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April O'Neil	3:45 pm on a Friday. April had gotten off of work about two hours ago and she'd ridden her bike back home and taken a shower, gotten dressed and gone out to get some food from the little corner grocery across from her mother's closed-down antique shop beneath her apartment. April wandered around inside the grocery store with her eyes browsing the goods. She'd decided on a couple of sandwiches wrapped up in plastic, some achips and a bottle of water for herself... and a six pack of beer for Casey. The redhead then went on her way to his shop down the street a couple of blocks and around the corner. April had seen Casey here and there most of her life, but she'd never really spoken to him up until the events of last year, he'd become a good close friend since then. Even if he sometimes infuriated her and made her not want to talk to him for days at a time. She kept coming back though, at least so far. With two plastic grocery bags, the redhead approached his mechanic shop. She was wearing a red tshirt and blue jeans, her yellow jacket was tied around her waist.
Casey Jones	The other guys are meatheads. Of course they are. They also let Casey know she's coming with some catcalls. Tame catcalls, but little wolf whistles and playful teasing about fries with shakes and if the legs go all the way up. Tame stuff, by meathead standards. Its a weird juxtaposition. The guys act like the seventies and the sexual revolution never happened, even as they work on cars that are little more than computers on wheels. They are busy today.     "Lookit dis." Casey must have had a couple of beers with lunch; his accent is a little exaggerated as he gestures to one of his guys. "Dis fuel filter? Its filthy! And not in the good way! We -said- we changed dis last time he was here. I don't run no crooked shop. Now, you tell me dis was a mistake? Look me in the eye, and you tell me?"     The new guy obliges. "It's a mistake Mister Jones." he admits. "I must have forgot. We've been really busy, and I wanted to get car--"     Casey's left hand taps the mechanic on the face. "It's -Casey- ya lunk, but I believe ya. Mistakes, they happen! Be more careful!"     It's forgiven. Casey turns and he sees a little redhead in jeans, and he smiles. he starts to push his hair back, but he stops himself. The lunk saunters on over towards her. "Well ain'tcha look'in pretty, sweetcheeks?" He asks, grinning despite himself. "Need me to air up the tires on your bike?" He makes it sound dirty.
April O'Neil	April wasn't really bothered by catcalls from guys, she knew these guys were just joking around and in a scenario like this it was almost flattery really, as good a flattery as these guys were capable of affording her anyway. If she were in a bad mood it might be the wrong thing to do to her, but she was in a good mood at the present. "Hey." April said at Casey after overhearing his conversation when she walked up. "Tough day?" She asked him, a smile on her lips that were glossed lightly in a pink shade. "Left the bike at home, it needs some new parts... but, the tires are fine." April lifted the bags up then and showed them off, hanging from her curled fingers. "Brought you some eats." She said cheerily.
Casey Jones	"My favorite." Casey agrees. "Good eats." His grin quirks a little broader. His hands settle right on her derriere, getting her pants her dirty. He tries to haul her up for a long, inappropriate kiss. There are some hoots. He tastes like beer and toothpaste. Something about the hockey makes him really care about his oral health.     He twirls her about once, and then swats her derriere with affection. "USDA Prime." he whispers to her, making it sound like a compliment, but to the lunk, it is. "I would love to eat with you." he offers her his arm. "Back later, boys!" He guides the lady into the office. He doesn't lower the blinds on the garage-facing window. "I love it when you visit." He tells her. "Food is good. You are better, princess."
April O'Neil	April happily returned the kiss because again, good mood equals compliant April. She didn't really have any idea that he just left a hand print on the ass of her jeans though, and probably wouldn't until some lughead commented on it which could be any minute around here! "Oh stop." She said back at him after the USDA Prime bit, but she still grinned and would follow him into the office. April would walk over to a chair and set the bags down on the desk in the office. She'd start to pull the items out and separate them for the two of them. April lifted up the six pack of his favorite beer and she smiled past it at him. "See?" She said. "Aren't I the greatest?"
