“Molly...?” Donatello pushed open the utility door to the roof. The party at April’s house had, in polite terms, spiraled out of control shortly after Mikey had gotten his hands on the eggnog. Within minutes, the term ’normal’ had no place in the apartment. Namely, Mikey and Leo, of all people, had begun a Just Dance battle that was still in full swing, with the remainder of the guests taking sides, and bets, on who would win. At some point, Molly had excused herself, and had not returned. He knew that she wasn’t comfortable with loud, disturbing displays of teenage debauchery , but he hadn’t realised that she wasn’t coming back until Mikey had picked ‘ET’, and he realised that she wasn’t singing along.
So he had pulled on a jacket, and headed for the roof.
The gently drifting flakes of snow fluttered to the rooftop, forming a blanket of pure whiteness. Of course, Molly was easy to find against this backdrop; the
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