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Never Again

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Hands linked behind his back, Leonardo paced the length of the living room. It was late: past one-thirty in the morning according to the leader's most recent check of the time. A combination of irritation and worry contorted his face into scowl. His two youngest brothers should have been back by now. Or at least had the sense to call and tell him they would be late.

It was a typical Friday night. Typical meaning Raph met up with Casey and the two played vigilante then congratulated themselves afterwards with a couple of beers. It was not a ritual Leo personally approved of and he had tried to keep Raph grounded here tonight. Of course, the hot head had balked at authority, loudly declaring that Leo would not be stopping him from his "buddy time" with Casey. Leo relented on the condition that Raph take Mikey with him, believing that the presence of the youngest would make Raph and Casey act a little more responsible. Now, however, he was chiding himself for letting them go at all.

Just as Leo decided it was time to go after them, his senses picked up on something. He pause mid-pace and swiveled towards the entrance to the lair. Faintly, he could hear what sounded like off-key singing that was slowly growing louder. Then the door began to open.

"….s-show me the way…h-home…m'tired an' wanna go…bed…"

"Fer cryin' out loud, Mikey! Shut up! Yer gonna wake up Master Splinter!"

Leonardo flipped a switch and the lair was instantly filled with light that illuminated the pair of missing brothers. The leader's frown grew deeper at the sight before him. Raphael was blinking hard as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. He was doing his best to support Michelangelo who was hanging onto his brother's neck, unable to stand alone on wobbly legs. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Mikey was completely wasted.

"Or worse, Leo," Raph groaned upon seeing his oldest brother.

Leo crossed his arms over his chest and waited for an explanation.

"…had a little drink..'bout hour go…" Mikey's singing cut off as his bleary eyes finally focused on the blue-clad terrapin. He smiled widely, his speech punctuated by the occasional hiccup. "Oh, h-hey Leoooooo….what…what's goin' on, bro?"

"You tell me," he commanded, shooting a hard look at Raph.

Glaring right back at his big brother, the hot head adjusted his grip on Mikey. "Oh no, Leo. Ya ain't blamin' this on me."

"Look at him!" the leader exclaimed, gesturing at the youngest. "Is this how you get back at me for not letting you go out alone? Bringing your little brother home drunk? How could you be so irresponsible, Raphael?"

"Oooooo, Leo maaaaaad…" Michelangelo managed to say before he burst into a fit of giggles.

"First of all, Fearless…" Raph growled. He sidestepped awkwardly as Mikey almost dragged him to the floor. Grunting from the effort, he struggled to keep them both upright. "I didn't even want Mike coming along! Secondly, despite what yer thinking, I'm not so big an asshole that I'd purposefully do something that'd make any one of ya unable to defend yer self!"

"So it's my fault Michelangelo can't stand upright?"

The orange-clad turtle raised a hand in protest. "I-I'm standin'…up…"

"I didn't make him drink the beer!"

"I'll have….'nother….beer…" Mikey interjected, holding up one finger.

"You've had enough, Mike," Raph declared. Readjusting his grip, Raph tried to steer Mikey to his bedroom. "Time ta sleep."

"Hold up," Leo said as he moved to block their path. "Not another step until you tell me what happened."

"Christ, Leo!" Raph swore as his balance was once again threatened by Mikey's drunken movement. His neck was sore from supporting his brother. "It's like I'm holding dead weight here! Just let me put him ta bed!"

"Bed sounds nice…" Mikey mumbled, his head flopping onto Raph's shoulder.

"Talk fast," the leader suggested unsympathetically.

Raphael growled lowly, tempted to push past the barrier in front of him. He knew that wouldn't be easy to do while trying to deal with an inebriated Michelangelo. Taking a breath, he straightened himself as best he could and launched into an explanation.

"So we went out and met up with Casey," he began.

"Pffft, Casey…guy is nuts," Mikey commented and then laughed.

Raph clapped a hand over his brother's mouth to stifle the noise and prevent further interruptions. "We went out on a patrol, but I guess there weren't nobody makin' trouble tonight 'cause it was boring as hell. After two hours of nothin' we all went back ta Casey's place ta watch the game and knock back a few cold ones. Laughing boy here went a little overboard and I figured I better get him back home 'cause ya'd flip shit if we weren't here in the morning."

"You should have stayed at Casey's and called me," Leo scolded, hands on his hips.

"God, yer like a mother hen," Raph sneered. "If I had called, ya woulda come runnin' over there ta bring him home yerself. So really all I did was save ya a trip. Yer welcome, Fearless."  

"Why did you let him drink so much?" Leo demanded, irked at the "mother hen" reference.

"He only finished two beers!" the hot head proclaimed. He looked at Mikey who was attempting to yank Raph's hand away. "Hell, he couldn't even get halfway through the third before he was fallin' all over the place. Not my fault he can't hold his alcohol."

"Well, I hope tonight was worth it because I think it's going to be a while before you go out with Casey again," the leader declared. He walked over to the pair and stood on the other side of Mikey to help carry him to his room. "Let's get him to bed."

"Ya better have meant Mikey won't be going out with Casey for a while," Raph threatened, remaining where he was. "If ya haven't noticed Fearless, I ain't even tipsy. Don't see why I have ta be punished fer Mikey being a light weight. Maybe ya should ground yerself. Yer the one who sent him out with me, remember? Why'd ya do it if I'm such a bad influence?"

"Well, I won't be making that mistake…"

BLEEEEEEEGH!

Leonardo's retort was cut off by the sound vomit hitting stone. Michelangelo had managed to pry Raph's hand off his mouth to empty his stomach contents on the floor of the lair. The sick turtle was bent over, coughing as he tried to rid his throat of the acidic residue. Leo and Raph looked at each other, grimacing in displeasure as the pool of sick seeped around their bare feet.

"Never again," Leo said in a strained voice. "He is never drinking again."

Raph pulled Mikey back up and quickly began to herd him to his room. "I'll take care of him. You can take care of that."
TMNT (c) Nickelodeon

Mikey and alcohol don't go well together.
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zenryder's avatar
note to self: dont get Mikey drunk. lol