Mordecai and Rigby

The Spark.

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   I sat at the bar alone. Rigby left to go to the bathroom a while ago and hasn't came back. The room spun around me, I'm clearly drinking too much.

   I sat down the half empty glass that was in my hand and pushed it aside. I've had enough.

   Then Margaret came.

   She smelled foul; cheap beer and heavy perfume flooded my nostrils. I nearly gagged at the scent of her.

   Her hair was sticking up in weird directions like she was just screwed in the bathroom. She nearly smelled like it, too. What has she been doing?

   "Hey babe," she sat on my lap and curled her arm around my neck. She smiled at me. It wasn't a normal smile. It was a kind of smile a special needs kid would give you only you didn't feel guilt when seeing hers. You felt disrespect for her.

   I shivered at her sentence. Babe? Since when does she call me that? There must be more to this then just alcohol.

   "What is it?" I asked, hoping she'd have no answer.

   She pouted her bottom lip a little too much. You could see the veins on her lip and it made me so grossed out. Whatever she is trying to do, she's failing miserably at it and I'm drunk! If she's unattractive now, I don't want to see what she looks like without the drinks.

   "Don't be so mad, little blue jay." That was my nickname she and Rigby made for me. I guess she still has some memory of the real world while her mind is spaced off in some other galaxy.

   I rolled my eyes. "What's up with yo-" I was stopped in my tracks.

   Margaret slammed her lips into mine. It wasn't gentle and it wasn't harshly passionate. It was sloppy.

   She shoved her tongue down my throat, basically.

   I could taste every drink she had tonight and... do I sence ciggaretts? What has this bitch been doing?!

   The most important part of this to me was- there were no sparks. I've liked Margaret for a long time. Even though my feelings have sort of faded, shouldn't I feel something? Shouldn't my heart at least skip a beat or even just half of one? Why can't I see fireworks in this?

   Why does this just feel completely wrong?

   I pushed her off of me; I am done with whatever this saliva swapping thing was. You couldn't call it a kiss, that's for sure.

   Her face twisted into something furious.

   "Wow, Mordecai. I thought you loved me. I can never get enough about how much you worship me and you do this?!" Margaret slurred a lot of her words.

   She jumped off of me, relieving my now sore legs and spit on me. Great. Not only is it in my mouth but now her mouth liquids are on my clothes, too.

   "Fuck you."

   "I know you want to," I retorted.

   Man, that was a good one. I highfived myself in my head.

   She stormed off into the crowd. The only thing bad about this is that she's my ride. Shit...

   My eyes roamed around the jam packed dance floor and then to the bar I was sitting at. I found Rigby within seconds of looking.

   I got up out of my chair and seated myself next to the short "man".

   "Hey," I half smiled at him.

   "Hey.." He said back. Once again, he didn't seem happy.

   I looked at him in the eyes and gave him an assuring look. "You wanna step outside. I don't like it much in here."

   "Yeah."

   It was cold and we were wearing not-so-warm clothes but it was better than being in a crowded, steamy, and sweaty room. Much better.

   I shivered as the cold wind pierced my skin. Rigby wasn't fazed whatsoever by the cold which was crazy. I wish I had his body heat.

   No one was insane enough to be out here in this weather but us.

   "I saw you and Margaret," Rigby said solomnly.

   I rubbed the back of my neck feeling on the spot. Why did he sound so troubled when he said that? That only made me feel more pressured.

   "Hehe yeah... I kinda rejected it, though."

   His face lit up, but only slightly. You had to know Rigby like I do to see it.

   "The strange part is, is that I didn't even feel anything. You know, I thought I was suppose to feel a flame or have butterflies in my stomach but it all felt wrong. I feel like it should've been someone else. I don't know who, but not her."

   I couldn't help but feel awkward after pouring this out to Rigby. I'm sure the drinks helped all of that information slip out of my mouth.

   There was a moment of silence before Rigby got a good grip on my shirt and pulled me into a breathtaking kiss.

   There they were-

   The spark. The fireworks. The butterflies.