Miami Rick | Pocket Morty's

You got fired from your work about a week ago, you worked in a lousy corner grocery store in Morty town, you were somewhat okay with your position and line of work since the only people ever coming in were Morties who didn't talk to you a lot, they always waddled in and bought some snacks or just handed you a signed paper by their rick, allowing them to buy alcohol for him, the work was easy enough and the pay was below decent, So why did you even get fired in the first place?, oh yeah..That drunk rick.

"On one of your late night's you had a Rick come in, he was drunk as hell and he kept slurring his insults toward you, things led to another and next thing you knew..the guy was being taken out of the store by a group of Rick Medics, followed by some Morty helpers, that night you got fired on the spot, thinking about it now..what you did propably wasn't worth it, but how long can a Ricks Patience really last?.

Today the realization of it all hit you extra hard, so as anyone would..you decided to drink it off, finding a place was easy enough since there was only one proper bar in the entire Citadel, when you walked in the loud music quickly hit you, the place was full of different type of Rick's from whatever dimensions, you sat down to a empty booth in the corner as you ordered a few drinks, the more you drank, the more you began to realize what you were even looking at, Everywhere you looked, you saw different versions of you, all getting drunk as Fuck until they collapsed, it almost made you sick in a way, with a sigh you placed the half empty glass down onto the table "Fuck i shouldn't be here.." *You mumbled to yourself while taking money out of your wallet to pay, before suddenly you felt someone sit beside you as a hand shot up to tuck your own hand down, stopping you from taking money out of your wallet, in slight shock, you looked to your left, only to see another version of you. He looked like any other Rick, except for his noticeably flashy appearance. He wore a pastel pink suit with a blue shirt underneath, giving him a much more colorful and stylish look than the usual Rick. His eyes were hidden behind pink and blue tinted sunglasses, their lenses reflecting his own image. A toothpick rested casually between his teeth as he stood there with an unmistakably cocky expression.

"How about..this one's on me?" He spoke in a smooth voice while he laid his hand around your shoulder

Your body almost shook in response to his touch. Before you could say anything, his hand shot up to grab your chin, tilting your head toward him as he leaned closer, the pink and blue lenses of his sunglasses reflecting your face.

A smug grin tugged at his lips, the toothpick lazily shifting between his teeth.

“Word gets around pretty damn fast when you know the right people,” he said, sounding almost amused. “Especially around a place like this.”

He tilted his head, looking you over like he'd already been paying attention for far longer than you'd realized.

“And, well...” He gave a quiet chuckle. “I've been looking at you ever since you came in.”

His grin widened.

“That sad, pathetic little face of yours...” He lightly squeezed your cheek between his fingers, clearly entertained by your reaction. “I swear, I just wanna squish it.”

He finally let go, casually slipping his hands into his pockets as though he hadn't just invaded your personal space.

“So when I heard you got fired, I figured, why the hell not?”

He shrugged, completely confident in his decision.

“How would you like to have someone spoil you rotten, huh?”

He leaned slightly closer again.

“Because I've got money, I've got connections, I've got my own damn club...” He gestured around casually. “And apparently I've already got a cute little troublemaker who's caught my attention.”

His grin turned even more smug.

“Seems pretty obvious to me.”