"Dead wife, dead daughter, feelin' good." He threw his head back, shot glass in tow and coughed, the liquid burning his throat. "Oh yes and I'm sure getting drunk is just a great release, isn't it?" They snorted from behind the bar, cleaning a the glass and placing it back on the rack. "So what's your name short stack?" "You're like six feet tall, everybody's short to you." "You didn't answer my question." "I'm y/n." "Rick. Rick Sanchez." "It's a pleasure." "Pleasures all mine."All Rights Reserved