Pretty In Pink

Note: This takes place in the new TMNT show, and it's purely fun, I just couldn't help it I mean, those two do spend a lot of time together.

Moving the manhole cover aside the buff human dropped down into the sewers. Quickly locating the tunnel that would lead him to his destination in the growing darkness. As Casey neared the door he smiled, looking forward to another night on the town with Raphael. Making sure to knock before entering in order to forego another run in with Splinter.

"Yo, Raph, Mikey? Anyone home?"

The sound of the television drew his attention, going over Casey vaulted over the couch, landing next to a surprised Raph.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have some street slime to beat in?"

Casey grinned, "Nah, they cost too much."

Chuckling at the joke, Raphael reached for the remote and grabbed air as Caseys hand shot out and grabbed it first.

"Hey! Give that back!"

He waved the remote in his fingers, finding it suddenly very interesting.

"I don't think I will. Besides, who wants to stay inside when there is sooo much to do outside?"

Raphael made a grab for the remote, ending up sprawled acrossed Casey's lap, who pushed him onto the floor.

"Don't you think that's being a bit presumptuous? We haven't even had a first date yet."

Growling, Raph settled for sitting on the floor.

"Come on Raph, we never go out anymore."

He punched Casey in the leg, " 'S cause there's nuthin' to do."

Casey shrugged, stood up and left, taking the remote with him. Leaving Raphael staring after him. I can't believe he just did that! Standing he groaned. Of all the times for me to stay home for supper, it had to be the night this lunatic showed up. Grabbing his coat, he took off after him, hearing an off-key song reverberating off the walls.

"Ohhhhh, I want to be an Oscar Myner wiener, that is what I truly want to beeeee.Cause If I were an Oscar miner weeeeiiiiner, everyone would beee in love with me"

"There is something seriously wrong with that guy." He muttered, following the sound as it seemed to grow lighter as he turned a corner.

He found Casey waiting for him at the entrance of the warehouse, finishing up on the song, smiling at him the whole time.

"Eeeeeevvvvveeeeroooooneeeee wooooooouuuuulllld beeeeee iiiiiin loooooooovvvve wiiiiiiittttthhhh meeeeeee!!!!!"

Raphael had to stop himself from flinching at the smile Casey gave him.

"You've finally cracked."

"Ah come on Raphy, don't be such a spoil sport."

He brushed aside the arm Casey laid acrossed his shoulders. "Don't call me Raphy.. Jeez, what are you on? Crack?"

Prancing around to look at the turtle on his toes he grinned again and shook his head.

"Nope! But I know something you don't know."

"Dude, you are seriously freakin' me out here."

Walking over to Raphael Casey leaned in and whispered something in his ear. Listening to the whispered words made Raphael stare at Casey in shock and almost punch him.

"That's it! I'm leaving!" But a hand on his arm made him stop. "Please don't go, not yet. The fun hasn't even started." Casey pleaded.

The turtle eyed him warily. "What fun?"

Tugging on his arm harder, Raphael finally obliged out of sheer curiosity. Stepping outside he followed Casey. Quickly recognizing where they were going.

"Why we going back to your place? I thought you wanted to get out."

He turned to look at Raphael, a mysterious twinkle in his eye, "You'll see."

Starting to feel a little uneasy, he started to make up excuses in his head. I have trainingthat won't work. Splinter didn't want me outoh yeah like that's believabledamn!

"Casey, I gotta go." Best way it the blunt way.

Caseys face fell, and Raphael thought he looked close to tears. Whoa, talk about yer mood swings.

"Fine, fine, just don't go all Niagara on me,"

Visibly happier, Casey opened the door to his apartment, pushing Raphael in front of him and bowed, holding open the door. "Ladies first."

Grumbling, Raph pushed past him, heading straight for the door marked 417, tapping his foot impatiently outside while Casey fiddled with the lock, finally getting the door opened. Going inside and collapsing onto the worn couch he looked up at Casey, who was towering over him.

"Uh, Cas? What now?" There's that glint again.man, should I even be here?

Going to the fridge he brought out a bottle and tossed it to Raphael, who caught it and read the label.

"Jack Danielsnice choice, so is your plan to get me hammered?"

"Nope, just relax," Flopping down beside the turtle, he pulled out the remote and used it to turn on his own T.V.

"That's why I love Donnie, it's a universal remote."

"And why, might I ask, did you need my remote?"

He shrugged, "The batteries went dead in mine."

With a sigh, Raphael opened the bottle of Jacks, taking a long drink before setting it down, the large bottle already almost half - empty. He smiled as the liquor went straight to his head, and burned in the pit of his stomach. Casey watched him with a knowing smile on his face as he took a small sip of his own drink. Pretty soon he could tell Raphael had passed his limit.

"Hey Raph."

Slow eyes turned to look at him, "Yeah?"

"Have you an' April everyou know?"

Raphael stared at him for a moment as the words sunk in before widening his eyes in shock.

"Hell no! Jeez Casey she's like our sister!"

"So does that mean you're into guys?"

Choking on his drink, Raphael wiped at his mouth, "Fuck Cas, what the hell are you talkin' about?!"

Moving a little closer, he shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno Raph, you just seem solike you might be inta experimentin' "

Not knowing where the conversation was going but not having a feeling he wouldn't like it he inched away.

"No.why would you say that?"

Casey inched closer "I dunno, all those muscles, that red bandana, and the fact that you're a turtleit could be a little fun."

"what could be a little fun?"

Setting his empty bottle on the floor, Casey leaned in and whispered the tune in his ear again. Making Raphael jump, and spill his drink over himself.

"Why so jumpy? Come sit back and relax. I won't bite."

When he finally, and nervously sat down again he caught the tail end of Caseys words. "Unless you want me too."

"Okay that's it! I'm leaving!" Standing up quickly again, he watched as the room spun around him again, and he fell down. "Or, maybe I won't." He realized that Casey was supporting him, and they moved back over to the couch.

"I don't think you should go home tonight, I mean, what would Splinter say if I sent back his son like this?"

"Throw him back?"

He shook his head, "Alright buddy, come with me, you can sleep in my room, I'll take the couch."

Still supporting him, Casey moved him into his room. Raphael put a hand on his head in a futile attempt to make the room stop spinning. He could hear Casey very faintly telling him something, and hen felt something being pulled over him. I must be in bed, and that must be the sheets. He felt something else, but he didn't care. He must be taking off my shoes. As Raphael slowly slipped into sleep, he realized something. I don't wear shoes.

A/N

Anyone like it? Wanna find out what happens in the morning? Then tell me, and I'll write the next part up for you.