A/N: Just a bit of an idea I had a while back, not that great but meh. So yeah, read and enjoy. (clears throat) I do not own any characters used in this fic, that glory goes to Sucker Punch.
Sly is right!
"I-I'm sorry Sly, please forgive me. You were r-right." Said a quivering green turtle, his voice shaking rapidly. Sly looked intently at his friend, noticing the tears starting to form behind his glasses and the red stain sliding down from his mouth.
"I'm still unconvinced that you fully realize how wrong you were. Please, tell me again how right I am." The tears started to fall down Bentley's face, mixing with the red that still dripped from his chin.
"Please Sly, I think you are being too hard on the little guy." Murray said, his voice shaking slightly as well. "I mean, sure he was really wrong this time, but this seems too much."
"I'm with Murray." Added in Penelope. "He was wrong and you were right, you guys are supposed to be friends, it shouldn't be this big of a deal." Bentley slowly shook his head.
"No, he was right, he was right the entire...the entire time. I'm s-sorry Sly, I wont doubt you again." The raccoon gave a smirk after hearing it.
"That's right Bentley. But if you do, next time I'll be even harder on you." Soon after, an orange tabby dressed in a waitress' outfit approached them.
"I just came by to see if you needed anything... uh, is your friend alright?" Showing a questioning gaze to the turtle. Giving one of his biggest grins, Sly answered.
"Yeah don't worry, it's just his first time having this kind of Italian pasta. A bit too overwhelming for him."
"So... delicious...the sauce..." Bentley whispered as he cleaned the last of the food off of his plate and added it to the pile that had been made between the three men.
The waitress left to obtain another helping for the three, while stifling a laugh and muttering "newbie" under her breath. Penelope shot a death glare to her in response, then leaned over to Bentley, wiping away the sauce dripping down his chin that he was too busy to notice.
"We need to get all of our eating advice from criminals for now own." laughed Murray, the shakes in his voice from the sensation of the new taste being gone. People from other tables started giving glances towards the four while Sly joined in the laughter. Penelope just held her hand over her face to hide from the embarrassment, while picking at the food on her first plate. She couldn't see what the big deal was with the pasta, it wasn't that appealing to her. Giving up, she soon concluded that it must be a guy thing.
A/N: Woohoo tears of joy! There ya go, kinda short and not that great, just a little something I figured Id post. Feels better for me to get a simple oneshot in before posting a big story. And yes that means I'm planning on doing a bigger fic later on, to those few (and I mean FEW) people who actually like this and care... But don't be expecting it soon, have the one I'm working on now to finish then I have a different one planned for another section. It's not like there aren't other great writers in this category though, nothing to worry about. Just hope you enjoyed it.