(Rick x Reader) Don't Play with Fire [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter One: The Spark

A/N:
This is my first fanfic, I would like to thank my two great friends for inspiration, as well as two great authors here on wattpad: It'sTotallyBlue, and Last_Of_Gallifrey. They've inspired me to create this fanfic. They both have Rick x Reader fanfics of their own and I highly recommend that you guys check them out! So, without further ado, as Rick would say... And awaaaAAAY we go!
~Eclipse

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Narrator POV

Your adventure begins at the Smith household, on a fall night. Beth and Jerry had left the house to go to a marriage counselor that was way, WAY out of town. They rented a hotel to spend the night up there, that's how far it was... Which leaves Rick, Summer, and Morty, all alone at the house... You know what that means!...

PARTY TIME!
~Sponsored by Rick Sanchez and Summer Smith~

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Rick's POV

Summer and I threw another party. Morty still won't shut his mouth about getting in trouble. When will he ever listen? I've gotten him out of this before... Anyways, I was sipping on some beer, when I heard a group of people chanting in the kitchen.

"GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!"

I walked over to see what was going. I shoved my way to the front of the crowd and seen a woman chugging down a beer. The beer in the bottle was almost gone, she held out her other hand and the person next to her handed her a newly opened beer. She finished the one she was holding and put the new one to her mouth, not even breaking for air. She was guzzling the beer as she put the empty bottle in her hand next to four other empty bottles of beer. I looked back up at her, already swallowing the last gulps of the bottle, she threw her hands up in the air as the crowd cheered. The crowd dispersed as she wiped her mouth.

Holy Shit!~ I thought.

Did she just down an entire six pack?!

"Niiiiiice..." I said not realizing I said it out loud. I took a second to analyze this woman. She didn't look like anyone familiar. She had (h/c), (h/l) hair. She definitely wasn't one of Summer's friends. Now that you mention it, she doesn't even look like a teen. She looked about mid-20s. She looked fiery; beautiful, but still makes you hesitant to approach. I could tell she was still a wild one. She walked out of the kitchen and leaned up against the wall. Watching the party around her with a smirk on her face.

I walked over to her with a second beer now in my hand. She noticed me approach her and her eyes followed me as I leaned on the wall next to her, offering the second bottle of beer in my hand. She grabbed it without hesitation as her face lit up. She popped off the cap and took a quick swig.

"Thanks," she said, lowering the bottle from her mouth.

"Heh, didn't think you'd still be thirsty after that," I responded.

"Oh yeah? You'd be surprised..." she turned her head to face me. "And you are?" she raised an eye brow up at me.

"Rick Sanchez," I said giving her a wink.

"So you're the one who threw the party, huh? Name's (y/n). But, you can call me (n/n)." She flashed a grin at me. I smirked back.

"I don't think I've seen you around. I'm pretty sure I would have remembered it."

"Oh, that so? You're right, I technically wasn't invited, I was intrigued to investigate this UFO, and when I followed it, it brought me here... And I don't pass up sweet parties," she swirled her drink around in her hand.

"You must be talking about the beacon. It let's my pal, Squanchy, know when there's a party going on." Squanchy walked over, probably because he heard his name.