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[mnt_raph]

*Guess who's not working the Night Shift.
If you guessed the same ex-turtle who is currently sitting by Bar nursing a beer, you'd be correct.

Here's a commemorative collectors card with limited edition gold foiling.*

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Good to see you up and about again," Goldy says with a pleasant smile. Not that she hasn't seen him around since he started working again, but lame greetings are something of a specialty. As are lies. Nonetheless, she's happy to see him.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph turns towards the voice, which only helps to reveal the slowly healing shiner he has on his left eye.*

S'up, Goldie? Wanna beer?

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Ooh," she considers. "Sure, go on then."

"Thanks, Raph."

The bruising gets a slight eyebrow, but nothing much. He may notice redness and a sliver of a healing scar peeping out from the scoop neckline of her top.

"Have you been sparring with trees again?"

[mnt_raph]

You heard the Lady.

*Raph gives the Bar a pat, and an additional beer appears before Goldie.*

Nahh. Kangaroo.

*Then he takes a drink.
Fuckin' Milliways.*

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Kangaroo."

Blink.

"Right."

It's actually more plausible than the Willow. She takes a gulp of beer as well.

"Really?"

[mnt_raph]

Had on little red boxin' gloves an everything.

*If he's kidding, he's masking it really really well. Too well for the likes of Raph.*

[someonesdog]

Well, snap.

Guess who's just come off the night shift thanks to bloody millitime?

Angua's muttering something about how much she hates vampires even as she joins him.

[mnt_raph]

Well well well, lookie what the cat dragged in. Beer?

[someonesdog]

Angua gives him a rather dry look, even as she grabs the neck of the beer that appears.

"Yeah, cats as well," she adds. "Where did the black eye come from?"

[mnt_raph]

Kangaroo.
...
Don't ask.

*He adds at the end.*

[someonesdog]

She looks at him.

And some more.

"OK," she agrees. "I'm not asking."

[mnt_raph]

Quiet last night?

[gone_byebye]

W00t.

"Hey, Raph."

[mnt_raph]

Yo, Ray. How you doin'? Beer?

[gone_byebye]

Ray checks his watch.

"Yeah, sounds good. Sam Adams, same as usual. I've been busy. You?"

[mnt_raph]

I'm kinda afraid to answer that question, so you don't mind if I just plead the Fifth, do you? Place keeps gettin' wierder an' wierder.

*Spoken like a true ex-turtle to a ghostbuster.*

[gone_byebye]

"Fair enough," Ray says. "I'm guessing that's why I didn't see you down by the lake the last time I went running in the morning. That, or I was just looking in the wrong place, which is equally likely."

When Ray was born and the doctor smacked his butt, the filter that most people have between their mouths and their brains got knocked out of him at the same time.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph blinks. Raph processes. Realization hits.*

Oh fuckin' hell!

*He doesn't exactly face palm. It's more like a face Bar.*

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*It's not everyday you get kissed on top of the head by an adorable blonde so Raph really is a lucky former turtle cause he has just been kissed on top of the head and the blonde is giggling*

[mnt_raph]

ACK!

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*the innocent faced blonde girl has no idea what that reaction was for... Then she giggles some more*

And hello to you too.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph turns.*

Wanna beer?

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

You buyin'?

*she smiles*

[mnt_raph]

*Raph eyes her.*

Dunno.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph stares*