Twenty-sixth Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don has been in Luceti for seven months now, but there are still some places he has not yet visited. Tonight, he's crossing one of those places off his list

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[after_march]

[April? Is watching from a dark booth in the corner. Half-amused, half-what-the-hell-is-going-on-here?]

[meanandgreen]

[Somewhere amidst the chaos, Raph loses track of Don enough to decide he's not gonna bother looking. He pushes through the crowd on his way back from the bar for a fresh beer, not quite sure where he's going.

At first he sees April and thinks nothing of it. But by the second take he realizes something's a little out of place.]

Ape! What're you doin' here!?

[Yes, he is very loud, and more than a little drunk. Don't mind him as he clambers to join you at that booth. It's apparently harder than it looks.]

It's crazy innit?

[after_march]

[In the process of Raphael's joining, April's diet coke gets jostled and almost goes over; a good amount of it spills on her arm.]

Raaaaaaph. Mostly I'm just trying to get out and meet some folks. Like that guy, over there---never seen him before. [Pointing at Donatello.]

[meanandgreen]

Ah, sorry! [He grabs a wad of paper napkins from the dispenser and thrusts them her way.] Mishjudged it a little.

[He doesn't bother looking where she's pointing. He's too busy with cleanup duty.] Who th' hell knows.

[after_march]

[April grabs a handful and dabs at her arm.]

Raphael--your brother? Mister Party Guy? What's up with that?

[meanandgreen]

[Ohhh.]

I got no freakin' clue. Th' guy's actin' weirder an' weirder as time goes on.

[after_march]

Is he...celebrating something?

...

Let's just be aware of where he is in relation to the karaoke machine, okay?

And by the way--have you been drinking?

[meanandgreen]

He starts singin' an' I'm gonna kick his butt to Tuesday.

[He grins. Yes, he is quite glazed. He lifts his bottle to her eye level.]

Beer your first clue?

[Then takes a long swallow]

[after_march]

[Okay, April--there's no reason to feel like the dance chaperone or anything. You can be cool with this. Raph, he can handle himself. Don...can handle himself, too. Just relax. Enjoy yourself. You work too hard, you deserve a night out where you can kick back.]

Actually, it was the slurred speech, but now that you mention it...hey, slow down there!

[meanandgreen]

[He puts the bottle down with a chuckle.]

I always talk like this. Waddya talkin' 'bout?

[Somewhere in the back of his brain he knows how ridiculous he sounds.]

[after_march]

Nevermind. You know, this isn't my kind of place, but I'm actually having fun.

[meanandgreen]

Good. Y'deserve it, puttin' up with all our crud. Sorry ya had to come in the middle of it.

[after_march]

[April begins peeling the label off her diet coke and smiles.]

Yeah, well, if I wasn't always going through the turtle drama I'd probably be going through some other kind of drama. The normal kind. That's life in the big city, right?

So you guys are cool now?

[meanandgreen]

[He fiddles with his own drink.]

Ehh, kinda. 'Least he still don't got that thing in his head.

[before_may]

It wasn't a thing, Raph, it was just alternate memories and stuff. It was his mind, trying to sort things out.

...You wanna play darts or something? Or are you too wasted? I have to do something with this caffeine high.

[meanandgreen]

[Ah, he's heard this spiel before. Whatever. He just sips his drink and rolls his eyes.]

Nah, nah, I can play. [Maybe] Why ya wastin' yer time on soda anyway?