"And then what happened?" Beverly's eyes were wide in eager anticipation as she sat up in her chair, practically inching forward; hanging off Myra's every word. She was looking paler and even more slender than usual- her cheeks and eyes had sunken even more, since the last time Myra had visited.

"And then nothing, Mrs Sanchez; the guy was dead… pulverised, even." Myra chuckled to the older woman, watching as Rod started wandering over, carrying a tray of drinks and cookies from the kitchen.

"I won't even begin to attempt to understand all this mumbo-jumbo." He shook his head, "I'm just glad you an Ricky are ok…. For the most part, anyway." He chuckled, placing the tray down on the small rectangular coffee table in front of the two women. "Still, to think there won't be any bachelor party." He shook his head, "Maybe for the best… I don't know if I could handle all that extra-terrestrial bullcrap."

Myra cleared her throat, reaching down to grab a mug of coffee. She, of course, hadn't the heart to tell him that they had made celebrations without him. He was already crushed about the abrupt wedding ordeal.

"So, what will you wear, Bev?" Myra smiled, turning her attention back to the older woman.

Beverly let out a weak chuckle, "Oh, I don't really know… it's so abrupt… I didn't have much time to shop." She shrugged her shoulders, her slender frame looking especially frail, "Maybe I'll pull that scarlet piece out from Heather's wedding, a few years back?"

Myra wrinkled her nose, "No way!" She chuckled, setting her coffee cup down on the table, "I know a tailor, who owes me one… I could have him whip you up the most stunning number…"

"No aliens." Rod called from the kitchen.

"Surprisingly… not an alien." Myra cocked her brow. It was a lie, but they didn't need to know the finer details, "I can have him whip you up something fantastic in the blink of an eye…"

Beverly chuckled, her expression resigned, "Ok, I will trust you, I guess." She glimpsed up, "I wonder what Diane's parents are like, let alone what they will wear?"

Myra shrugged her shoulders, "from what I have been told, they are somewhat conservative; they'll probably wear something that covers those crude ankles." She chuckled, and Beverly let out a similar laugh.

"What would your mother wear?" Rod asked, appearing from the kitchen again; Myra could smell his 'Irish' coffee from where she sat.

She was slightly taken aback by the question; she hadn't thought of, let alone spoken to her parents for years, "She uhh…. A formal dress suit or something." She muttered absent-mindedly, peering out of the window, towards her parent's house. It was as though her bubble of reality had been burst with that one phrase.

"A dress suit?" Rod's bush brows rose in a confused expression.

Myra's brow crinkled, "There's these umm… dresswear things for 'mother of the bride'… like a long two piece top and skirt deal.." She trailed off, tearing her eyes away from her old home.

"You ok?" Beverly was always more finely attuned to her emotional turmoil, "I'm guessing you haven't spoken to your parents in a while…?"

Myra screwed her face up, "I have no desire to…"

"Take it from us, kid." Rod pitched in, "It really sucks having a child who doesn't visit or call." He took a lengthy sip of his drink as Beverly gave him an irritated glare.

"Don't listen to him, dear." Beverly cleared her throat, "I don't think our situation is remotely like yours."

"It's not… but I think Rod has a point." Myra said, clearing her throat and standing up, "Give me half an hour to go and make this social call for your dress, and then I will take us to the wedding."

"I'm hoping that you don't mean that portal thingy, because I…" Rod started before Beverly made a hushing noise, which silenced him.

"Take your time dear, I don't think Rick is in a rush to see us at all." She smiled weakly as Myra abruptly opened a portal and disappeared inside.


"Where's Morty, Pers?" Rick was feeling antsier than usual. He was buttoned-up, dressed in a blasted suit; the thing felt like it was choking him, "How does this tie look?"

"Squanching ridiculous." Squanchy muttered testily from behind him. The cat creature had perched himself on the room's kitchen counter, drinking some piss-weak alcohol Rick's soon to be in-laws had forked out for.

"I must agree with Squanchy; you look more than a little strange." Bird Person pitched in, "Myra was to leave in the early hours to pick up your parents, from what I recall her saying last night."

Last night.

"Fuck." Rick muttered aloud.

Things had gotten out of hand. Between all the booze and drugs he had been stuffing his face with all night, and his poor emotional state… The fact that Diane was pissed off at him would be a mighty understatement. She hadn't stopped chewing his ass the entire morning, until she left to get ready.

He wasn't entirely sure what was said, after he had passed out; but he was left feeling anxious that his best man wouldn't show. That thought simultaneously pissed him off and sent him into an illogical, emotional spiral.

