As you and Morty walk up to him, you think.
You think surely Morty will be used to him, being drunk and all, understanding how tiring it is. Just because obviously Morty has to deal with his drunk friend and all.
"Hey," you greet him, annoyed.
"Hey, sis. Whadaya doin' here?"
"Buying stuff. You do know that mom doesn't want you drinking, right?"
"Shit. Some people are real jackasses," he whispers to his friends, rather loudly, resulting in a snicker from his friends.
Morty shrugs and watches your brother chug the rest of his beer before crushing it and throwing it on the ground.
"Hell, I ain't a minor."
"Yeah, but guess who still stays with mommy and daddy?" You insult him in a childish voice.
"Fuck off."
"H-hey! Stop that. She's your s-sister, for fuck's sake!" Morty pipes in his portion of cussing.
You smirk, knowing that no one else would stand up to your bro.
"Aye, hell's your name?"
You decide to stick up for Morty.
"Leave him alone. You think you can get us a 6-pack?"
"Whoa, dude. You finally gonna drink?"
"Sure, whatever. Just get me some beer."
"This kid, here, gonna drink, too? Do ya?"
"N-no," Morty answers quietly.
"Yup, just me; hurry up," you intervene.
"Ooh. You two gettin' it on tonight?" one of your brother's friends chirps in.
Morty smiles and looks down.
"Kay," your brother says quickly, before digging in his pockets.
Morty rummages around in his pockets and hands him a twenty.
"Good looking out; I didn't have any cash," your brother thanks Morty and runs inside.
You wait impatiently for him to get back, knowing you should've told Morty to go in with him, because obviously, who wouldn't spend the whole twenty. Especially your brother.
"So, this your boyfriend?" One of your brother's friends asks you, pointing at Morty.
"No. I literally just met him this morning," you respond defensively.
Morty just looks at his shoes again, probably blushing.
Snorts and chuckles ripple through the small crowd your brother had following him.
You groan with annoyance and lean against the side of the store, waiting to go back to your house.
Finally, your brother steps through the door and hands you an already open box of Budweiser.
"Dude," you complain of him taking several of the beers from the box. "Whatever. Let's go, Morty."
You and Morty take off at a convincing pace as their laughs disappear behind them.
As you two walk awkwardly down the sidewalk, you became determined to eliminate the uncomfortable tranquility.
"So, are you related to Rick? Or just a friend?"
"No, h-he's my grandpa."
"Oh. I was gonna say that it was a little weird that you'd hang out with somebody like that. You just don't seem alike."
"Oh, yeah. Most of the times he just forces me to come with him on "adv-", to run errands."
You look at him, confused. But the two of you continue your walk.
