Glad You Could Make It - Ricky and Nini Oneshots

Daisy

Daisy

Party quirks were an odd thing. Some people had them, some people didn't. To some, they came naturally, but to others it was something they had to work for. Some people tried too hard, and to some it was effortless.

Party quirks could be any number of things. A common one was being good at flip cup or beer pong. There were also the more obscure ones such as being able to eat an entire onion without vomiting, or chugging booze through the longest verse in Rattlin' Bog. Some people were just downright odd, and that was a quirk in it of itself.

Ricky always thought he never had a party quirk. He was at the parties for a good time, he wasn't there to show off or impress. He told himself he was there for the free booze mostly, but he also didn't mind meeting new people. Ricky was very much a social butterfly. He loved talking to people about whatever, and that's the reason Ricky went to so many parties in high school, and that love for partying carried through to college.

He went door to door, from party to party, looking for a new outlet to meet people and talk. Ricky soon became a regular at the party scene at the University of Colorado, being seen at almost every party he could possibly get into. He was a well known face, and he was someone you needed to know. The amount of connections he was able to establish simply by striking up simple small talk could be seen as award winning.

One of his favorite things to do whilst talking to people was to tell elaborate stories. He'd create small worlds with only his words and imagination, drawing in groups of people to hear what he had to say. He never told the same story twice, and always made sure that every story was better than the last.

He had stories about a dog who could balance a chair on its nose, or a group of pirates in an adventure with communists, or a woman who got chased by a casket through the streets of NYC, or a pair of cowboys on a mission to find a bacon tree. Ricky's stories were enticing, and pulled many people in. Most times at parties, he'd end up standing on a coffee table describing the antics of three brothers on a triple date to Denny's.

Ricky wasn't sure where the ideas for his stories came from, but he was able to twist the tales of any old thing and make it the most interesting thing a bunch of drunk college kids have heard before. Ricky figured that's why it was so easy to tell stories at parties; the bar for entertainment was on the floor.

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One night, Ricky had been telling a story about a bunny that had been brought back to life by a can of hairspray when he caught a glimpse of his best friend and roommate signaling that it was time to head out. He hopped down from the kitchen counter of the sorority house, and followed his best friend out of the building.

"Sorry Big Red, I forgot I was your ride home." Ricky apologized to his friend as they walked back to Ricky's car.

"It's whatever. I just need to get to bed, I've got a test tomorrow morning. I'm shocked I was able to pull you away, you got really into that last story. What was the plot even about?"

"Were you not in there? I drew quite the crowd with this one. It was about some bunny that got hit by a car, and a woman saved its life by spraying it with hairspray. You know, like 'hare'spray. It was going to be a pun before you cut me off."

"Damn. That's pretty clever." Big Red said, hopping into the front seat of Ricky's car while Ricky slid into the driver's seat.

"Yeah. I'd say it was my best yet."

"You say that every time."

"And it's true. I wouldn't speak if I was incorrect."

"Except you tell fake stories every single night. Sounds like you speak incorrectly all the time." Big Red insisted.