Alberto and Ricardo usually make it a point to not be seen together at the arena. Alberto's big idea to cut professional ties with Ricardo hadn't led to the success for either of them that they'd wanted, but they still uphold the gimmick of hating each other, just in case something should change. Even so, everyone's around ringside, either sitting in chairs or standing by the apron, so it doesn't seem like that big of a deal that they'd be standing not that far away from each other.
Drew and Jinder are standing on the ring apron, talking quietly amongst themselves with their backs turned to the others. Quite a few of the wrestlers and divas standing around are beginning to look bored, unsure why they're here to begin with. With time, the volume of their inane chatter rises and seems to attract the members' of 3MB's attention as they turn to look at them all. "Oh, everyone's here, great," Drew drawls, finally entering the ring with Jinder and peering down at the group. "Unfortunately Heath is off for awhile, needin' some time to himself, which means we need an interim member of the band for the holiday tour comin' up. Make a single-file line, no shoving. We'll interview you all fairly for the position."
Ricardo glances around, watching as the wrestlers talk louder for a moment, the majority of them then turning to leave the ringside area. Alberto is among them but he waits, staring up at Drew and Jinder as their expectant faces fall more and more while the room empties. Within minutes, he's the only one standing there but Alberto seems to notice he's not following because he hesitates at the curtain to see what Ricardo's doing.
Jinder nor Drew seems to notice him because they turn away, whispering heatedly amongst themselves. He squares his shoulders, takes a breath and approaches the ring, slowly climbing inside. Holding his hands up in supplication so they don't try to attack him, since neither realize he's in the ring, he clears his throat. "Eh, uh, hola."
Immediately Drew and Jinder stop talking, turning to look at him suspiciously. "What do you want?" Drew asks, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow as Ricardo shifts from foot to foot.
"Uh, well," he says awkwardly. "It seems that you're short a member, and um, everyone else left so perhaps... I could take the position for a bit?"
Drew and Jinder exchange glances before turning to look at him, eyebrows raised. Neither say anything and Ricardo's shoulders start to slump.
"Never mind," he says quietly, turning from them. "I'm sure you had someone else in mind."
He's half way through the ropes when Drew coughs. "How do you like dressing up in costumes?"
Ricardo freezes and turns to look at them incredulously. "Really? You mean you want me to be an interim member of 3MB?"
The two of them exchange glances once more before turning to him. "Yes," Drew says decidedly, clapping a hand on Ricardo's shoulder. "Let's go select costumes." They leave the ring and Ricardo follows them uncertainly, wondering just what kind of ridiculous things they'd dress up as.
Alberto is still standing off to the side so he snags Ricardo by the arm, glancing back at the other two men. "Are you sure about this?" he asks the ring announcer.
"Si, it'll be alright, El Patron. I know they attacked me int he past, but I think things will be alright this time." He reaches up and pats Alberto's hand. "Trust me, El Patron."
He stares into Ricardo's eyes for a moment, before releasing a lengthy sigh. "Si, fine." Leaning in, he kisses him. "Have fun, then."
"I will," Ricardo promises him quietly. Stroking Alberto's hand, he turns and catches up with Drew and Jinder, feeling a little more comfortable in his decision.