An "Unexplainable" Force (Rick Sanchez X Reader)

Chapter Six

After helping BirdPerson, Squanchy and Rick pack up all of the band equipment, we head to the party room at the venue with a DJ, disco ball suspended from the ceiling, colourful lights, a bar and a all-you-can-eat snack buffet. The four of us enter the room and are greeted by loud disco music and colourful lights entertaining the attendants.

"I'm going to get a drink from the bar, do you want anything?" Rick asks me, getting close to my ear so I can hear him over the blaring music. "I've already asked BP and Squanchy but they don't want one."

"Just a beer please." I smile, putting my lips close to his ear so he can hear my response. Whatever you do, try not to kiss his cheek or bite his ear or anything stupid in that matter!

Rick nods in acknowledgement and walks up to the bar. I walk towards the back of the room and sit on one of the chairs. I've never been one for parties and discos, too much social interaction for my liking. I fiddle around with my fingers as I wait for Rick to arrive with my beer.

It seems like forever where in actuality it had only been, at most, 5 minutes since Rick went to get out drinks. He finally joins back up with me with two pint glasses in his hands and he sits down in the chair next to me, handing me my pint over in the process.

"So, what'd you think?" Rick asks, no need to raise his voice more than he should due to us being further away from the loud music being blared out from the speakers by the DJ.

"It was great! You did really well up there today." I smile at him as I take my pint glass and raise it to my lips. "Honestly, I think that was one of your best performances yet." I take a sip of my beer. "I'm proud of you. I'm proud of all of you."

Rick smirks and takes a gulp of his beer before looking back up at me. "Thanks. It really means a lot... to me and the other two." He leans closer to me, placing his pint down of the small table next to the chairs with my glass already occupying one of the coasters. "And just think, if you'd never bought that part off of me and become friends through that, we would have never met and become as close as we are. I mean, there's a dimension - many in fact - where we'd never met or something caused us to not become friends and I hate to think how dull it is."

"Rick stop, you're going to make me cry you fucking jerk." I gently push him and the two of us laugh. There's a silence and I know exactly how to fill it. I grab my bag and open the zip. "Oi, douchebag, do you want some?" I ask Rick as I hold two blunts of weed that I brought with me with one angled more to him.

"Is that a rhetorical question? Of course I do." He takes the blunt from my hand and I light mine and his straight after. "How come your weed is always better than mine?"

"Because it's mine. Mine is always better. And that applies to anything." I giggle.

"Oh boy do I know how true that is." Rick eyes me up and down and I know exactly what I'm in for. "You're so precious when you squirm and adjust yourself in your seat, you know exactly what I'm planning... don't you?"

I say nothing in response, only taking a huge swig of my beer, practically finishing it, and crossing my legs as I take in the aroma of the weed.

This is going to be good...

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A/n:

Hello!! I am alive still. I'm sorry it took a while to update and it's only a short chapter but I'm getting back into the swing of things so I can finally keep this going.
Next chapter is going to get a lil' ✨spicy✨

Love,
Bisexual Urie💚💙