"P-Please listen to me S-Summer..." nervously rubbing his elbow, Morty tried his best to be earnest.

"Look Morty, I don't care that you gave me a drawing when you were eight. I'm leaving."

"I-I didn't... I'm not your real b-brother..." Morty sighed.

"What? Have you hit your head Morty? Now you're blurting out nonsense." Summer almost looked concerned.

"Look I-I-I..." Gosh, Morty could be so annoying when he started stammering.

"I-I'm not YOUR Morty. Neither is Rick, this isn't o-our dimension. Your REAL brother and grandpa are l-lying in our b-backyard. They were dead when we arrived.

We t-took their place because R-Rick destroyed our d-dimension."

"..." green eyes met brown. Lost for words, Summer could only stare.

"I-I had to leave my real sister behind, b-but I'm h-here f-f-for you. Please stay S-Summer."


*Summer and Tinkles friends with each other! Living in Never-Past-Bedtime-Land!* a hand slammed down on the buzzing phone. "What the hell?!" Summer groaned, trying to get up. Her amber hair was down, flowing wild over her shoulders. Was she dreaming? "I need to change that fucking ringtone already…" her eyesight focused on the beat-up, silver flask placed on the coffee table. It was Rick's. "…ugh two missed calls. I'm not in the mood for this." Quickly grabbing the flask, Summer took a sip. "Mm… this doesn't taste half bad." She then continued to gulp it down. Big. Fucking. Mistake. As the vile liquid burned her throat, Summer felt like she would cough out a lung. "Oh man, oh fuck!"

Unbeknown to her, a silver-blue haired figure pulled himself up from behind the couch. "H-hey! *blerggh* What t-the hell do you think you're doing?" Rick quickly snatched the flask from Summer. "Grandpa Rick? I was just- Woah! Jesus! Put some clothes on!" she blushed hard, trying to avert her gaze. "Why the hell are you naked? Again?!" Grabbing the white lab coat hanging from the adjacent chair, she threw it at Rick. "F-fine! *belch* You're one to talk, sitting there half naked y-you know. And why the hell are you drinking MY liquor? Haven't y-you had enough last n-night?" he eyed Summer, who now realized she was only wearing a black bra and mini jean shorts.

"W-well?" he waited for an answer. Dumbfounded, Summer was busy looking around for a shirt. "What the hell happened last night? The living room is a mess… and I feel like shit." she replied, trying to hide the warm blush rising to her cheeks. "We had a sick night Sum Sum don't you remem-" *Summer and Tinkles friends with each other!* Rick cringed at the melody. "UGH! I hate that ringtone! Who-" Summer grabbed the phone furiously. He could only nod in agreement. "Jessica? Why would Jessica call me? Wait, when did I get her number?" she stared at Rick. "You really don't remember huh? I-I'll go g-grab my pants... y-you might want to *bleergh* take that call."

Walking along the narrow corridor, Rick caught a glimpse of Morty peeping out from his room. "D-d-did someone say Jessica?" an old wrinkly hand shoved him back inside. "J-Jesus R-Rick! Put some p-pants on!" Carelessly, Rick kept walking, taking a swig from his flask.

*Living in Never-Past-Bedtime-Land!* "Hey…" Summer nervously answered the call, running a hand through her ruffled hair. "Hey babe, sorry I called so many times. Figured maybe you were asleep. Listen, I was wondering maybe I could pick you up for lunch and we could hang out." Huh? What was this? Jessica wanted to pick her up? She felt confused. Never once in her life had she hung out with the girl. "I- sure why not? I'm free whenever." she chuckled. "Perfect! I'll pick you up at two. It's a date then!" Summer blinked. "Wait, a date?" a shiver ran down her spine. "Fuck- I'm cold. I need a warm shower and some clean clothes, fast." She eyed the living room clock before rushing to the bathroom. It was 11:35 AM.


11:35 PM, Friday.

Electronic music blasted throughout the house. "DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!" the crowd cheered as Rick and Summer gulped down beer from plastic red cups. "Oh ho-ho you're going down Sum Sum" Rick sneered. "Not s-so fast grandp-pa!" Summer slurred, quickly gulping down another cup of beer. "Y-yikes! She's y-your g-granddaughter alright..." Morty muttered to himself. "H-hey g-guys d-don't you t-think y-you've had e-enough?" he tried to tug at Rick's lab coat. "Quit being s-such a *bleerghh* buzzkill M-morty! We are celebrating r-remember? G-go h-hang out with *bleergh* Jessica or s-something." Morty was shoved aside with a brush of his hand. Letting out a sigh, Morty's gaze now fixated on Jessica. "DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!" the auburn haired girl was happily cheering his sister on and drinking along. "H-hang out with Jessica… Y-yeah, right." Morty inhaled deeply, hugging his arm. Memories of his failed relationship started to cloud his mind.


07:00 PM, Friday.

"I-I d-don't know about this R-Rick. Are you s-sure a party is a g-good idea after w-w-what happened last time? We almost b-broke reality a-apart." Morty was starting to panic. "Why do y-you have t-to always be s-such a *burp* coward all the t-time M-Morty? R-relax. I have everything u-under control. We are *blerghh* taking the party to C-132. Invite Jessica over and w-we will jump through the p-portal together. I'm about ninety-percent sure the family over on that d-dimension is dead. We'll h-have *burp* the place all t-to ourselves."

"What's this about a party?" a slender, blonde woman stepped into the room. "M-mom!" Morty's voice was quickly muffled by Rick's hand. "Beeeeth! Honey! H-heyyy! Party? What party? There's no party. Just planning to take the kids out for some grandpa bonding time- to celebrate my return from intergalactic prison. Something minor, like a movie." With a quizzical look, she set down a plate of cookies on the coffee table. Arms crossed. "I expect you to be the responsible grandfather that you are." Beth's glare burned through Rick's soul. With his mouth full of cookies, Rick cracked a smile. "Y-you really made the crap out of these cookies, Beth. I wish your mother was here to eat them." His attempt at changing the subject was almost laughable but somehow managed to draw a smile on Beth's face. "Oh, dad." Any compliment from Rick was always a sure way to soften her up and this was no exception. "You and the kids have fun. Responsibly." Rick winked at Morty, who could only whisper under his breath "Oh, man…".