"What's this, another Rick. What do you go by." Vice lowered his shades to watch the other Rick, a smirk forming upon his lips.
"Hm?" 36 turned his attention to the man addressing him - his clothes were loud and unignorable. His sunglasses also made him stand out. He could swear he'd seen him before...
"J-just Rick. O-or 36." He paused. Maybe just outright telling this guy wasn't the best idea. "...Wh-who are you?"













