Don't Come Back For Me

WOOHOO!

       Almost immediately after being pulled into the garage connected to the house, you found yourself enveloped in the scent of alcohol that seemed to waft from everywhere at once. With a quick, silent snort, you wrinkled your nose momentarily before you adjusted. Sure, you could be a bit of a heavy drinker yourself, but you never let the state of your apartment reach this level. You'd at least spray Febreze, or light a scented candle. 

       Without noticing your reaction, or simply pretending not to do so, the man went and sat at a desk chair, wagging his fingers in a 'come hither' motion. You stepped closer, eyeing the random object on his desk. "So," you continued to stare, naming the visible parts and trying to see what they were forming, "what's your name?" 

       The man stared up at you, replying gruffly, "Rick," he spun the object and pressed it closer to you, "Rick Sanchez. You have eugh ten seconds to list the names of eugh of the five pieces in the l-lower right quadrant." You could recall an uncomfortable experience with someone named Rick and decided not to use his name. His index finger made a semi-circle around the area he mentioned before he pulled it away, mouthing '1..2..3..' and so on.

       "Um," you quickly scanned over the parts, "supercharged battery, dark matter, brass wire, amplifier, and, uh..." you racked your brain, searching for the name of the last object.

       "TRANSMITTER!"
       "Ten!"

       You both called out in unison. Rick raised his brow, his eyes momentarily widened before relaxing once again. You grinned, feeling accomplished. Rick smirked lightly, "I think we'll eugh get along just fine."

       "Sweet!" You pumped your fist in the air, laughing. You settled down and stood, staring at Rick for a moment. The name bothered you, but the smirk on his face was almost playful, making you forget that for a moment. He's actually really fucking cute, you giggled, hating that you sounded like a school-girl, and looked back at the device.

        "So what is it?" You looked over to the mad man, curiosity burning in your very soul. He shrugged, "It's gonna be eugh whatever it-it is once I finish it." He reached down and grabbed it, standing from his chair. "Without Mo-Morty," he strode over and put the box away, standing on his toes and reaching up high, "adventures are eugh are gonna be a bitch and a half," he shrank back down once the box was put away, "but the two of us should manage eugh just fine." 

       With another smirk, he urged you to follow him as he walked around what appeared to be a spaceship. Your eyes widened as you thought of what you could possibly do, where you could go. "No fucking way!" You shook with excitement as you climbed in, kicking a few bottles and cans. They didn't deter you in the slightest as the older man sat down in the driver's seat, chugging from his flask before shutting his door and starting the machine. "Best damn eugh space cruiser ever." 

       You took off, the cruiser flying smoothly once the garage door opened. You stared around in awe, watching as you blew past the atmosphere. The sky rapidly changed, darkening until all around you was black, empty space. You stared at passing stars, unable to stop your jaw from dropping. You couldn't form words, the beauty of it all captivating you. The entire trip, you bounced around excitedly, staring at stars and planets, watching as Rick smoothly avoided space debris. 

       The lab coat had remained around your arm, Rick now staring down at it. "You-You've been carrying that thing around all eugh day. You ever wear it or is it eugh ju-just for decoration, dipshit?" You glanced down, forgetting it was there. Your cheeks held a warm tinge of red as you were embarrassed, "I forgot I had that." Chuckling lightly, you picked it up, awkwardly pulling it around you as best you could in the small vehicle. "Now all I need is a pair of glasses, some tiddies," you  chuckled, "and longer, lighter hair, and every guy'll be after me." You chuckled sarcastically before breaking into a fit of laughter. Rick gave a very confused look before shrugging his shoulders and focusing on avoiding more floating space shit. You continued staring out the window, leaning over until you felt something hard press against your thigh. You yelped and leaned back, looking inside the pocket on your lab coat.