A/N: I misspelled some words on purpose here to emphasize certain things. So no flaming on that part.
Experimentation
A second later, the turtles were spitting back out the beer they had just drank.
"Gads, this stuff is nasty." Leonardo gagged.
Michelangelo started whipping his tongue with his free hand. "Humans like the tasted of this stuff?"
"Perhaps it's an acquired taste." Donatello choked.
Raphael slammed his can down onto the table. "How can ya learn to drink stuff like that if ya can't pass the taste?"
"Who cares, let's try something else." Michelangelo placed his can on the table and grabbed one of the wine coolers. "This stuff has fruit in it. Maybe they'll taste better than the beer."
Raphael grabbed the bottle from Mike. "We can only hope." Raphael said while grabbing from Mike.
"Why can't you get your own?" Michelangelo whined.
"Ya don't have to act like what ya drink." Raphael joshed. He hands the bottle back to Leo and waits for Mike to pull out another one.
"Ha, ha." Michelangelo laughed sarcastically. "You are so funny." He pulled out two more bottles and handed them back to his brothers. "Not." Then he pulled one out for himself.
"Shall we all try it together again?" Donatello asked after the bottles were opened and everyone nodded in agreement. "Alright, on three. One…two…three." Now that they knew better, the four turtles took a sip.
"Now this is alright." Michelangelo said brightly. "You can taste the alcohol a little, but the fruit covers most of the taste."
"Get a load of Mikey here, Mr. Connoisseur." Raphael mocked. "But he is right. Dis stuff isn't too bad." It only took a few minutes for the four turtles to down their coolers.
"Moving on." Donatello put down his empty bottle and picked up the black bottle that was next in the line. "Jager." The purple clad mumbled. "There's only one bottle, so we'll have to try it one at a time now." He pointed out. "But who will it be?"
"Seeing as Mikey is such a critic, let's have him give it a go." Raphael said while taking the bottle from his purple clad brother and shoves into the hands of his orange clad one.
Michelangelo rolled his eyes. "Like I had a choice." He opened the bottle and took a small sip. "Mmmm." He licked his lips before taking a gulp from the bottle.
"He likes it." Leonardo laughed. "Hey Mikey!" His three brothers let out a groan.
"How long have you been waiting to use that line?" Michelangelo asked.
"Since this whole thing started." Leonardo said with a slight shrug. "So how does it tasted?"
"Like black licorice." Michelangelo held the bottle out to his eldest brother. "Here."
Leonardo took a small sip, smacks his lips a couple times, and then takes a gulp like Mike did. "This is good." He passed the bottle over to Don.
The tech-loving turtle took a small sip. "It's ok." He ho-hummed. "But then again I really don't like black licorice."
Raphael held his hands out for the black bottle. "My turn." Don handed the bottle over to his red clad brother who, after taking a sip, proceeded to take a bigger gulp than Mike or Leo took. "It's alright." He belched.
"Hard to tell." Donatello chuckled as he picked up the next bottle full of an amber liquid. "Brandy. Now this is the kind of drink intellectual people drink." He said brightly.
"Sounds like something right up your alley." Leonardo joshed. "Guess that means you should be the first to taste it.
"My point exactly. But this requires a glass and a corkscrew." Donatello got a glass from one of the cupboards and his Swiss-army knife from one of the drawers. He placed the glass on the table, pulled the corkscrew of his knife out, and popped open the bottle. A strong alcoholic aroma left the bottle and filled the air.
Michelangelo's cheeks turned a slight pink. "Dude, you could get drunk off the fumes." He laughed.
"I read somewhere that if brandy smelled strong, it meant it was good." Donatello said while he poured about half a finger's length into the glass. After putting the brandy bottle down, he swished the amber liquid around in the glass.
"Whatcha doing that fer?" Raphael asked.
"I also read that you're suppose to warm the stuff up in your hand." Donatello answered. "You drink brandy hand warm or something like that." He brought the glass to his towards his lips, but then yanked it away. "Whoa…it's even stronger up close to the nose." His cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink than Mike's. Holding his nose, the purple clad turtle slowly sipped the contents of the glass. His eyes closed when he was done and a comfortable smile came onto his face.
"How's it taste?" Leonardo asked.
"Smooth…warm." Donatello sighed. "It slides down your throat and seems to go all the way down to your toes."
"Let me try. Let me try." Michelangelo said giddily. He took the glass from Don, mimics everything Don did, and gulped the brandy down. "Ow!" The orange clad turtle coughed. "It burns my throat." He took another gulp of Jager to sooth his throat.
"You don't gulp brandy. You sip it." Donatello told his little brother.
Raphael grabbed the glass from Mike and holds it out to his purple brother. "Pour me some Donnie." Don poured enough amber liquid to cover the bottom of the glass. After drinking what he was given, a goofy grin crawls onto his face. "It'sh good."
"Sounds like someone is slipping up on his speech." Leonardo teased. "But then again, when did he ever speak right?"
