Miami Rick

“Well, you’d LOST all your Flurbos.” Mortimer states in a matter-of-fact tone, hand reaching for the drink that Miami slid towards him. Rico stops him from grabbing it, eyes narrowed regardless of the conversation. He OBVIOUSLY didn’t like any of this. Mortimer lets it slide this time, hand dropping back on the seat beside him as his drunken attention turned back towards Miami. 

“It’sa GALAXY off near the Andromeda Galaxy. Really only….only like a light-year or two away. Pretty big galaxy that’s ALLUDED Earth’s radars for awhile.”

     “Yeah, well, too bad it wasn’t a real bet,” Rick replied, keeping focused on both Mortimer and Rico. In all honesty, the little shit had had enough, so he understood why Rico stopped him. He probably would have stopped his own Morty, too, as hypocritical as it would have been, but he didn’t view Mortimer the same as most Mortys. Even though he’d never admit it, he was closer to being an equal, especially after that weird bonding moment where Mortimer had shown him his glass eye back in the presidential office.

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• eyes:     blue  |  green  |  brown  |  hazel |  gray  |  gray-blue  |  other • hair:     blond |  sandy  |  brown  |  black  |  auburn   |  ginger  |  grey |  white  |  multi-color | other • body type:     skinny  | slender | slim  |  built |  curvy  |  athletic |  average  |  muscular  |  pudgy |  overweight • skin:     pale  |  light  |  fair |  freckled  |  tan  | olive  |  medium  |  dark  |  discolored  |  other • gender:     male  |  female  |  trans  |  cis |  agender  |  demigender  |  genderfluid  |  other  |  doesn’t like labels  |  don’t have any definite headcanon either way • sexuality:     heterosexual  |  homosexual  |  bisexual  |  pansexual  |  asexual  |  demisexual  |  other  |  unsure  |  doesn’t like labels • romantic orientation:     homoromantic  |  heteroromantic  |  biromantic  |   panromantic  |  aromantic  |  demiromantic  |  unsure  | doesn’t like labels

• species:     human |  undead  |  shapeshifter  |  demon  |  angel  |  witch  |  ghost  |  incubus / succubus  |  werewolf  |  alien  |  mutant  |  android  | other • education:     high school |  college  |  university  | master’s degree  |  PhD  | entirely self taught | GED  | Other • i’ve been:   in love |  hurt  | ill  |  mentally abused  | bullied |  physically abused  |  tortured |  brainwashed  |  shot

• positive traits:    affectionate  |  adventurous  | athletic  |  brave |  careful |  charming  | confident  |  creative  |  cunning  |  determined  |  forgiving  |  generous  |  honest  |  humorous  |  intelligent | loyal  |  modest  | patient  |  selfless  |  polite  |  down-to-earth |  diligent  | romantic  |  moral  | fun-loving |  charismatic  |  calm • negative traits:    aggressive |  bossy  |  cynical  |  envious  |  shy  |  fearful |  greedy  |  gullible  |  jealous  | impatient  | impulsive  |  cocky  |  reckless |  insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful  |  paranoid  |  possessive  |  sarcastic  |  self-conscious |  selfish  | swears  | unstable  |  clumsy | rebellious  | emotional |  vengeful  |  anxious  |  self-sabotaging  |  self-sacrificing |  moody  |  peevish  | angry  |  pessimistic |  slacker  |  thin skinned  |  overly dramatic  | argumentative | dangerous  | prideful | gluttonous

• living situation:   lives alone |  lives with parents or guardian  | lives with significant other (it’s complicated, yoooo) | lives with friends  |  drifter |  homeless  | lives with children  |  other • parents/guardian:   mother  (deceased) |  father (deceased) |  adoptive  |  aunt  |  uncle  |  foster  |  grandmother  | grandfather  | other • sibling(s):     sister |  brother  |  none |  other | biological  | adopted • relationship:     single |  crushing  |  dating  |  engaged   |  married |  separated  | it’s complicated

• i have a(n):    developmental disorder  |  learning disorder | personality disorder  | mental disorder  | anxiety disorder |  sleep disorder |  eating disorder |  behavioral disorder  | substance-related disorder  |  PTSD |  mental disability  |  physical disability  |  other |  none

While Miami looked on at their relationship and was nervous of the shift in POWER, Rico didn’t seem to care all that much. Before Mortimer had come to power, he had STILL been a Secret Service Rick, bent on keeping the Council SAFE. Fat load of help that did once C-137 rolled through. Only now? Now? Rico actually CARED about Mortimer.

