Twenty-sixth Theory [Action]

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[Don has been in Luceti for seven months now, but there are still some places he has not yet visited. Tonight, he's crossing one of those places off his list.]

[After leaving a note for his housemates, he heads to Good Spirits to see what kind of novel entertainments it might offer. He's not usually interested in alcohol, but tonight he might just be in the mood for a few drinks. He might even feel like firing up the jukebox and dancing like a fool. And, if any fellow patron should happen to suggest some other previously-untried-but-potentially-fun activity, he might just go along with it.]

[Drink with him? Dare him to do something? Or just watch from that shadowy booth in the corner?]

((There is a reason for the insanity, I promise. Please encourage him to do things he normally wouldn't!))

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[i_speak_softly]

[There's an even chance that someone's journal has turned itself on and is recording this for everyone to see.]

Okay. Whose. Whose turn is it - for the couch.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Mine. [Or Don's. Who cares, Raph's claiming it because it's there. He breaks free of Don to half-crawl across the living room and faceplant into the couch cushions, groaning at the way the room spins.]

[after-march.livejournal.com]

Come on, Donnie. Bed. [April gently pushes Don toward Raphael's room. Before heading to the kitchen to get glasses of water. Better the water is within easy reach of the two hurting turtles so they don't have to stumble around looking for it.]

[i_speak_softly]

[If you insist, Raph. Don lets himself be directed into the bedroom, where he promptly collapses on the bed. He's done for the night.]

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[FINALLY they are in bed. After double checking that her friends each had a glass of water at hand and making sure the blankets were tucked, April slowly makes her way to her own bed, falling asleep rather quickly. Adventures in Turtlesitting has entered a new era, apparently.]