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[locks_it_up]

*Death by the waterfront, skipping small stones in the water for the Squid to skip back to her. She's got a bottle of spiced rum by her side, and she takes a swig before holding it out to Raph as he wanders up, not turning around.*

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[mnt_raph]

*he takes it without a word, and as he's downing a good portion of rum, hands her the action figure of himself*

[locks_it_up]

*She looks down at it, and laughs*

Nice toy, Raph. Very nice. Good likeness. Oooh, look, it's even got the bandana and everything!

[mnt_raph]

*he turns and raises a very sarcastic eyebrow at her*

[locks_it_up]

What? I wish I had an action figure. It'd be neat.

*She passes the doll back to him* You take care of that. *Takes the rum, and takes a delicate sort of sip*

But. How've you been?

[mnt_raph]

*very sarcastic*
Oh well, we'll just have the bar whip you one right up then.

Peachy.
Got bitten by Batman today. God of War has the hots for my girl. A girl I'm going to lose real damn soon cause I've gotta go back and set things right at home.

Other than making little boys cry, how're you?

[locks_it_up]

I've been taking care of business.

If she's any kind of girl at all, turtle-boy, she can wait for you. I've met War, in the past. Not such a hot ticket. *she takes another swig of rum, and passes it back to him*

[mnt_raph]

*Takes the bottle and swigs*

Ain't the waiting I'm worried 'bout.
It's the idea that ... well he could use me to hurt her.

*takes a second drink before passing the bottle back*

[locks_it_up]

*She takes it, and takes another sip, shifting her weight.*

How do you figure?

[mnt_raph]

Isn't that how they do things? They just influence mortal folk?
I got enough problems controllin' my anger. I don't need some god pushing my buttons cause he can't take no for an answer.

[locks_it_up]

If he does, in this bar? He'll be in deeper shit than you can imagine.

[mnt_raph]

Heh, well here's hopin' it don't come to that.

Missed you kiddo.

[locks_it_up]

Yeah, huh? I don't want to have to have to come beat up some God of War... *she takes another small sip, and grins sidelong at him*

Missed you, too, turtle-boy.

[mnt_raph]

Bet we could sell a butt load of tickets for the show though.
*smirk*

So...just work?

[locks_it_up]

*Another swig, and this is a definite swig, and she makes the requisite face afterward.*

More or less. *she passes the bottle back*

What is it that you've gotta fix?

[mnt_raph]

*Raph raises an eyebrow at her method of drinking, and maintains the "uh huh" look while he takes another drink*

Oh nothin' big. Just time.

[locks_it_up]

Oh, is that all? Shouldn't be too much've a problem.

[mnt_raph]

OH yeah, just a zip out and back.
no problem

*he flops back on the ground behind him*

[locks_it_up]

*she looks over her shoulder at him, and pokes him in the ribs*

Hey.

It'll be alright. You'll see.

[mnt_raph]

*winces when she pokes*

Hey, careful there. I fought Batman today.

[locks_it_up]

He's eight years old.

Ah, poor Bruce...

[mnt_raph]

Eight year olds are dangerous. Trust me, I was eight once.
Little bastard bit me

Kid's gonna have it rough, that's for damn sure.

[locks_it_up]

He bit you? *she grins*

Don't mess with th' Bat.

Rough, psychopathic, brutally determined... Not a life I'd wish on anyone. But then, it's his...

[mnt_raph]

*partially removes the bandage on his arm. There is a clear bite mark*

Damn humans and their thin skin. Musta happened after he kicked me, cause I didn't feel it until I saw it.

*sees the grin*
Oh yeah, it's a laugh riot.

[locks_it_up]

Well, well, well. I guess milk teeth can be sharp.

You really shouldn't've tossed him in the lake, Raph.

[mnt_raph]

Oh, you had a better idea? Funny how I didn't hear it.

*snags bottle and takes a long pull*