TMNT OneShots

We Can Blame It On The Alcohol...... [Casael]

((This is for my little pup SandyGraves. Hope you like it!!!! Sort it's so short. >.< I like it. Hope you do!!))

Casey...

It's just hanging out, bust some virtual heads, toss back a few beers, so why am I practically sweating through my leather jacket?, I thought to myself, a white knuckled grip on my 'cycle's handles. Sliding under the tarp and following the twisting cement towards the lair, I took a few calming breaths and kicked the motor off as I pulled onto the usually-full concrete platform, setting the kickstand in place with a confident smile, pulling the hairtie from my hair and walking towards the sound of an already a hollering Raphael. 

"Ya stupid bastard! I told ya, no jumpin' ass-- oh, Hey Case." He greeted me in the middle of a rant into his headset, muting the game and chuckling. I offered a lopsided grin and flopped beside him, snagging a longneck out of the six pack that sat untouched beside him. "Ready to kick some ass?" He chuckled, snagging his own beer and tossing my controller over. I retrieved my controller and headset, taking a healthy swig from the glass bottle before joining in to the melee. Immediately, the game got heated and screams echoed in both ears-- left was Raph, bitching at the online players, right was the online players bitching at Raph. Cackles followed each insult and kill, each word coming from Raph sounding more slurred by the second. The red team(Myself, Raphael, and some other punk who just camped the whole time) came out as victorious. 

"How about we put up for a little bit, Drunkie?" I suggested, waving a hand at the movement sensitive station and tossing the controller back to it's place and finishing off my fourth beer. Raph's had a whole six pack to himself, and that was just while I was here. He'd probably been drinking since noon, but that was normal when Sensei and his brothers were gone. His response was a lascivious grin and an empty bottle hitched over his shoulder towards his room. Instantly, images ran through my mind, none of them appropriate for our younger audience. Let's just say it involved the removal of clothes on my part. 

But of course, as always, I was the mature one(I know, weird sentence. Me, Casey Jones, mature?). I led him towards the couch and cleaned up the empty boxes and bottles, checking in the fridge and grabbing myself another beer. Coming back into the living room, I plopped back down on the other end of the couch, my brows drawn as i saw the beg, bad turtle look at me with round, sad amber eyes. 

"Case, we're close, right?" He asked, an edge of pain slipping into his voice. I leaned back, my hand tensing imperceptibly on the bottle. 

"'Course we are. We're best friends, man." I said, a forced smile slipping onto my face. Then, oddly enough, he looked towards the kitchen, giving a hurt scoff and voicing something I'd thought so many times it had turned into a mantra. 

"Yeah....just best friends. Case, what if 'best friends' wasn't enough?" He muttered. I had a split second to open my mouth with an answer before I saw the emerald terrapin set down his beer and lean forward. A second had passed and we were inches apart, his amber orbs boring into my chocolate ones searching frantically, and seeming to find what he was looking for. He leaned back with a contented smile. "I want more, Casey. I can see it in your eyes, ya do too. Don't lie, either. I've been your best friend for eight years. Hell, I was the first person ya came out to." A shake of his head as I scrambled into what could technically be called an 'upright' position. I wanted more. More than he knew. But he was just drunk and lonely... Right? I looked at him, saw the real impatience and hurt in his face. I suppose it was all right, even just for the night.
I leaned forward and smiled, pressing my lips against his. He was surprised for a moment, as if he hadn't expected me to accept it. 

"I love you, Raph. So much..."

"I love you too, Case. More than you know."

Just for tonight, we can have this.
Just for tonight.
And if anyone asks?

We can blame it on the alcohol....