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Just some old guys making out.
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@plugrick
The thing that Ricky didn’t know about this particular Rick - yet - was that drugs were always at the forefront of his mind, day in and day out. If they weren’t already coursing through his system, that is.
The cargo that they were transporting was very important to him indeed. And that fact was glaringly obvious to anyone who took one look at his distressed expression, brow all furrowed in concern.
“Oh, I just, I just hope they’ve stayed out of it,” Rick worried aloud as the pair of them double-timed it down one of the ship’s hallways. There wasn’t a moment to waste! “I-it isn’t exactly for amateurs. A-and it’s not cheap!”
It was no secret that Galax was some hard stuff. As in, THE hard stuff. It was a newer drug that had popped up in the multiverse’s drug circuit about a decade ago, a newer and more potent alternative to… Well, just about any painkiller. Times ten. It was basically space heroin, just exponentially worse.
The trick behind the drug was that it was a sort of one-and-done deal. Take Galax a time or two or three, and bam! Hopelessly hooked.
It was a solid business model that also just so happened to border on being, uh, pure evil. Sometimes the lines between those two elements blended together, got real fuzzy.
“Th-they better not have put their grimy pincers o-on my — Shh!” Rick suddenly hushed, despite being the only one chattering away. “Do y-you hear that?”
As they neared the bay, they could hear voices echoing from within. The two of them were not alone on this ship!
“This is the biggest haul I’ve ever seen,” a gruff gromflomite’s voice commented.
“How much poison is this?” Another asked. “What a sick fuck…”
Oh, no. They had reached the ‘good stuff’, as Rick called it. Much to his objective horror.
Panicky eyes flicked over to Ricky, who was pressed up against the wall by the doorway alongside him. They had enough bullets to take out a few more bugs, right?
“What do we do with this, Captain?”
Rick held his breath.
“Destroy it,” the captain instructed. “Set it aflame!”
Oh no no no! Not only would that create a fireball inside the hull of Ricky’s ship, but worst of all, his DRUGS would be GONE!
The old man loaded a new clip into his semi-auto with newfound determination. “I-I’m going in!”
Ricky tagged along behind Plug, all too content to let him scout out the hallway ahead of her, though it would be nice if he’d shut up for two seconds so if there was anyone left to ambush them, they might have a more difficult time figuring out where they were. However, she remained silent on the matter, realizing it would be nothing but wasted breath; he wouldn’t settle until he saw the drugs were alright.
She fights the urge to punch him when he abruptly shushes her, pressing up against the wall instead to listen through the doorway with him.
The mention of a fireball on her ship has her practically pushing him through the doorway before he’s even loaded his gun. Fire in a pressurized ship? They weren’t just looking to trash the drugs, they were looking to destroy her entire vessel and apparently anyone left alive on board as well. Ricky wondered if maybe these bugs hadn’t done a very in depth inspection on the Galax after all - these fuckers were either fucked up high or insanely stupid. Either way, they had to stop them fast.
She swung through the doorway straight behind Plug, ready to put a new hole through the first buggy face she saw.
@plugrick
Rookie had gotten the orders to do a drug bust in the downtown Citadel. It was his first big mission on his own, and he was nervous. Still, he was determined to get the job done! He would bring some justice!
Stupid Sweet
It was nearly two years now that they’d escaped the torture of the machine. Every now and then one of them would feel the ghosting of wires digging into skin like barbs, and the other would bring him back to reality with flurries of gentle kisses. The wounds still felt so fresh, like it had just happened the day before.
Rickley had expressed to Plug that he wanted to move as far away from the ocean as possible, and naturally, Plug agreed without much hesitation. Rick wasn’t too keen on going to a salty seascape any time soon. The only ocean he wanted to get lost in was the hazy green blue of Rickley’s foamy eyes.
Merging back into real life needed some getting used to. Rickley struggled with memory loss and often forgot the moments they’d shared together within the machine and outside of it. Rick was always patient with him, never allowing himself to get upset. He’d begun to control his feelings a bit more, and made sure to tell Rickley how he felt instead of hiding it inside. Something Rickley had taught him from those harrowing months locked away.
They began saving up for Rickley’s top surgery. It was something that he had wanted for a really long time but never had a chance to even think about saving to money. Plug always gave a few dollars from his paycheck and Rickley gave whatever he could from the small odd jobs he did online. Their savings started to build and the goal was in sight, and Rickley’s happiness increased greatly with that knowledge. Plug always made sure to let him know he’d still feel the same whether he’d get the surgery or not, though they both knew Rickley needed it to feel like himself. And it was okay.
Their bad habits had toned down considerably, no longer needing to numb the pain of the past because they had each other. Though they enjoyed a good high every once in awhile, and got drunk more than twice a week. It was kind of a tradition on their part.
Rickley passed the blunt to Rick and lazily leaned against him, head spinning from the high. This was their third blunt though, to be fair. Rick’s arm was slung around his partner’s thin shoulders, fingers curled gently into bare skin.
“I l-love you.” It had become easier for Rick to say. He was no longer afraid of hurting Rickley. They knew each other too well to be afraid of that. Rick blew out the smoke with a sigh and handed the blunt back to Rickley, who easily finished it off with a few more puffs. He kicked it out on the sandy desert ground and looked over to Rick.
“I love y-y-you too,” Rickley wrapped his arms around Rick’s bare torso and breathed in deeply, a smile gracing his face. So familiar. So good.
Rick returned the affections with evenly placed kisses on his fluffy blue hair, fingers pressing against the small of his back as he carefully laid them onto the soft blanket beneath them. Dusk settled over the desert and the stars began to twinkle in the sky. Rickley shivered and Plug pulled him up closer to press soft /smecks/ to his lips, cheeks, and neck. He cared for him like nothing else.
Words weren’t needed as they fell into each other like puzzle pieces, soft breaths and shared kisses filling the night air as they laid against each other in the haze of a warm high.
Rickley would have loved to continue but shivers overtook him. The cold seeped between their bodies and he gave Rick a chattering smile, disentangling their limbs and nodding back to their house. It was warmer in there.
Plug snorted out a laugh as if to say, ‘you didn’t care about the cold the other night’, but obliged anyway, picking up the crippled man and carrying him tenderly back inside.
“Rick?”
“Y-yeah?”
“A hundred years?”
“Yeah, Rickley, a hundred years.”
@plugrick
(We cooking up some good ass plot holy shit @plugrick )
Merchant to Merchant
@plugrick
“So, wh-why do you go by “Plug”? I-is it some kinda sexual joke or some clever lead back to drugs that I’m just not getting?”
*Majick asked curiously. He’d heard about this Rick before, and had wondered at the name. Now that they’d finally run into each other, he wanted to know.*
@plugrick texted @ 04:20 ( 📲 ) [ text. ] pplug its 4 am [ text. ] what r u even sayin rn [ text. ] sure ok [ text. ] jus tryn keep it down k? a li lbit