*Outside of Milliways*

[mnt_raph]

*They walk out the front door and are instantly in what could be any random New York alley circa 1995, save for the fact that there isn't a fire escape in sight. The walls that make up the alley are at least five stories straight up. Raph immediately begins to fish around in one of the thigh pockets of his cargo pants. He removes a pair of fingerless leather gloves with spikes on the palms. Once he has them secured he turns to Penny*

Ready?

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[mnt_raph]

*He chuckles*
I'm a ninja, I don't play fair.

*He looks from her to the bottle of tequila. It's mocking him, he can tell.*

There's evil behind that grin, I can tell.
*and yet he holds out his shot glass again*

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Ok, mr. ninja, but remember I'm a groupie I don't play fair either
*pours both glasses full, drinks her and refills it* there you have the upperhand.
It wasn't evil,

[mnt_raph]

Groupie, I thought you were a Bandaid?
*Raises eyebrows*

You're gonna out drink me in Tequila and then try and convince me you're not evil? Riiiight.

*shoots second shot and holds glass out for more*




[ooc: crap on a crutch. I have to jet. I'm leaving for Los Angeles in the morning, and my mother is sleeping in my computer room. Nutbunnies.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

groupie/bandaid, its the same.
you don't think I'm evil.
*fills his glass* I'm staying so should I ask whereI'm sleeping before I drink anymore?

[ooc:okay, we can finish this later, she's stuck up there anyway...]

[mnt_raph]

no. I don't really think you're evil.
*empties his glass*

sure g'head.
*smirks*

Oh you want me to answer now. Heh.
Seems to me that standard operatin' procedures apply here. You take the bed, I'll crash on the floor.


[ooc: I feel bad though, cause I won't be back until monday and I hate the idea of leaving you high and dry. Should you get to the point where you are sick of waiting, you can God Raph into bringing you back down to the bar.]