“You’re assuming I give a sht if you think I’m mature or not? Shocker, Parker, I don’t give a flying fck what you think about me.” Ricky responded immediately, not skipping a beat after her words. Roll your eyes all you fcking want Parker, maybe Enrique is the ass now, but they both know exactly how this started and why he hated her. It wasn’t always like this, if anyone believed that. There was a time where they were always together, but guess what, that time was long fcking gone and right now, Enrique rather be at the bottom of the ocean than sitting anywhere near her.
At this point, he was quite literally about to start ignoring her as he clicked the different buttons, hoping that the fcking elevator would move. He didn’t need to hear her tell him to fix it when she fcking broke it in the first place. “Go ahead, blame this sht on me when it’s your fault, VC. You always fcking did anyways, so it’s not exactly different from your usual sht” . You want to know where he got his toxic relationship traits from? Yeah, talk to VC. You could say he learned from the fcking master at making people think they were in the wrong instead of yourself.
After a second more of pressing buttons, a sigh left his lips as he clicked the call button which went down to the lobby.
“Hello? You’ve reached the lobby emergency line.”
“Yeah, your elevator is fcking stuck and I’m in here with a btch so It would be highly appreciate if you could get me out soon.”
“I’m so sorry for that… sir. We’ll give a call to the repair man, however, it may take up to an hour for them to get here. Please sit by and we’ll get you out as soon as possible.”
“Wait a fcking hour. No I’m not…”
…and the line went off. Of course the assh-le hung up on him. Nope. No, Ricky was not doing this. Going to the elevator door, Enrique put his fingers inside the crevace and pulled the two doors apart with a slight struggle. The only issue… well they were apparently between two floors because the door opened to a wall. This had to be a fcking joke. Yes, Enrique would have fcking jumped out if he could - but clearly, the universe was against him today.
Letting go of the door, which immediately closed, Ricky sat down on the corner of the elevator - opening the scotch he had brought and taking a long drink. If he was going to be here, he was going to be here drunk. And trust him, a few shots of what he had in his hand would be strong enough to get any person drunk with the 75% alcohol content. “I’d offer you some but I hate you, and also I’m 90% sure you’re pregnant with Elio’s child which is disgusting, first of all, but also means I get this bottle to myself.”