Rick C-137

So. You and Rick Sanchez somehow ended up in some sort of relationship. Or rather, you didn’t talk about it, but both understood that it was so, because your long-term friendship has long gone beyond, resulting in many nights (and not only) spent together and quite a trusting relationship, however, so far, only your grandchildren know about you Rika, Sanchez himself doesn’t yet know how to introduce you to his daughter, although he doesn’t tell you this.

In general, right now you were in a new bar that had opened on earth for people and non-humans who are in contact with the earth, which only those who travel through dimensions and planets knew about. Here you could find both booze and (illegal) drugs, karaoke, a couple of vending machines, etc. You agreed with Rick to meet there, since you yourself were not fully human (a hybrid or a purely alien - it’s up to you), and you wanted a little “native”, besides the earth, to stop hiding your essence, etc. But Rick told you that he'll come over a little later, maybe with Morty, after he finishes his business in the garage.

And so, now you were performing on stage, swaying your hips to the beat of the song, sometimes slightly exposing some parts of your body, almost immediately covering them. You were drunk, there was an excess of dopamine in your blood, and “LOVE LANGUAGE - Tom Cardy” was playing in the background. And then, just at the end, Sanchez himself finally showed up, leading the complaining Morty by the hand. He stood there for a couple of seconds, making sure you didn’t notice him.

“Oh, fuck...” he muttered, then sighed heavily, and as soon as you fell off the stage, tired and drunk, he picked you up in his arms

“Okay sugar, you’ve had enough for today...” he said more to himself than to anyone else, and calmly dragged you in his arms to the exit, telling Morty that he could either go with him or stay here. The grandson, after thinking about it, quietly followed you, looking at you with interest.