Casey Jones	"Babydoll!" Casey is a man of simple pleasures. "It ain't our anniversary is it?" he starts to count on his fingers. Literally, he counts on his fingers. He remembers the day though. "Nope, still two weeks!" He reaches over to the calendar and points at the red circled day. On it, in his big, blocky handwriting, it reads '1 Year ApriL!'.     This is effort from Casey.     "I ain't complaining, gorgeous, but what prompted dis? You get another milestone from the goobs and nerds on the computer? I tell ya, wear a little less and more people will watch. Look'n is free!"     His features soften. "I shouldn't say dat. I'm sorry. Yer smart and alla that. If more people paid attention to ya, this would be a better place. Sometimes, I think you do more with your channels than I do with my bat!" he pauses, and grins at her. "Then, I come to my senses." he teases.
April O'Neil	April's internet work actually fed a lot of info TO Casey's 'Bat Work'. Those nerds and weirdos on the internet were giving them a lot of good leads, even if there were fake leads or joke leads mixed in there as well too... thats the internet afterall. "Awww, thats so sweet." The redhead said after seeing what he'd written on the calendar. She walked over to it and eyed it for a moment before turning to him and smiling at what he just said also. She leaned in to kiss his cheek and then she shoved his beer into hsi chest. "You've come a long way, Casey Jones... From the slob, sexist, manboy I met back then." She teased him before going to seat herself on the corner of the desk and picked up her wrapped up sandwich that she started to pick at the plastic on. "You know I can't show off cleavage and such... that gets you banned online. Women were doing it all the time, back in the day... so they threw down harsh rules on it."
Casey Jones	"Baby. I would watch your cleavage all day." That is still the romantic stuff he says. But, it means more than it sounds. He pauses. "I left a hand print on yer ass. I am sorry, April!" e goes looking for a clean rag. "And I am still a sexist, just less of a slob and a I was never a manboy!" He squints at her for a minute before laughing. "But I gotta admit, you worked really hard on smoothing out the rougher spots on my personality."     Casey has to puzzle through that. "Which, you know? I am still me. I am still gonna kick in someone's teeth, maybe cave in a head, but you know? it ain't -too much- for you to ask me to not wear my boots in after do'in that, and it ain't too much for me to put my beer on a coaster too." He looks at her crosswise. "But I am still gonna put my feet up on the table, sweetcheeks."
April O'Neil	April sat on the corner of his desk, perched there with her right foot up off the ground and her left still planted on the sole of her yellow/black running shoe. She just grinned at what he said and softly shook her head side to side. "You're a poet and a scholar, Casey Jones." She told him, looking up at him with a smile. "Speaking of kicking heads in... Raph wanted to talk to you as soon as possible. I bet he stops by here after sun down. He's anxious to get out and do whatever the hell it is that the two of you do... I just hope you don't get anyone killed... especially yourselves." April looked back down at her sandwhich, finally getting the damn wrapper loosened enough that she could peal it open.
Casey Jones	"I ain't neither." Casey counters. "I'm a lunk who got lucky that a beautiful girl like you likes dumb jocks." Casey smiles at her. "I didn't know I liked smart chicks. I do." Casey seems happy. He grins a the prospect of the ultraviolence though. "Yeah. Raph has got some ideas about a local gang. Gonna go hang out at that green grocer you tipped us off on, and we'll see if they are moving products out the back that you can't buy at the front." He leans over and looks her in the eyes. His brown eyes are alight. Whether at her, at the idea of stomping someone's face, or both. "Ain't nobody tougher than your man, April." He promises. "I'll be home, and we'll get some practice in for our anniversary!"
April O'Neil	April picked at her sandwich a bit before trying a bite and then taking a drink from her peach tea she'd bought. She shook her head softly at what he said and looked down at her food while replying. "You're not dumb." She told him softly. "You just have been raised in a place that makes you feel like you are, but you're not." She looked up at him and showed him a little half smile. April's sky blue eyes just stared at him. "I wanna go with you guys." She told him then, reaching for a potato chip from the little bag of them she'd bought too. "I wanna take some pictures and video of it, so I can show it online. I was working with this Cop the other day... on a murder near Angelo's Pizza. Some guys got their heads smashed in by a... toilet. Like a whole toilet was smashed over both of their noggins." April shook her head. "If they're connected, it could help me get the police off their asses and actually arrest some people."
