rick and morty one shots

i will always want you as you will always want me

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[SUMMARY]
Rick goes to a club and
meets a familiar face.

[WARNINGS]
• heavy sexual content
• use of foul language
• pure fluff in between

[WORD COUNT]
5265 words

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Unfastening his seatbelt and stepping out of his car, Rick looked up at the all too familiar nightclub before slamming the door shut. He could already hear the loud thumping music and the distant cheers and shouts of people.

The queue to get in was almost endless, people of different ages and ethnicities waiting out in the freezing cold breeze for hours on end just to get inside the building so they could get wasted and high of their asses. This was no problem to the twenty five year old of course. Casually walking his way over to Todd, the bouncer, he gave a firm nod before giving the code word.

"Avocado."

Rick made sure he placed the bag of cocaine under Todd's car where he always does. Todd grunted in satisfaction before letting the man enter the busy club. Entering the club, he was heavily engulfed by the strong scent of alcohol and sweaty bodies. The music wouldn't let him even hear his thoughts.

Wanting a strong drink to get the long, fun filled night started, Rick made his way to the bar to order his usual. "Rick, hey," grinning, the bartender greeted as she served another customer his drinks.

Rick smiled back as he took a seat on a stool. "Elle, how you been?"

"I literally saw you two nights ago," she laughed melodiously, her eyes lighting up. "You always sucked at conversations, huh?" Placing a lock of her silver dyed hair back, she teased as she made Rick's usual without him even needing to ask for it.

"Can you blame a guy for genuinely wanting to know?" Rick teased back as she watched her make his concoction. "You're my favorite girl anyways," he winked playfully.

Elle arched a brow, a knowing smirk on her face. "No amount of flattery will make me increase the discount I already gave you, Rick," she reminded him playfully, skillfully pouring the contents of his strong drink into a glass.

Rick let out a laugh. "Either I'm that transparent or I'm extremely bad at flirting."

"It's probably both," she joked as she handed Rick his desired drink. Elle and Rick conversed for a little while longer until she remembered she was on duty and she didn't really want to lose her job.

Before she could attend others, Elle looked over to the dance floor. "Hey, look who's here," she taunted playfully before leaving to assist the impatient customers.

Turning around, Rick let his brown eyes scan the dimly lit dance floor that was heavily crowded. All seemed to be ordinary teenagers and adults dancing and grinding on any body they can find. Rick was about to turn around until his sight landed on him.

Rick hasn't seen him in months.

There he was, dancing to  his heart's content as he beautifully swayed his hips to the beat of the music, numerous of mysterious hands touching and roaming all over his toned body. "Harry..." He whispered out the name to one in particular.

Rick continued on watching him as he slowly sipped the components of his drink, watching how carefree he was around all these drunk strangers. He really disliked the way those people were grinding against Harry. Something ugly burned in Rick's chest.