Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else's.

Title: TMNT: Mafioso.

Rating: T

Pairings: April/Casey…. Cuz they're already together, reviewers can suggest a few other ones.

Genre: Crime/Family…. It can be considered a little bit humor too

Summary: Splinters dead, Michaelangelo is the new leader of the Dragon-Foot clan, Leonardo is a bartender, Raphael is a loan-shark and Donatello's gone rogue turtle. Anything else? Oh, well Casey and April own a nightclub if it means anything….

Coping Method 2: Serving drunks and being a drunk.

"Red-head." A man requested as he sat in a stool in front of the bar; Leonardo nodded and grabbed a glass under the counter, which he then filled with ice and poured in vodka and a little bit of red crush soda. He gave the man his drink, and the man forked over some money to pay.

On Leonardo's name-tag it read Leo O'Neil, but that was to disclose his full first name and his last name, so with Aprils permission he borrowed her maiden name. He worked as a bartender at April and Casey's nightclub the Green Ninja, where they got the name was kind of obvious…. Either that or they were closet Ninjago fans. To hide that he was a turtle to the drunk public, he wore a reaper robe and a scull-like hockey mask courtesy of Casey.

As hard as it was for those who knew Leo to believe, he had given up Ninjitsu, although those few people who did know him knew why.

Feeling bad for Leo's lack of motivation or ambition, April and Casey gave him a job as a bartender hoping it would bring him back into the world of the living. But unfortunately, like the grim reaper he resembled, he was still among the undead. He rarely spoke, he ate only to survive, he expressed no emotion but you could still tell he was sad, and he hadn't even touched his katana in a long time. April was relieved that he kept regular contact with his brothers…. Except for Mike; the moment he would contact Mike is the moment when he decides to commit suicide but there aren't any bridges and/or tall buildings to bail off of.

"Russian." A woman ordered, she wore heavy make-up and winked at him; Leo said nothing, but he mixed her drink and handed it to her, she paid for it, even gave him a little bit of a tip.

The job wasn't so bad – he got a decent pay if you considered that he lived in the sewers so he had no bills to pay except for food (which he didn't buy much of), and he got plenty of tips. And women were constantly throwing themselves at him, something he didn't mind; because many drunk ladies found themselves attracted to the mysterious, silent bartender.

And he was allowed all the drinks he wanted; at closing time, which was dawn, he would drink heavily, drunkenly stumble home but still manage not to be seen because of his past ninja training, and sleep off his drunkness until dusk when he would work again, working off his hang-over. It was a constant cycle, but Leo was all routine.

He would watch as other people had fun – drinking, dancing, hanging with friends and family – and the dull look in his eyes would get a little duller each time.

Although his life was not all darkness – Leo spent much time with the Jones' family, and played with their children; Shadow and Cody Jones, both of which thought of Leonardo as their uncle. He often saw Raph because he frequents the night club too, and though he barely ever saw Don they were still on relatively good terms. But he wasn't on good terms with Mikey; no one besides Don was anymore.

Then again, that was his fault; damn was he regretting it now.

As the nightclub closed down for the day, Leonardo overturned all of the stools onto the countertop and brought out a bottle of cranberry Smirnoff; he simply popped the top off and gulped half of it down in one swig.

Alcohol would not relieve his depression - in fact, he often felt his worse when he was drunk; he did it because he wouldn't remember his bout the next night.

Leonardo sighed as the alcohol effects took over his body - he took another swig. Another swig of sorrows.

Really... Depressing.

I guess I don't like Leo that much... I think he's a douche to be honest.

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