"Ugh s-she better show that freckle-fucking mug soon." Rick snapped irritably, "S-she's know exactly the thing to tell me, right now."

"Like pull your head out of your ass?" Myra's voice chimed from the entryway. She was staring at him with a smug expression, an amused grin curving her mouth, "that might just be the sappiest shit I've ever heard spew out of that mouth, Sanchez; save it for your vows."

"Fuck you, Morty." He smirked back at her, "Why aren't you dressed?" He frowned, eying her up and down.

"I have to go and give that mermaid tailor a visit." She frowned, "But, in order to do that; I need you to give me that fucking 'password' to make Nimbus leave me the fuck alone." She rolled her eyes, "You know what he's like."

Rick frowned, "For the last time, it's a safe-word and not a pass-word." He grinned wider, "And I-I think it's safe to say that he won't be remotely interested in a solo tumble with you; it was the two of us that helped put the waves in that ocean."

Myra cocked her brow at him, "look- he told you the safe word and not me; if you don't want me to be fucking late, just tell me, because the moment I touch the water, he's going to be on me like a STD rash."

Rick frowned, feeling like she'd sucked all of the fun out of the situation, "Fine it was 'cocktopus', emphasis on the 'cock'."

"Thank you, kindly." Myra waved, pulling her portal gun out of her pocket.

"W-w-wait, where are my parents?" He frowned.

"They're waiting." She shrugged her shoulders, "All the more reason for me to hurry up." She shot open a portal, "Oh and Sanchez?" She asked, glimpsing at him again, "keep my beer cold, will you?" She grinned and disappeared inside the portal.

Myra re-appeared a little over two hours later; dressed in the same greyish suit that Bird Person and Squanchy. She grinned at Rick as he snorted and shook his head at her, "Dee's parents a-are going to shit bricks!" he chuckled. "A woman best man in a suit?"

Myra fluffed her crazy red hair and grinned, "Who'd have thunk in this day and age women could wear pants?!" she smirked in response, and snatched the icy-col beer he held out to her, "thank you, kind sir." She bowed sarcastically.

"My parents?" Rick asked after she had a few lengthy gulps of her drink.

"I left them with Diane's parents." Myra shrugged, "they are happy enough; your mother looks fucking gorgeous, by the way. It wasn't simple to get that fish prick to make the thing, but he owed us from that sex dungeon incident."

Rick chuckled, "Oh fuck, I almost forgot about that!" He chortled.

The door burst open suddenly, followed by a huge puff of white and frantic bridesmaids.

"Diane, Diane!" they were trying to calm the frantic bride down.

Myra quickly leapt into action, ushering the bridesmaids back from the emotional woman, "Woah, woah guys… maybe we should let them talk…" She said, showing the pastel puffs back through the door.

She and Rick made abrupt eye contact, before Diane threw her arms around him, sobbing gently.

"Hey, hey… Dee." Rick said, wrapping his arms around her to comfort her, "What's up? I-Isn't it bad luck to see you, o-or some shit?"

The door clicked closed, and the room echoed with Diane's sobs as he stood, awkwardly petting her in a means to comfort her.


The sounds radiating from outside the janitor's closet, signalled to Myra that Rick's wedding reception was in full-swing. She was slumped against the wall, her legs sprawled out for comfort as she glanced around at all the cleaning chemicals, which were lining the shelves.

In her hand, she was holding a small baggie of fluorescent blue powder; one of her special concoctions. It was a mixture of powdered crystals, and varying other ingredients; It was potent, enough to make her forget about the nagging irritations that had been overwhelming her mind all day.

How could Rick be such a sell-out; what was so fucking special about Diane that made him so willing to throw his life away?

She shook her head, as though to try and clear the thought as the music seemed to boom even more outside. She could feel the vibrations thumping against the wall and she let out a miserable sigh.

Initially, when Rick and Diane had started dating, she had assumed it would be a brief fling. Yet, somewhere along the line Rick had actually fallen for the manipulative, piece of trash that Diane was. The whole situation had annoyed Myra for years. Sadly, there was nothing she could do about it; Rick was clearly crazy about Diane.

Myra glimpsed up as the closet door creaked open slightly, revealing a concerned-looking Bird Person.

"I am relieved to have found you; your absence has caused quite some distress." He muttered, stepping inside the closet and closing the door behind him, "May I ask why you are hiding away from the festivities?"

"I'm having a party in here, all of my own!" Myra grinned at Bird Person, shaking the small baggie enthusiastically, "WAY more fun than that sorry excuse for a party out there." She motioned, jerking her chin towards the door.

Bird Person crouched down on the ground before her, his dark eyes seemed to be studying her intently, "You are not pleased that Rick has performed a melding with Diane?"

