MISTAKEN IDENTITY;;
@lostprocyon
Ego was gone, Groot was growing, the team was rebuilding their strength and their emotional walls, and everything was at peace. It was quiet for a few weeks, no mission to be spoken of, and when one finally came through, the rest of the Guardians insisted the raccoon take it over them. He needed time to himself, they said. We can take care of Groot, they said. It would be a fast mission, they said. One disturbance, they said.
We will be back in a week, they said.
Well, it had been two days, and he was already through with the job, a little more worse for wear than when he arrived, and with a busted communicator. So, with no way to tell the idiots that he’d been done for half a day now, that they could come back, that he didn’t want to be stranded on Knowhere with nothing to do except flutter about and bother wayward aliens, he resigned himself to a bar hidden off a side street.
It was peaceful, it was mostly empty, and minus the occasional pop-in from a random Knowhere citizen here and there, he was left in relative peace. Until he tried to order a drink. The same drink he’d ordered the minute he walked in and sat down. The same drink he watched the second bartender s l i d e to the opposite side of the bar, away from it’s previous order-placer.
Far past frustrated with the service the two were delivering to everyone but him, he finally signaled the younger of the servers and grumpily asked where his drink was. With nervous apologies, another drink was made, and just as it had been happening for the last twenty minutes, the drink was set at the other end of the bar.
This was getting ridiculous!
