((Authors note: Any instances of non-standard spelling, grammar or punctuation are hereby declared as intentional and should be considered jokkes. Enjoy))
Beer, Park Benches and Knickers
Racing down the street his feet pounded hard on the sidewalk, the hot air searing his lungs with each panting breath. Donatello’s legs complained painfully as he pushed himself harder, desperate to put as much distance between himself and the quivering hulk hot on his heels. In a last ditch effort to lose his assailant Donatello ducked into a side alley. Skidding to a halt he collapsed against the side of a near by dumpster. Breathing through his mouth to escape the terrible stench he squeezed his eyes shut, straining to hear above the droning hum of several flies he listened as the man’s thunderous footfalls melted into the distance. Sweating profusely, his clothes clung to his skin with the summer night’s heat. Donatello removed his cap; wiping the few remaining beads of perspiration on his forehead with the back of his wrist he allowed a sigh to escape him. Somehow he had the feeling the worst was yet to come. The hard part was not over yet, not by a long shot. He still had to face his amused brothers and their inevitable torturous ribbing. Yes, the worst was yet to come! Swatting at the few flies that had buzzed a little too close for comfort, Donatello replaced his cap and scrabbled to his feet. Checking the coast he stepped out onto the lamp-lit street again, hunched shoulders and a bowed head he strode off in the direction of the park.
“Oh that is a shame.” Jesse said leaning against Raphael’s legs. “We thought you guys might want to finish our little game.”
Michaelangelo propped himself up on his elbows. “That’s right! We never did get to finish that.”
Leonardo shook his head and lent forward. “No, we’re deep in trouble as it is Mikey!” He folded his arms and sat back. “Besides, we don’t have a bottle.”
“That’s okay,” Claire said as she flopped down next to Michaelangelo. “We could move things onto the next level.”
“Next level?” Michaelangelo wrinkled his forehead as he turned the words over in his mind.
“A little harmless fun.” Kristy beamed leaning against the bench, “girls verses guys like the last time. You’ll love it!”
“Please?” Jesse pleaded rubbing her hand up the inside of Raphael’s leg. “We could start as soon as your friend gets here.”
Donatello’s stomach lurched as he neared the bench, he could just feel the bottom dropping out of his world as he caught sight of the small gathering. Swallowing down his apprehension he continued towards the group.
“Speak of the devil.” Raphael smiled as he noticed his brother’s approach.
“Hey Donny!” Michaelangelo perked up, “did you get her to model it for you?” Raphael and Michaelangelo dissolved into fits of laughter, leaving Donatello to scowl at them.
“You think you’re so funny.” He groused, ramming his hands deep into his jean pockets.
“Ahh.” Michaelangelo sighed, wiping a tear from his eye. “Look who we bumped into. It’s the gals from the movies!” He enthused.
“Spanking.” Donatello said, keeping all enthusiasm out of his voice.
“Yeah, they want us to continue their little game.” Raphael said the last words slowly, “you up for it?”
“Another time maybe,” Donatello tugged nervously at his collar. “Right Leo?”
“Yes Leo! Join the Dork Side.” Michaelangelo wheezed through his hands. Leonardo shifted uncomfortably under Jesse’s long legs. “We’d better get going guys, Splinter will be worried.”
“C’mon Leo.” Raphael snorted. “You know as well as I do he told us to get out and not come back for a while.”
“I don’t think he meant for us to go out and get into even more trouble!” Leo growled raising his voice slightly. “We’re going home! Got that?” He jabbed a finger at his own temple. Raphael stood up from the bench. “Yeah right Leo, I’ll do what I want.” He said turning to glare at his seated brother.
“You always do.” Donatello moaned.
“Who asked you?” Raphael spat.
Jesse swung her legs off of Leonardo’s lap and sat up straight.
“Don’t fight guys.” She said, twirling her long black hair around her fingertips. “If you don’t want to play, that’s fine. But at least walk us poor defenceless girls home first.”
“Whadda ya say?” Michaelangelo asked as he watched Raphael, Jesse and the other girls walk off into the distance.
“I’d say she’s about as defenceless as a porcupine in a nudist colony.” Donatello said looking down at his brother.
“Come on.” Leonardo said, starting after them. “We’d better go and get him back.”
Michaelangelo bound after his brother. “Or at least keep him out of trouble.”
((Any ideas, or evil ways to get the guys into even more trouble would be gratefully appreciated. Come on, put those thinking caps on!))