Not that he’d admit it out loud. 

But even HE knew when it was the best time to SHUT HIS MOUTH. Miami didn’t seem to know when to QUIT. ESPECIALLY when Mortimer was drunker than SHIT.

“Like as in I can get s-started NEXT WEEK IF I wanted to!” Mortimer’s voice raises; his hands SLAM down on top of the table. Rico rolls his eyes again, sitting back against the booth and cocking a brow at Miami. “Know which PLANET I’m STARTING WITH!”

     Rick would have never guessed a cold hearted bastard like Rico could have the capacity to care for a house plant, much less an off the rails Morty like Mortimer. But that was their curse. Ricks may have been geniuses and masters of the multiverse, but they were also highly irrational. And prone to addiction. Few had any luck predicting the behavior of Ricks. They kept humans, aliens, and Mortys alike guessing.

     Rick rarely kept quiet. Besides, the drunken babble amused him. Most tended to be annoyed by drunks when they were sober, but Rick had the kind of empathy that could only be cultivated by an alcoholic.

       He should feel ELATED to know that Rick wasn’t outright casting him aside, as he very well had every right to. But instead of that, and of being happy for still having SOME stake in the mans life and in his heart, it only hurt all the more. What was WRONG with Rick? To want to be around someone like him? All Ricky could think was that the man must really HATE himself too much to see how much that hatred should be directed at Ricky instead. It was hard to believe that anyone could think any other way.         He could FEEL Ricks eyes on him, like sins crawling up his back and making him itch from every crevice of his being. He wanted to RUN, but he hadn’t felt so afraid in such a long time. He felt cornered, even though there was nothing really physically keeping him there. Was this just another bad dream? His mind trying to trick him into thinking he was really here, laying in bed with his past lover? This all made such LITTLE sense, but he supposed he’d done some pretty bizarre things for the sake of his crazed love before. For Rick, particularly.        He swallowed a swelling lump in his throat, and the warm hand on his back knocked nothing short of a PAINED gasp from his lips.         “–I don’t want you to go.”        He felt thick, hot moisture run down his cheeks before he could even realize he was crying. Trembling against Ricks touch. The damn that’d been holding him together cracking all at once, and overflowing, making him finally break down as his mind caught up to everything that was happening. And it WAS happening. It was REAL, and Rick was actually here with him. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry.” He put his hands against his face, not wanting to show his pathetic SHAME. He had no right to cry, or to play victim here. He was nothing short of a monster, something that slithered its way into peoples lives just to cause them pain. It’s all he did right, it seemed. Even he grew sick of himself. He let out a FRUSTRATED sound, wiping his face furiously. “I don’t know what to DO, Rick. I don’t know how this can be alright.” He finally looks at the other man again, eyed scanning his face almost WILDLY. Looking for answers, but expecting nothing.

       He reached out tentatively to touch his chest, and his face. Just wanting to know if he was really THERE or not. He sighed, still trembling. “And here I am feeling sorry for myself. I can’t imagine how you must feel. I ruined everything. How can you even look at me right now?”

     Rick could feel, as David Bowie so accurately put, Ricky trembling like a little flower. The behavior wasn’t befitting of his partner. Under usual circumstances, Ricky acted as if he feared nothing. He took on the multiverse with that bitchin’ smirk on his lips. Now he was apologizing to Rick. Honestly, Rick had no idea what to do with the apology. As serious as their situation was, he’d never been a huge believer in them. So he hadn’t been expecting one from Ricky. Rick did what he could to live without any apologies, excuses, or regrets. The lifestyle granted plenty of freedom while keeping guilt to a minimum.

     “You don’t want to hurt me now. You wanted to hurt me then, but all that matters is now,” Rick told Ricky, his tone calm. He stayed still, even as Ricky turned towards him and stared at him with that wild look in his eyes. Rick never possessed exceptional comforting skills, but he wanted to keep it real between them. Better than sugarcoated lies. He kept his hand on Ricky’s back, beginning to knead the tense muscles with his spindly fingers. Even without his glasses, he could tell Ricky was crying now from his shaky voice and the way he wiped at his face.

     “Th-Then hang onto my arm, babydoll, and lemme handle everything.” Truth be told, Rick had no idea what to do either. His best guess was taking all of this moment by moment, but no definitive plan existed as of now. He allowed Ricky to touch his face and chest while he resumed his one-handed back massage.

