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Me? Hide? Please.

"Oh, never. Silly me." She bumped him gently with her hip, gazing out across the bar. "I got a theoretical question for you."

Wrong brother. You know I can't stand that burstin' into song crap.

"Wha?" April finally turned to look at him, all confusion for a few seconds until she realized what he meant. And then, she smiled, fingers pressed against her lips as if they would stave off the giggle that was threatening to escape.

"Yeah, you're right." Oh, but it was difficult to keep a straight face, and she was failing miserably at it. She was just beaming in amusement up at him with the sort of expression generally reserved for children and small, fuzzy animals. "So how about I just ask you a regular question?"

*Raph turns towards her, an eyebrow quirking en route.*

You ain't gonna freak out an' smack me when I answer, are you? 'Cause I'd hate to lock you up if you did.

"I hope not." She couldn't very well make a promise she didn't know she could keep, now could she? "If you say something really off-color, maybe we can just compromise and I'll pour my beer on your head, how about that?"

I dunno...alcohol abuse is a serious crime.

*He almost sounds like Casey. It's really the only impression Raph does.*

Yeah, well, there was a reason why she liked Casey, and it wasn't the mask.

"So, let's say..." April waved her hand. "Let's say someone was interested in me."

Ooookay.

She turned back around to lean forward against the bar. It was easier to avoid his gaze that way.

"Not anything serious or anything. Just-" April halted and shrugged in an attempt to keep up the calm facade. "Well, you know."

It's time for the Twist, that it?

*Ahh the twist. The fun games they all played with April's unwitting boy toys.*

April sighed, leaning forward to catch her head in her hands, her elbows propped atop the bar.

"Don't suppose there's a chance you'd leave him alone, is there?" Why was there a part of her that wanted him to say no?

He a tool?

"Guess that depends who you ask."

Translation: Yes.

*Raph nods, and takes a long pull off his beer.*

Been a while, wonder if I still remember how to play.

"Raphael."

She was looking at him now, but her expression had gotten lost somewhere on the way to stern and ended up just to the right of concerned.

Maybe she liked it. Maybe she wanted it. That validation. Maybe it was the only thing she knew.

What?!

*It was half way to a whine.*

"I'm not telling you, anyway, so it doesn't matter."

Not tellin' me what?

*Oh he just walked right into that one.*

Quickly, "Nevermind. Drink your beer." She figited, just a little.

Shut UP, April. Shut up.

*Raph finishes his beer, and looks at her, eyebrow raised.*

"Stop it." Pity her voice held so little convinction. She pushed some hair behind her ear, suddenly nervous.

*Raph nods, and orders another beer.
Not only is the guy a tool...but she really likes him.*

Yeah, all the guys she likes are tools.

"I'm not telling you, so just forget it. And don't ask Mikey, either, because he doesn't know."

Oh, now wasn't that a brilliant thing to say? At least she didn't finish the last sentence with "that it wasn't you." It then occurred to her that Raph didn't know-know, not about it actually happening. She had just gotten herself into so much trouble. She'd never told Mikey not to tell.

*So not only is this guy a tool, a tool she really likes, but Mike's got the whole story.*

Okay.