Casey Jones	"Well." Crap. Casey looks at her and swallows. SHe's giving him the eye. His left hand pushes through his hair, getting that dirty. He stomps a couple of steps away, then back over to her. His hand settles on her knee. "I..."     He's upset. That turns to anger in a hurry. He's been trying to not let it. Not at her. Casey shakes his head. "I.. it's a bad idea. You are noisy, and if you got hurt I'd be.. I'd be really lost!" He slams his fist into the desk, rattling it obnoxiously. Never close to her though Never, ever a fist near her. He's a palooka, not a man who beats his woman. Yes, there is plenty wrong with her being his, but he tries to treat her well.     His hands smooth back his now dirty hair, "-But!-" he points a finger skywards. "I.. won't say no!" He looks upset, but he's a little mad, but not so mad he is not working on it. "You gotta a point about the cops. If you -promise- me, you will be quiet, and if it goes south the last I see of you is your plump ass running away from trouble and you wear the little lacy thing with the tiger stripes when we get home? Deal, sweetcheeks?"
April O'Neil	April watched him when he got mad, she hadn't thought about upsetting him by mentioning murders n their neighborhood, she always underestimated how much that stuff upset him... She frowned then and reached out to place her hand on his shoulder. "If it helps, they were gangsters. They weren't innocents or nothin'. They were from that exclusive club over on Michaels street, you know, Heights Casino? You tried to join them back in February to find out what was going on inside and they turned you away." April raised her drink up toward her lips and smirked some then. "I'll be quiet, and if I get you trouble... you and Raph that is... I'll wear whatever you want me to wear. Or, as little as you want me to wear." She then smiled at him with a bit more tease behind it before taking a sip of her drink. "Anyway, just... breathe and relax, we'll take care of it all. Cause we're awesome."
Casey Jones	His breathing is a little elevated. He is upset, but he's managing. His head gives a little nod at that. "I know." he agrees. "You always do." He agrees. "S'just about." he makes a face. "I got alla dees feel'ns and I don't know what to say, so I wants to just hit something 'till I feel better." That is... not healthy at all.     He seems to know that much. She's taught him that much. "Honestly? You are just gonna show up anyways!" He says with a frown. "So better to know where you are, and that you are safe." He rubs at his face. "No yellow tonight." He tells her with a little tease. "No bright colors, okay?" He rubs at his face, surpressing that annoyance. "Definitely the heels." He decides. If Mikey could hear them, the kid might die. "You know the pair."
April O'Neil	April would grin playfully back at him and she'd slowly nod her head a couple of times. "You know me too well now, cause yeah... I was gonna go either way." She let her grin grow in strength for a moment before she reached out to him and stroked his bicep. "We really need t'get you like a bigger punching bag or something... something that lets you get this anger outta your system more efficently." April would take another sip from her drink and she'd nod her head. "I'll wear black, I'll leave the yellow at home... but i'm not wearing heels to a sneaking party." She said at him in a teasing way, flashing him another grin. "Think I make a lot of noise in sneakers? You should see me try to be stealthy in heels, its a disaster party." April would pull one of his beers out of the case and stuff it into his hand. "Drink up, so you can nice and sloshed when we go." She was definitely NOT being serious about that!
Casey Jones	"Yadda yadda yadda." Casey barks back. "you know what I meant." he pops the top on the beer. 'Don't mind if'n I do." He admits as he lifts it up. he takes a long swallow from the can. "Okay, okay, okay. You and I? This? This was was progress. I got mad and I only punched a desk. you told the truth." he leans over to give her his beer, so he can capture her hand and give her a really long kiss. He leaves a couple of more handprints on her. Rather suggestive ones at that before taking his beer back.     "I don't deserve you, sweetcheeks." he allows, quietly.