milliways_bar | (no subject)

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.

"Shit." She was biting against her bottom lip worriedly and turned wide eyes up to him again. "Raph, please. It was just one time. No big deal."

I look like I'm doin' somethin'?

She was so not buying that, and it was clear in her expression. A sudden thread of rebellion lit in her, and she lifted her chin indignantly. "You know, I don't see why if you and Mikey can boff half the bar, I can't get laid every once in a blue moon."

*And there is the missing puzzle piece. Looks like he doesn't need to see Mike afterall.*

Huh. Half the bar is four people? I really did miss out on schoolin' didn't I?

*Oh so smug. Smuggy smug smug.*

"When you get laid as often as I do, four people seems like a lot," she pointed out with a pout. Why wasn't she more angry? She should be mad! It was all his fault she'd bought stock in Duracell, after all.

April...no one does....that as much as Mike does.