Myra let out a snort, "I thought I have been quite vocal in my disapproval for this entire situation?" She smirked intoxicatedly, "I even objected at the ceremony; much to Diane's annoyance."

"You have been excessively intoxicated all day." Bird Person stated, nodding his head in a matter-of-fact motion. "Apart from receiving multiple angry stares from Diane; your ludicrous actions have achieved nothing."

Myra shrugged her shoulders, "Well, guess I can't always be a winner." She said, feeling her mouth form a frown. "I'm just angry and frustrated that we're going to lose Sanchez, you know?"

Bird Person slumped against the wall next to her, "I highly doubt we will miss out on Rick's companionship for very long. He is not one to 'settle down', so to speak. I doubt family life will be able to sate his appetite for the unknown."

Myra sighed, "Maybe you are right, Pers." She glanced at him, "I think that despite everything, everyone has this inexplicable fear of being alone; I guess a part of me believed Rick would be that permanent fixture, of sorts, in my life."

"Then why end your intimate relations?" Bird Person looked visibly confused, breaking away from his typical stoic expression.

Myra let out a lengthy sigh of weariness, "I guess I was just being a coward." Myra frowned.

"Rick once confided in me on the day that he accidentally let slip that he loved you." Bird Person stated, his expression returned to its usual stoniness. "I probably should not tell you more than that."

Myra snorted and rolled her eyes, "Oh yeah? You ever heard that 'I love you' shit before? Let alone from Sanchez?"

Bird Person blinked, "Have you ever considered that he may have been expressing genuine feelings?"

Myra was frowning as she looked down at the floor beneath her, "Would that have really made a difference?"

"Sometimes people walk into our lives and we cannot believe that they truly like, let alone appreciate us for who and what we are." Bird Person stated plainly, "When you cross paths with someone you share a unique connection with, it is all the more confronting. Sometimes, as individuals, we are often so highly aware of all our imperfections; we do not understand how anyone could ever be so profanely fond of us."

Myra considered his words momentarily, "Maybe… I guess a part of me was really worried he would get bored with everything and leave. He isn't one to stay still very long; he has the attention span of a gnat sometimes."

Bird Person nodded his head slowly, "He does seem to flitter from invention to invention." He paused momentarily, "The only time I have ever seen him contempt and focused on a singular task, is when you were together. I think he was more clear-of-mind during those times; like he knew what he wanted in life."

Myra rolled her eyes, "Please, if Sanchez was so happy with me; he wouldn't be out there right now, dancing with his wife." She snorted, "He's settled for a life of complacency."

"Would you have preferred it being you out there?" Bird Person frowned at her, "Is some part of you, deep down, screaming out about this whole situation? Perhaps that is why you have secluded yourself and inebriated yourself all day."

"How about fuck you, Pers." Myra frowned.

"I will take that as a confirmation I have 'hit the nail on the head', as you humans like to say." Bird Person nudged her slightly, "I suggest you return to the celebration- although you may believe your absence has gone unnoticed; it was actually Rick who sent me to find you." He stood up and offered her his hand.

Myra took it, rolling her eyes as he pulled her to her feet, "You're one of the good ones, Bird Person." She smiled, "I bet in another dimension the two of us are doing it right now."

Bird Person stared at her, "I cannot say that I am not tempted by the thought."

Myra nudged him and reached for the door handle, pausing momentarily. She glanced at Bird Person and ruffled the feathers on top of his head and skewed his clothing slightly, then quickly adjusted her own appearance to look similarly dishevelled.

"I kind of want to hear the gossip!" Myra shrugged at him when he gave her a perplexed glance.

"I will not object to this plan." Bird Person stated as she opened the door.

Myra bumped into someone the moment she stepped out of the closet, glancing up into the confused eyes of Rick.

"There you are!" He grinned at her, pausing briefly to look from her to Bird Person. His expression dropped and he cocked an eyebrow, "Did you two…?"

Bird Person was quick to answer, "It was her intention to make it look like we had. Although we have not, I cannot say I am opposed to such attention."

Rick shrugged his shoulders, "Honestly I-I don't think there is a member of Diane's family that doesn't already think that we've gangbanged Myra already…. T-they're not exactly fans of hers…" He grinned at Myra, giving her a slight wink, "Not that I really give two shits about w-what those dip-knobs think!"

Myra found herself smirking in response to him, "Surprised I haven't been asked to leave yet?"

Rick laughed, somewhat nervously, "Trust me, if it was up to Diane alone, you would have been kicked out… really, if she had her way- you'd probably not be here at all, Morty."

Myra shrugged her shoulders, "Sucks to be her then."

