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

*She looks down at it, and laughs*

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

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

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?

*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?

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*

*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*

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

How do you figure?

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.

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

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

Missed you kiddo.

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.

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

So...just work?

*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?

*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.

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

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

*he flops back on the ground behind him*

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

Hey.

It'll be alright. You'll see.

*winces when she pokes*

Hey, careful there. I fought Batman today.

He's eight years old.

Ah, poor Bruce...

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.

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...

*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.

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

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

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

*snags bottle and takes a long pull*