TMNT Boyfriend Scenarios

A Few Too Many... - All

"No. Absolutely not. NO!"

"Oh c'mon, Fearless, don't be such a baby," Raph set the boxes of beer on the table.

"Whoa, dude! How much did Casey buy for us?" Mikey wondered.

"I'd have to agree with Leo on this one," Donnie mumbled, picking up a can and turning it over in his hand, "Did you guys know alcohol in large amounts at short intervals of time can cause blackouts, memory loss and anxiety--"

"Shut up, brainiac," Raph interrupted, sitting down at the table and popping open a can, sniffing at the beer within and then taking a swig, "The girls are out at dinner. We've got some time to ourselves for the first time in weeks."

"Yeah, Leo!" Mikey quipped, "Call it a guys' night in!"

He swiped a can for himself, taking a huge gulp and then scrunching up his nose at the strong taste.

Donnie opened a can for himself, trying to peer inside at the alcohol within, debating whether or not to take a sip.

"C'mon Don... think of it as an experiment," Raph suggested, taking another drink and leaning back in the chair languidly.

The genius glanced back and forth between the beverage in his hand and each of his brothers, before bringing the can to his lips and shivering as the alcohol ran down his throat.

"I can't believe you guys are actually doing this!" Leo said, crossing his arms, "If Splinter was here--"

"But Splinter isn't here," Mikey cut him off, the beer already beginning to loosen him up, "He's out on a training run with April. Won't be back all night!"

"It's just a few cans, Leo," Donnie reasoned, trying another taste, "Live a little."

The leader shook his head, turning and beginning to walk out of the kitchen.

"What are you, chicken?" Raph called after him, chuckling to himself while Leo stopped in his tracks. He peeked over his shoulder, huffing and slowly retreating back into the room, slumping into a chair across from Raph and gesturing to the beer.

"Gimme a shot glass."

~

"What's going on?" L/G shouted over the blaring music, throwing her bag down on the couch and staring at the chaos that was the four drunken brothers.

"Mikey?" M/G asked incredulously, gaping at her boyfriend hanging upside down from the training fixture above the living room, singing a version of Happy by Pharell Williams.

"I knew we shouldn't have left them," D/G mumbled to herself, watching Donatello race in circles around the lair.

"Well, Raph seems pretty normal," R/G commented, seeing the red clad turtle at his usual spot in front of the punching bag.

L/G shook her head, striding over to her boyfriend, perched on the tire swing, his mask hung loosely around his neck. In his hand he held his katana straps and belt, swinging them around crazily and giggling each time he'd accidentally whack himself.

"Leo," L/G murmured soothingly, "Time to get down."

"No," he replied stubbornly, rocking back and forth on the tire swing, "Nobody orders Captain Ryan around! I can't talk right now, Celestial! The cosmos are in danger! The Cortexicons must be stopped!"

"Yeah, sure thing Captain," she smiled, before raising her hands and levitating Leo off his spot on the tire swing, dropping him in the pool of water below.

"M/G, Angelcakes!" Mikey called, falling from the fixture and hurrying up to his girlfriend, waving a beer can and sloshing the alcohol inside onto the floor.