He chuckled, "Y-yeah she kind of drew the short straw on this one." He slapped her on the back, his eyes widening at the sight of the baggie in her hands, all of a sudden, "I-is that what I think that is?"

"Damn right it is." Myra grinned back at him.

Rick dragged a hand through his hair, as though he was fighting the temptation, "Diane made me throw all of my stash out weeks ago!"

Myra grinned wider, "Sucks to be you. Who's the sell-out now, Sanchez?"

Rick scoffed at her, "Fuck you Morty."

Bird Person suddenly stepped forward, "I must interrupt your petty squabbling to ask Myra to come and dance." He stated, "Judging by that glare that Diane is giving us, I would say it is the best way for you to get out of this situation unscathed."

Rick and Myra quickly glanced across the room, where Diane was scowling at them, her hands folded tightly across her chest; her foot tapping the floor impatiently.

Myra snorted, taking Bird Person's hand instantly, "Good luck with consummating your marriage tonight!" She cackled, letting Bird Person lead her away towards the dancefloor. She abruptly tucked the baggie away inside her bra and glanced up as Bird Person made a strange noise, almost as though he was clearing his throat.

"It would be wise if you were to stop provoking her." He said with a seriousness, "It will only make matters worse, and a friendship all the more impossible for you and Rick."

Myra rolled her eyes as they started to dance, she could feel many eyes upon them, "Please, I am hardly exacerbating things; it's not my fault that she's such a control freak."

Bird Person's expression changed into an uncharacteristic frown, "You are hardly letting them have a chance. I suggest you put aside any feelings of hostility you have towards her and let Rick have the opportunity to be happy."

Myra felt a pang with his words, feeling slightly taken aback.

"I suppose you're right." She said, hanging her head. She glanced up as Rick and Diane suddenly joined several other couples on the dance floor with them. She watched them for a few moments, seeing them smile as they looked into each other's eyes. They truly were happy, weren't they?

The song ended and Myra turned to Bird Person with a smile, "Thanks for talking some sense into me, Pers. Like I keep on saying; you are one of the good ones."

He inclined his head, "I appreciate hearing that."

There was a sudden tap on Myra's shoulder, and she turned around to meet a stranger's gaze.

He was tall, dark and handsome; everything normal women would cream themselves over.

But Myra wasn't most girls.

"What?" She asked, perhaps too testily.

"My name is Roberto; Diane's boss." He said, offering his hand along with his introduction, "I was hoping to have the next dance?"

Myra resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "Sorry, I'm kind of all danced out; although I am trying to turn over a new leaf, I'd ideally give people a wide berth if they associate with Diane."

Roberto's mouth curved into a pleasant smirk, "That is precisely the reason for the dance invitation; I'm not exactly a fan of hers, either. I could judge by today's antics that you hold her in quite low regard."

Myra felt herself grinning, despite herself, "Did we just become friends through mutual hatred?" she found herself shaking his hand, "My name is Myra, by the way."

Roberto took her hand and chuckled, the deep sound was quite pleasing, "shall we?" He asked, taking her hand and motioning towards the dance floor.

"We shall." She let him lead her, his movements were smooth, almost expert as he swung her into his arms.

The song started, and he twirled her around once, tugging her back into his firm grasp.

"So, tell me…" Myra grinned, "If you despise her so much; why not fire her?"

Roberto considered her words momentarily, "To put it simply, she is quite exceptional at her job; I don't doubt she would take all of her clientele with her, were she to leave."

Myra nodded, making an expression of understanding plausibility, "She does seem to know how to gather quite the following of loyalists."

Roberto nodded, "Precisely… But I must ask; how do you know the bride and groom- more specifically the groom, considering you are the 'best man' ." He grinned, glancing up and down her tuxedo suit.

"Well, Rick and I were neighbours growing up; kind of inseparable friends." She said, simply, "I can't exactly remember a day where he wasn't in my life- so this whole situation has really thrown me off."

Roberto smiled at her; the sight seemed to radiate warmth, "I don't understand what he sees in Diane, when the perfect woman has been right there, practically all of his life."

Myra rolled his eyes at the sappy statement, "Please; define 'perfect'; it is nothing more than a social ideology to make people feel like outcasts." She snorted, gasping slightly as he pulled her closer to him.

"I daresay a smart, beautiful, passionate and fiery woman, such as yourself; you're pretty damn near perfection to me." His gaze was intense; the whole room seemed to fade away around them.

She let out a snort, "I'd like my conversation with less cheese, please."

"You don't like compliments?" He cocked his brow at her.

"On the contrary; I love them- they boost my already overly-inflated ego." