[OOM: In dreams.]

[mnt_raph]

INT. TENT THAT DREAMS OF BEING A STUDIO APARTMENT
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.

Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.

Comments

[mnt_raph]

"What? It was funny."

Oh yeah, he's all twenty shades of innocent here. Uh huh.

"Bet the next time someone tells him to back off he'll listen. It's like a public service or somethin'."

Such a humanitarian.

[capt_angie]

"I'll tell you one thing for certain, Raph, you sure do make life interesting."

[mnt_raph]

"Dirty job, but someone's gotta do it."

He says with a chuckle.

"So I gotta ask, any reason why the rest of the team ain't in here gettin' their aura's polished before the game? Or did I draw the short straw again an' no one's told me?"

[capt_angie]

"You tell me, shell-boy, this is your dream..."

"Might I remind you that the rest of the team don't get into as much trouble as you do when left to your own devices. You're here so I can keep an eye on you. If the others are smart they'll be doing this alone."

[mnt_raph]

He eyes her, which isn't exactly burdensome seeing as she's...well...she's Angie.

"So you're my captain an' my warden now too? That it?"

[capt_angie]

"If that's what it takes for you not to get arrested before a match, then damn right I am!"

[mnt_raph]

He blinks back at her. It's logic he can't really argue with, so he shrugs and continues to relax.

"Gotta say, as joint's go this one's my favorite. If nothin' else it's got a nice view."

[capt_angie]

"Mmmmmm... It is quite nice isn't it?" she says, stretching out, her arms up over her head and arching her back.

[mnt_raph]

Oh...oh that's just mean. Mean and cruel. Cruel and ... wait, was something being narrated here? The train of thought has been broken by the very fit and well proportioned woman in the GOLD FREAKIN' BIKINI.

Raph doesn't mean to stare, he really doesn't. It's just that he's, you know, male and breathing.

The only sound he makes is the one that comes from swallowing hard.

[capt_angie]

Angie shifts onto her side and props herself up on one elbow to look at him.

"Something the matter, Raph?"

[mnt_raph]

He chances one last glance before finding something on the other side of the room to look at. Something that isn't her...or reminiscent of her. A task made really difficult considering this is her tent.

"Not uh, not a damn thing."

[capt_angie]

"Well, you look really tense. Anything I can do to help you... relax?" she asks, giving him a flirtatious smile.

[mnt_raph]

"Tense? Me?"

His attempt at playing cool is thwarted by his voice choosing that very moment to crack.

"Cool as a frickin' cucumber."

A very twitchy cucumber.

[capt_angie]

"Nonsense," she says, getting up and crossing the room to him, her hips swaying in a very alluring manner. "You don't need to act the tough man with me. It's okay to say you're nervous."

She kneels down next to him, put's a hand on his leg and leans in close to his ear to say softly "just let me help you relax..."

[mnt_raph]

She expect him to relax with her hand on his thigh?

When her whisper makes his breath hitch?

When she's so close he can feel the warmth of her body through the ridiculous get up he's currently wearing?

Not likely.

"i...I gotta be honest. You're kinda makin' it so relaxin' is the last thing on my mind."

[capt_angie]

Oh Raph. Raph, Raph, Raph... don't you realise yet that that was the intention?

"Oh yeah?" she asks, and that hand is absently starting to stroke his leg. "So what's the first thing on your mind?"

She's practically daring him to make a move...

[mnt_raph]

If there is one thing Raph has never really been able to say no to, it's a dare. He turns towards her. His voice low, more like a growl than anything else.

"But you've got Harry, and I've got...I've got..."

But there's no name to recall. There's not even a face. There's a place where both should be, but it's blank. As if such an entity couldn't possibly exist here.

[capt_angie]

"Who's Harry?" she whispers, and closes the distance between them, kissing him with an unabated passion.

That's the thing about dreams. All that real life stuff? It doesn't matter. And for a short while you don't have to be alone.

"You've got me."

[mnt_raph]

She makes a very good case. Such a good case that the parts of him that think this could be a very elaborate prank on Angie's part are easily drowned out by the parts of him that just don't care.

"Y'right."

His arms wrap around her, pulling her close.

"I do."