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Don comes downstairs with his hands over his eyes.

"Is everyone clothed now? I don't think I can handle another unexpected naked moment."

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Indy just keeps on smiling at April, happy to be able to put a face to all the stories at last. He addresses Don briefly. "Mikey says you're the techno-whizz. Any chance you could take a look at a burnt-out waffle iron?"

April considered Donatello's reply, and then decided he was probably right. And it wasn't as though she wouldn't be back several times a week, or even as often as everyday. She had a business to run, after all.

"So, uh," April began, sidling up next to Indy with a coy smile. "You been here long?"

"Sure, no problem..."

He's getting the feeling he's not really involved in this conversation anymore. So this is what human flirting looks like. He starts taking notes. You never know!

"Nine months or so," Indy says with a grateful nod to Don. The strange thing is that Indy isn't flirting. This is just Indy... being Indy. "Bound since Christmas, and rooming with Mikey since mid-Feb."

"He told me about that time you dabbled in archeology yourself. Um, that time (http://www.ninjaturtles.com/comics/mirage/volume01/32/32.htm) you ran foul of Anubis and the mummies."

He cocks his head slightly. "I bet that gold bikini looked good on you."

April stared back at Indy for a few seconds, her smile frozen on her face.

Oh, Mikey. You didn't. Oh... you did.

She gave a nervous little laugh. "Yeah, well, I wasn't really thinking too much about what I was wearing at the time," she replied. To her credit, she didn't blush.

The good news was that Indiana Jones was thinking of her in a gold bikini, and liked it.

Actually, Indy is thinking about many things, not least about what Delia would look like a similar bikini. He's not sure what Bar has in the swim/slave-wear range, so he follows up practically. "Don't suppose you still have it?"

April blinked. Was Indiana Jones coming onto her?

"Sorry, no."

"Oh, well. Nothing ventured, nothing gained." He wrinkles his nose, slightly disappointed. "Met anyone interesting yet?"

He stage whispers to April, "I don't think this is going in the direction you want it to."

April swung her gaze over to Don and glared. She then turned back to Indy and smiled.

"Not really, excepting people I already know." She elbowed Don, hard, but what with the shell and all, it ended up hurting her way more than him. She winced, gritting her teeth together.

"Really? In this whole incredible bar... not a single interesting person." He blinks. "You must have high standards of interesting."

"Um... who've you met Don?""

Don looks very innocent. He's good at that. He grew up with Mikey.

"Naked people and people that think Raph's level headed." He says it all with a straight face.

April would have facepalmed had she been able to. Instead, she just rolled her eyes skyward.

"Oh yeah? There's been naked outside the suite... and me and Mikey weren't involved?" Indy looks interested.

He gives April a look.

"And there was this girl...do you guys normally have random women just walk in and start..." He makes humping hand gestures. His face goes dark green as he realizes what he just said.

April just gaped. "DONATELLO!"

And then she smacked him on the back of the head. Guess Raph wasn't the only one who got that.

Indy considers this. "Well, not," he reciprocates the wavy hand gesture, "in the common areas. Not unless there's a sock on the main door knob. But sometimes it can be a bit of a race to the bedroom." He nods firmly. "And it wasn't Thursday... so it couldn't have been Lilly. You must have met Mel."

Indy grins at them both.

"...you're Thursdays scare me."

He doesn't say how much of Mel he met. It makes his head hurt almost as much as two of his turtle brothers are now human.

"I need a drink," April muttered, and wandered off. Too much talk of nakedness and her boys.

"See ya... and see you too Don. First week's rent free," he says with a wink as he heads off as well. "Just don't be letting the elephant into the syrup."

...

"...elephant?" Don's brain melts even more.

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