Tᴜʀᴛʟᴇs Rᴜsʜ Iɴ (TMNT '16) ❪✘❫

02 || 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌

January

Christmas and New Year's is over.

Driving in her old vehicle, the young woman named Grayson Fuentez drove from Mexico to the border where she continued to drive into America, her destination; Las Vegas. Her dual citizenship allowed her to go back and forth between both countries. She loved rolling her window down and feeling the wind rush through her hair, the warmth also brushing her face. Just before she crossed the border of Arizona and Nevada, she dug through her glove box for a quarter. As soon as she makes it to the middle of the dam, she tosses it over, making a wish every single time. She smiled as she gripped the steering wheel, eager that this wish would come true.

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Soon after being notified about going to Las Vegas, Donnie caught the earliest flight possible after packing up his bags. He was at the construction site he was assigned and walked out of the portable office, one of his female coworkers, Sandra following after him with papers in her hands. Donnie was getting into his vehicle, a customized Mustang Convertable that fit his body and shell. "Donnie, it's a family business. Everyone in town is trying to steal this guy. You're wasting your time."

"That's why I want him," Don says to her, opening the car door. "Great week, guys! Thanks for the hustle!" He shouts at his workers.

Sandra kept speaking. "Okay, well, your furniture is in, I got you some groceries. Are you sure you wouldn't be happier to stay in any of the hotels?"

Don kindly refused. "No, it's okay. Too many distractions." He slips into his car and immediately feels the seats scorching his rear. "Ow! Ah! Hot, hot, hot!" he hopped out quickly, slamming the door in frustration. "It's January for goodness sake!"

After Donnie wrapped up his day on the site, he went to one of the local restaurants to see if any foods sparked his interest in the club he was building here. He had about a dozen or more plates on the table, testing each one and writing down important notes about each dish. They were either too salty, spicy, too original or just not feeling the taste. But he did manage to select a few options. As he sipped on a beer, he began to feel it was time for him to use the restroom. Once he took a look at the line, he knew he would be standing there for a while. "Aw, man..."

Standing right near the bathroom is Grayson Fuentes. She made it back to Las Vegas safely and the first thing she wanted to do was call her family on a payphone that was still hung up in this restaurant. "Chuy! I'm not ready for marriage. And--And I love you, but I don't love you like that! And I really think we should see other people." She paused. "What do you think?" Gray plugged one of her ears to hear her family and friends on the other end of the phone. "Lose the part about seeing other people, yeah, I think you're right. Yes, I'm sure. My great-grandmother says that I should wait for a sign, and remember that necklace he got me for Christmas? Well, it broke! Listen, I gotta pee! I'll tell you everything when I get home, okay?" She was beginning to do a little potty dance the more she stayed on the phone. "Lanie! I haven't stopped since Nogales, okay? I gotta go, bye!" She slammed the phone back on the wall.

Once she set her eyes on the line of the bathroom, she breathed out, knowing she would be waiting for a long time with a full bladder. She looked at the front of the line and noticed Donatello. Grayson remembers seeing his brothers on TV, announcing to the country that they would be part of the human race, living among them with normal lives. She couldn't believe one of the mutants was standing here with her. She clears her throat, nervous about speaking a word, but she has to try. "Excuse me, I was here," Gray said to Donnie, who was leaning against the wall.

The turtle smiled at her with a small laugh. He knows what she's trying to do; to get her spot back in line. "I think I would have noticed that."

"No," Gray said with a smile. "You see, I was on the phone and the line moved. And I couldn't move with it because the cord wouldn't stretch that far." She let out a cute giggle.