What's wrong, do I scare ya?"

     You scowled, pulling the collar of your shirt up over your nose.

     "The only thing I flinched at was the bog of eternal stench that slapped me right in the face when your dogshit-eating self leaned forward," you growled, pinching your nose through your shirt.

     The gross guy scowled at you and grabbed your shoulder tightly pushing your back against the doorframe.

     "You're gonna fucking regret that-"

     He was interrupted as he was thrown into other wall, and he stood up straight and glared at your saviour.

     "Of course, it's a fucking android," he growled, rubbing the back of his head, "android-fucking whore."

     You felt your blood pressure rise, and you were about to run over and knock his teeth down his throat, before an arm held you back.

     You looked up, seeing a look on Nines' face that made you inwardly grin.

     Seems that he would do it for you.

     This dude was either gonna be dead or almost dead. You honestly weren't sure which was the better option.

     You grinned at the dude - he seemed slightly intimidated by the droid glaring cyanide-laced daggers into his soul - as you turned, placing a hand on Nines' left shoulder.

     "Thanks, hun," you whispered into his ear before you started waking, hand sliding across Nines' broad shoulders as you passed.

     You pushed through the swinging doors, grinning at Connor and Hank as you heard a low grunt and a thump that sounded like a body hitting the floor.

     You reached the bar and sat back on your stool to Hank's left, and he looked at you curiously. Connor looked at Nines as he walked out of the swinging doors.

     "Did you-"

     "I only knocked him unconscious, Con," he interrupted, patting his shoulder, "He did punch me in the gut, though."

     "Ah, okay."

     After Nines passed by Connor with one last friendly shoulder pat, he opted to stand on your left with Hank to your right and Connor just behind you.

     One thing was for sure, you were not gonna be bothered by any other drunkie that smelled like the sewers that those teenage turtles lived in ANY time soon.

     You didn't mind it, though.

     You grinned, sipping your drink.

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