"Lets shee…shee? (Ahem) Lets shee ya shpeak right after having shome of dat." Raphael said as he held the glass out for Leo to take.
"Better than you are right now." Leonardo replied confidently. He took the glass from Raph and held it out for his turn to have some. Don poured a little more for Leo than he did for Raph. A serene smile came onto the blue clad turtle's face when he finished his drink. "It ish good."
"Shee? Shee?" Raphael cried while jumping up and down unstably. "Ya can't shpeak clearly either." He nearly tripped over his feet in the process.
"Aw shuddup." Leonardo hiccupped. He looked over at Mike. The young turtle was rubbing his stomach a little. "Whatish the matter with you? You look a little…(pffft)…green." Suddenly the elder turtle burst into a fit of giggles.
"Good one bro." Raphael said as he joined Leo with his drunken giggles.
"I dunno Leo." Michelangelo said with a slight groan. "Suddenly I don't feel show good."
"Mikey can't shpeak right neither." Raphael chuckled. "Maybe it was something he…(giggle)…ate."
"Or something he drank." Leonardo laughed.
"Guys, can we get serious here?" Donatello interjected while he picked up the tequila and strawberry margarita mix. "We have one more drink to go." He put the items on a counter, got a blender out of another cupboard, and placed it on the counter next to the bottles.
"What are you doing?" Michelangelo asked as he watched Don. Leo and Raph continued to enjoy their little giggle fest.
"Making margaritas." Donatello answered. "Get me the ice will ya?"
"Why?" Michelangelo wondered while he fetched the ice trays. "Can't we just the stuff as is?"
"You can't drink tequila straight from the bottle, it's too strong." Donatello explained while breaking the ice into the blender. "And you need tequila to make the mix taste good."
"Do you know how much of which to put in?" Michelangelo questioned.
Donatello pointed to the side of the margarita mix. "There are directions here." He brought the bottle up close to his face, trying to read the instructions. "Of course, it's a little hard to read." Then he moved it far away from. "Especially with all the words moving around." The purple clad turtle put the bottle down, rubbed his eyes, and picked it up to try to read it again. "Oh well." He shrugged. "I'll just fill the blender up with mix three-fourths of the way and put one-fourth tequila. With the ice in there, the tequila shouldn't be as strong."
"Looks like a slushie." Michelangelo commented when Don finished mixing the drink. He pulled out four glasses and Don poured enough of the red mixture to fill half a glass each.
It was at this time that Raph and Leo finally got over their case of the giggles and they joined their other brothers in on the margaritas. Each turtle picked up a glass and took a gulp.
Michelangelo's glass left his hand and shatters on the floor. "Oh shell." He covered his mouth with one hand and held his stomach with the other as he dashed for the bathroom.
"What'sh with him?" Leonardo asked while wiping his mouth with back of his free hand.
"I think it was the tequila." Donatello's face was all scrunched up and he wiped his tongue on the bottom of his teeth. "It's so strong that the mix doesn't seem to hide its awful taste."
"Aw, Mikey jush can't take it. That'sh all." Raphael smirked. "Dish shtuff is all right."
"Well, I don't like it." Donatello held his cup out to Raph. "You want what's left of mine?"
Raphael took Don's glass. "Shure, why not." He poured what's left into his own cup. "What do ya think of dis stuff Leon?" The red clad turtle asked the blue one.
"I like it." Leonardo replied. "It taish like a bitter shushie."
"Then you two are welcome to what'sh left." Donatello offered. "I'm going to go check on Mikey and then maybe have another one of those wine coolers to wash the taste of the tequila out of my mouth." The purple clad turtle staggered out of the kitchen and goes to the bathroom door. "Hey Mikey, you ok?"
"Yeah." Michelangelo replied. "A false alarm. I felt like I was going to throw up, but I can't." He came out to the door where Don stood. "I don't think I really needed to."
"Well, I'm going to have another wine cooler, you want to have one with me?"
"Yeah, I like that better than that margarita. Maybe you put too much tequila in it."
"Maybe. Or maybe I didn't put in enough mix."
"Or maybe we just don't like it at all."
"That'sh probably it."
"Looks like your shpeech is meshing up too." Michelangelo chuckled.
"It wash bound to happen." Donatello laughed.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen"Bottomish up?" Raphael asked as he held his glass up.
"Of courish." Leonardo knocked glasses with Raph and they both took a large gulp. "You know, I'm really glad you talked me into this." Leo told his brother. "Thankish." He grabbed the blender cup, still full of the red alcoholic drink, and threw an arm around Raph's neck. "Let'sh go out into the living room and drink out there."
Raphael wrapped an arm around Leo's waist "Go idea." The two turtles staggered out of the kitchen and in to the T.V. area, where they both flop onto the couch. Leo placed the blender cup on the coffee table that was in front of the couch.
A/N 2: The party is just about to start and already the turtles are getting a little tipsy. Think they'll have regrets about doing this?
Thanks for reading, until next time.