Do you know what hurt more than anything else? Enrique knew that he wasn’t Diego and Raph’s brother anymore. Trust him, he had fcking come to terms with it. However, coming to terms with it himself and hearing Raph basically say that to his face - well, it was different… and it hurt like a fcking btch. One would think after mentally preparing himself for months, it would have been easier to come to terms with that fact. You know what? Why was Ricky even thinking about this when he was at a PAARRTYYY by himself. Exactly - Raphael and Diego gag Montoya were the definition of irrelevant.
What wasn’t irrelevant, was the preeeetyyy girl standing in front of him looking al cute and… oh she was still talking. Sigh. “Yes Jaiiilll. I called the officer over and offf they went because that Raph idiot was drunnkkkk out of his mindd and Deigo… it doesn’t matter,” . Ricky found his voice trailing off, recalling (even in his drunken state) what he had done to his… former brother. Fck… did Ricky really waste a packet of weed. Damn it. That sucked. DIEGO YOU BTCH.
A frown met his features as he heard the girl in front of him for the second… third… fourth…um… fifth time? This time, telling him to stop moving and that he wasn’t alone but like, c’mon Annie, how would you know that. You have a family that fcking loves the hell out of you. Though, despite his thoughts which were moving at a speed barely comprehensible for Ricky even, he stood still for her… or as still as he could get which meant slight swaying nevertheless. As she touched his nose, Ricky let his hand go to her cheek, gently caressing it as he moved her hair behind her ear. Though, his next question was like super valid. Why Was she here? Oh… for him? That was nice. Maybe if he was less drunk he would have questioned that… seen through what was clearly a lie to any sober person. However, for him in his current state… it made sense some how. “You’re nice… why are you so nice? I thought you hated me before this year and now you’re so nice and cute… and I don’t know if I want to kiss you or hug you half the time god damn,” he mumbled as she removed the towel from his face.
“Youuuu missy, should drink up and join the party so we can dance like tomorrow doesn’t fcking matter,” he replied, picking the bottle up and pushing it towards her for the second time. “Ooorr not. I can finish it too.”