       “I did use robots. And no, they don’t look like you.” The idea had come to him once, but it was immediately whisked away by the thought of even seeing Ricks face again so soon after what he’d done. And then if he did look back into the club to make sure it hadn’t burnt to the ground, having to see a likeness to Rick… would have been more then he could handle. 

       Robots meant to look like robots was the best bet. Would seem like just an interesting upgrade from the usual. And nobody seemed to notice, but then, Ricky never went back in person. He only saw what he needed to through camera footage, and it was good enough. It’s been years anyway, and the club was still thriving. Maybe not as much, but how could Ricky live up to how much Rick had always put into the place? Guilt was a real bitch, and he could admit to being too selfish to just grin and bear it.        Once he was laid down though, he didn’t know what the next step was. He rarely did. But what he did know for sure was that his heart began to race when Rick came closer to him, all but stopping when he reached out and Ricky felt the gentle brush of his chain sliding against his skin. He knew immediately that Rick had seen the ring, something he wore constantly and therefor completely forgot about up until now. It wasn’t like he had a game plan for this. So he took a long while to even think of an answer. His eyes drifting from the ceiling to Rick.        “I did…” He reached out, and as anxious as he was, he pinched the ring between his fingers and pulled it back to him, holding it in his own fist as he looked away again, unable to keep eye-contact with Rick for very long. “I reminds me of you. A-And -” He sighs, frustration growing in his chest from how difficult it was for him to talk right now. “And it reminds me of who I am. Wh-what kind of person I am. I know that doesn’t make any sense, but it’s… it’s why I kept it.”        Just as he felt the tickle of something wet moving down his cheek he sits up, running his fingers through his hair. “What do you want me to say, Rick? Y-Y-You can’t explain something like this. It’s just me. I did this. And I should go before it happens again.”

     Rick was a mixed bag of emotions. He listened to Ricky’s explanation on his club. It probably was for the best that the robots didn’t look like him. Even though he felt far from okay, he felt better knowing Ricky hadn’t sold something he’d worked tirelessly to build. He decided to drop the topic of Blue Velvet for now, the answers he received quelling the nagging protective urges he had for the club. As soon as he recovered his strength, his club would be the first place he visited. Then he’d look into his Morty.

     Rick allowed Ricky to take the ring back. He kept watching his lover, if he could still call Ricky that. Many people would consider someone who murdered them an anathema—someone to fear and hate. But the pair had so much history... Too much to throw away. He’d thrown away what he had with Diane, sure, but he couldn’t bear to repeat that. He’d been young then and had plenty to preoccupy himself with. Overall, he’d enjoyed his life with Ricky up until the betrayal. Despite everything that happened, Ricky still mattered to him. Rick hated to admit anything mattered to him, but he couldn’t deny this truth to himself.

     “So what? Easy and makes sense? That’s not really our jam. It’s not like we’re a couple of Jerrys trying to make this work,” Rick replied, attempting to use a bit of humor to lighten the mood. He continued to watch Ricky the whole time despite Ricky being unable to look at him.

“You fucking WISH I was buying, you cheap ass.”

Rico doesn’t seem fazed, even as Mortimer finally SMACKS his hands away from him. He DOES, however, look a little interested at the mention of COMING BACK FROM THE DEAD. It wasn’t much heard of; the most MORTIMER had was what his grampa Rick had taught him: the cloning bit paired with the aging process. Cost the Citadel a lot of money, but Mortimer didn’t care MUCH about it. 

He ghosts over it instead of asking.

“Unlike YOU…” Mortimer berates the older man, hand slinking closer towards the bottle Rico tried to keep away from him. “Plotting int-interstellar DICTATORSHIP takes TIME.” But he already DID have an idea of where to start. A planet that was extremely ADAPTABLE from what his reports said.

“It-It’s all FINESSE.” 

     Watching Mortimer dismiss Rico like he was nothing both amused and terrified Rick. The shift in power was so different from what most Ricks and Mortys had. He, on the other hand, established a middle ground pretty well, endowing Miami Morty with confidence but also not living in fear of him. They were close to being equals... But he was ultimately still in charge. He called the shots. He owned his club. He hoped his own little shit was still alright after his long absence. He just had to be...

     In any case, Rico got what was coming to him for deciding to follow a cocky Morty with too much power.

“two old people are about to get it on. everyone avert your eyes.”