Raph's POV
"Your ... brother?" the kids asks before circling me. "I pictured you... taller" he says while looking me up and down. "Nice to meet ya too, Shortstuff" I say with a smirk. "Short stuff. That was a cute one" he says while leaning against a nearby wall. "Mikey, why are ya limping?" Casey asks worriedly. "Got into a fight" the kid mumbles. "With a leprechaun?" I ask. Casey face palms next to me and shakes his head. "I will put you in your grave. Keep testing me" the kid growls.
"Shrimp"
"Flathead"
"Little Person"
"Cry baby"
"Strawberry Shortcake"
"Shitface"
"Cut it out guys" Casey shouts as he steps in between us. We quietly get back in the car and head out to a bar for three hours. I honestly ... got drunk off my ass but I had a good time. Casey takes us back to his place and orders pizza. We eat cake since it's the kid's birthday. He keeps glaring at me like I hit his ma or something. "Do ya have a problem with me?" I growl. "Not unless you have one with me" he growls back from his spot on the couch. "Just answer the damn question, kid" I demand as I stand up and get closer to him.
"Keep calling me kid and my foot is gonna meet your ass" he snarls with blue eyes full of angry fire. "I dare ya" I growl as I crack my knuckles. He shrugs and pulls his jacket off. I yank mine off and throw it on the floor before he tackles me to the carpet. Casey pulls us apart quickly. I landed a couple of shots on the kid but he has a mean right swing. "Knock it off. Next time, I should handcuff you two together for the rest of the night" He sighs. I roll my eyes and sit back down on the loveseat.
Hmm... shitface... nice comeback.
Mikey's POV
"Why do I have to help carry his drunk ass upstairs?" I pout as Casey drags his brother up three stairs. He blows his black hair out of his blue eyes and huffs. "Because you challenged him to a drinking contest"
"But I won"
"You were drinkin root beer in a beer bottle"
I shrug carelessly. "Serves him right. The big dumb ass is gonna have a mild head ache when he wakes up" I say with a snort of amusement. Casey groans and drags his brother upstairs.
I plop onto the couch with a blanket and fall asleep. Mind you it's like midnight when I pass out. Someone was messing around in the kitchen around three am and decides to sit on my sleeping figure in the dark. I sniff the air.
Leather.
Sweat.
Beer.
Ugh. Doofus is awake. I noticed a little razor shining on the floor near my hand so I grabbed it and use the bright tv light to find his arm. I gently but cautiously scrape it against his muscular arm. He slaps the invisible touch away. I scratch him again, this time leaving a visible mark. He growls and glances at his arm. I do it again this time breaking the skin and causing it to bleed. He grumbled his way into the kitchen as some blood hits the tile floor. I let out a breath and get comfy with the remote in my hand. I remembered i have shorts on so i take my pants off.
"Where the hell did ya come from?" he asks as I yawn and turn the channel. "A vagina. Where the hell did you come from?" I ask without looking at him. I see him roll his eyes out the corner of my vision and slap my thigh. "Shut up and scoot over" he grumbles. " I may be partly awake but I will lodge this remote in your throat" I growl while flipping the channel again. He plops down on my leg and smirks at me.
He weighs like 10,000 pounds ! "You big doofus, get off my leg" I snarl quietly. "Say please" he says with an evil smile slapped on his lips. My eyes widen and one starts to twitch uncontrollably. "Get the fuck off" I shout. "Nope, say it. Nicely"
"You better get up now cause it's not happening" I shout. He shrugs and lies on top of me with his elbows digging into my ribs. I push him half way off and glare at him. "Get the hell off" I says with an angry hushed tone. "Nah, I'm good" he says with a half full beer bottle in his hand. I snatch it from him and drink it.
He growls and grabs a hidden six-pack. I drink every last one as he pops them open. "Are you gonna move or not?" I ask while tapping my foot impatiently.
"Fine"
"Hurry up old man"
"I am. Shut the hell up"
"Nah. I'm good"
Raph's POV
It's around five in the morning. So far pipsqueak here turns friendly after six beers. "Are you 27?" he asks in a child like voice. "No kid. I'm 22" I say as he leans on me. "Oh, I'm not" he says before jumping on the couch. We lost the remote earlier so I guess we're playing 20 questions. "How old are ya?" I ask as he does a hand stand. "17" he shouts. I catch him as he tips over and cover his mouth with my hand.
He backflips out my arms and pokes my chest. I just roll my eyes before sitting back on the couch wondering why I care about his well being. He flips onto my lap and stares at me. "So ya underage and drunk" i say while shaking off the chill that ran up my spine. "I'm not drunk. You're drunk" he pouts. "Alright, how many fingers am I holdin up?" I ask with a smirk. "Four" he says confidently. "I'm holdin up five" I chuckle.
"You counted your thumb though" he whines as Casey stumbles down the stairs yawning. "Alright, what are you two doing? Raph,No sex on the couch! Jeez" Casey exclaims before Mikey hugs him. "We're not naked, dumb ass" I grumble. "So ya playin 20 questions or somethin?" he asks while putting the kid next to me.
"Yup. If ya aint drunk, what color are my eyes?"
"I dunno"
"Why don't ya know?"
"I'm color blind, silly"
Ok... next question.
"Alright how cute is Raph?" Casey asks while smirking at my narrowed eyes. "Eighty percent. He looks like an angel when he's passed out" Mike giggles. "I aint cute, pipsqueak" I grumble as Casey gives him some medicine. "Good night love birds" Casey chirps on his way upstairs. I growl before seeing Mike bent over in front of my face.
Not that I like him or anything but ... his ass is huge. For a guy anyway. I'm just saying.
