(No one's POV)

April walks off to her room, stumbling and tripping on the way. Donnie had tried to convince her to let him help, but his attempts were shrugged off. Minutes later, she came back with a large box of Heinekens. Something is not right in her eyes.

"What in the world are you doing?" Don yells, gesturing to the box.

April just picks up the green glass bottle and hands it to Don. "No need to yell, this'll take off the edge."

"April, that's illegal. We're minors." Don points out, placing the bottle on the counter.

"You are fifteen and you drive without a license. I'm not sure we are picture-perfect citizens." April says, popping off the cap of a beer.

"That's different." Donnie says, feeling as if he is losing the battle.

April takes a huge swig and gives Don the puppy dog eyes. She sticks out her lower lip and lets it tremble just a bit.
"I just want you to have fun." Her voice sounds so innocent. What are the injections doing to her?

"April....." His voice sounds strained. How could he say no to her? Not once did it cross his mind that April was acting like this because of all the shots she had been given.

"C'mon, just a sip." April throws her arms around Don and persists.

"Well....." Donnie relents and takes a time sip, nothing more than a teaspoon.

"Its like this, watch and learn." April takes another giant swig and laughs.

Even though it tasted weird, Don takes another small sip. Well, he plans for it to be a small sip. April pushes the bottle up as he drinks, forcing alcohol down his throat. She smiles ear to ear and grabs another bottle. Within minutes, the two are dead drunk.

"I looove you. Ever shince the day we firsht met." Don slurs, giving April a bear hug.

"Meeeee toooo." April is spinning around on the lab chair, giggling when she gets dizzy.

"What going on in here?" Master Splinter walks in, as he has not seen the two all day. Glancing at the half-empty bottles that surrounds the room, he can take a guess at what has happened.

"Shhhplinter!! Ieee can explaain." Don tries to get up, but his lack of control sends him straight to the floor. "Ooooooooow." He mutters, not even trying to get up.

Splinter sighs, this definitely reminds him of the old days he had spent with Saki. As teenagers, they were often in the same situation themselves.

Splinter gets moving, and spends the rest of his day holding his two student's heads above the toilet seat. These were happy days, huh.