2am
Mikey caved early on, having cooked all day he relished his beers ate his cake and slunk off before the drinking games got out of hand. Now with the lair quiet, three brothers remained up; an array of brightly coloured jelly's lying on the table before them. Using his bo to pull himself up Donny stared at his two brothers, thankful he had the stick to stabilise his weight.
"Wha'time issit?" Leo asked, happy to nurse a half empty bottle of Bud.
Squinting at the brightly flashing, highly decorated clock Don let out a long sigh, "2am …"
From the sofa the two remaining brothers stared at each other, their passive happy expressions springing back into life. "T'2am!" Raph announced reaching forward clumsily to grab a red jelly.
"To 2am!" Leo echoed happily grabbing a shot to salute the miraculous time.
Knocking back the contents they stared to their brother, disappointed to see him refuse to join in what had become an hourly ritual. "I'm … goin' to bed …" he finally announced.
Not one to be held back by such little things as losing a player Raph crowed "T'Goin' t'bed!" whilst grabbing another shot, "T'bed!" Leo echoed again repeating the ritual before knocking back the contents. Smiling contentedly the two brothers settled back again, their steady decimation of the beer set to continue on in to the night …
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Three hours later …
Despite the previous night of festivities Splinter still found his weary bones waking him up, and convincing him to rise at the grand old time of five in the morning. Climbing out of bed he was slightly perplexed to hear the sound of high pitched laughter coming from the living room. Rising he pulled on his thick, red robe before going to investigate. Situated on the sofa he found his eldest son sitting contently side by side with his most rebellious. The full tray of vodka jelly was now covered with empty plastic shot glasses, and his children lay with their heads leaning against the sofa back staring at little in particular. Every now and then they automatically raised their arms, took long sips, giggled at little in particular and then fell silent.
"Morning …" he greeted, amused by their complacent state.
Two sets of bloodshot eyes blinked before turning to focus on the rat. Horrified Leonardo dragged his head upright, "Raf …" he hissed loudly, "Mashta …" Grunting in response Raphael turned to look at Leo. A tiny grin cracked over his face, "Nin'a vanish?"
"Nin'a va'ish?"
"Nin'a vanish!"
As if they had struck upon a plan the two sat upright and looked around for somewhere to vanish to. Both sets of eyes came to rest behind the sofa they were seated on. Grabbing their respective bottles of beer they scrambled onto their knees before throwing their bodies over the top of the sofa with a triumphant cry. Drawing their legs in Master Splinter listened to their quiet giggles, before turning, suppressing his smile and walking into the kitchen to put on the coffee.
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Reinbeauchaser – Ya got it in one, bonafide Brit-chick. Over here Bud is short hand for Budweiser beer, but I don't have a good track record for spelling so thank God for the spell check, though I think that the moment you are referring to is a classic moment of running sentence. It is meant to be the beers that are there, and April heading out to get some champagne. PS - And perhaps together we can nurture our inner children into our old age!
Bubblyshell22 – Over here in the UK the legal drinking age is 18, so Splinter has temporarily gained some British sensibilities. looks around shiftily Shhh…
pacphys – I don't know if you can spot it, but I've put Mikey's up. Who said they were all going to have the same prank pulled on them though? looks all bashful
Finally, thanks to all of you for reading and reviewing my work, I really appreciate it.
Heir