milliways_bar | (no subject)

"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.

"Why are we going there?" she asked, looking slightly pained. She so didn't need that mental image.

You tell me.

"I never said we had to discuss what Mikey was or wasn't doing."

You sure 'bout that?

"You really just want me to be sexually repressed, don't you?"

I'd really rather not know one way or the other....

"Yet you punish me for doing it." April sighed, caught in a completely undefinable emotion. "It's just sex. That's all."

Not love. Love is different. Love, you get. They can't have that.

How is me not wantin' the details punishin' you?

"That's not what I was talking about. I was talking about not wanting to share." She wasn't upset. Should have been, maybe, but then she'd have been a hypocrite.

How he ever would have expected her to not be in love with him after so many years of this same song and dance was beyond her. Perhaps he hadn't intended it, but then again, perhaps he had, on some subconscious level. As a means to an end, it was a bonafide guarantee that she'd never leave him. Regardless, it was always the same, and while the others did it, too, he was always the worst. And she always relished it, in her own secret way.