Validation (A Cricky Fan Fiction)(REWRITING.)

IX

|PartyOnFifthAve.|
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Parties and clubs really weren't Ricky's thing. He preferred to stay home and watch TV or work on his stories. He hated the atmosphere of all the sweaty bodies grinding on each other and people getting drunk just to feel an hour or three of happiness. He also hated the loud noise, the horrible music, just about everything. He might hate it, but that doesn't mean he won't have a good time with friends.

Everyone around him yelled and cheered as he downed shot after shot, desperate to win a bet. He downed the last shot of Smirnoff and shook his head as the tartness of the plant juice sent shivers down his body, and his bladder.

"I-I gotta go pee." He yelled in Ryan's general direction.

Ryan nodded his head at Ricky and continued whatever he was doing. Mike grabbed Ricky's arm as he was getting up to leave, not wanting him to leave. Ricky yanked his arm off and ran to the bathroom before he pissed himself. He groaned when he saw that there was a line. He stood in line that went relatively fast. It was still slow, but it wasn't rush hour traffic. He got out his phone and scrolled down to Chris' contact with all intent of deleting his number. Something came over him and he instead called him.

To say that Chris was shocked is a little bit of an understatement. He was more or so confused about the guy who he told to stay away from him, was calling so late. He picked up the phone and chuckled to himself before answering.

"Ricky." He spoke.

"Yep, this is me. Uh, sending back those expensive ass CD's because I already have those. Thanks for the kind gesture." Ricky slurred, the 16 shots of vodka settling in and slurring his speech.

"Ricky, keep them. They're for you and they weren't any trouble getting. You're forgetting I own the record company that Ville is signed on. But anyways, where are you?"

"Well, I'm in line because I have to pee really bad." Ricky giggled and hiccuped.

"Ricky, have you been drinking?" Chris asked, worry and concern for Ricky vaguely going over his thoughts.

"Hehe, yeah I have, Mr. Fancypants. Y-you uh. You hit th-the hail on the nead. Oops, I-I mean the nail on the. Oh you get it."

"Listen to me. I want you to go home right now."

"You're so bossy. Ricky, let's go for coffee. No, stay away from me Ricky, I don't want you, get away. No, come here come here. Go away." Ricky said, trying to impersonate Chris in his drunken state.

"That's it. Tell me where you are."

"I'm a loooonggg wayy fromm Seattlee. A loonnggg wayyy fromm yyouu." Ricky said, his speech slurring even more and blurring together.

"Which bar, Ricky? Which bar? What's it called?"

"I don't know. I gotta go though."

Ricky hung up straightaway and giggled. His phone rung almost immediately. He answered it to apologise but gained a blunt response instead.

"Stay where you are. I'm coming to get you."

Ricky was confused to say the least. He realised he was in front of the line and quickly rushed into the bathroom, doing his business before dashing out the door and waiting out front for Chris. He was relieved to get outside and smell fresh air instead of alcohol and body odour. Mike rushed out the door after Ricky with his jacket.

"Hey." He said, holding out Ricky's jacket for him as he put it on.

"Oh, thanks." He replied.

"You okay?"