Curiosity is what finds the teenaged turtle hanging about the door. He's fairly certain this is the place. He might have tailed Jason from afar to see where the place was, some time after they'd spoken about it. A speakeasy-esque bar sounds cool, but what he'd really been sold on was the karaoke.

It only occurs to him now that he's decided to try having a peek that he might not be allowed in. Anyway, what did one wear to a bar? For someone who liked to plan ahead, he'd come woefully unprepared, but this stop had been purely on a whim and in between errands.

Donnie had opened the door and currently finds himself in a stare-down with the bouncers, whom he can only assume don't believe that purple hoodies meet the proper dress-code and not at all because he's some green kid who's clearly underaged to be paying any bars visits.

"Um..."