Want to know what it was like dating Veronica Charlotte Parker? No, no you don’t. Trust Enrique. In retrospect, however, it was a lot of this - this banter right here. Going back and forth and just fcking with one another until one of them surrendered to the other. Ricky raised his eyebrows as she noted this his dck was questionable and gave her a dead stare in her eyes. “Really now? Because the last time I fcked you, you didn’t seemed to mind my questionable dck as you screamed my name.” Ricky stated nonchalantly. “OH my gawd. Oh my… oh fck… harder… you’re so bi-… starting to ring a bell?” Rick asked, mimicking what he intentioned to be his version of her voice.
“And why would I care? Anyone thinking that we’re doing anything is out of their mind.” Rick added as he watched her slowly put her things away. Was she finally going to go check if Diego was near the door? Let’s fcking hope because the conversation was becoming stale, in his mind at least… okay fine he just wanted as little time alone in a room with VC as possible. Was that too much to ask? No? Yes? SEEMED FCKING LIKE IT.
“It’s cute you thought I was actually asking. I wasn’t.,” . Ricky was quick to reply to her words - honestly, it had truly become a habit to respond to every word of hers with a snarky response. Sure… fine… supposedly she didn’t break up with him because she didn’t want him, she did it for her dad or whatever but it was still a fcking sh!tty way to handle things. So should he be nicer? Why… why the fck would he? Instead, he just waited for her to leave as he wrote his name on the mirror. It seemed more fun, after all. “Who said I wanted you to take it down? You know what…” Ricky started, and on the mirror, he put an arrow and wrote “Guess which girl I was with” on the side, allowing room for responses.
“Now do me a favor. Check back in here in a few hours and tell me what they say. And… go distract Diego. Thanks. I’ll make sure to tip you well,” he added, looking at her as he ushered her outside again.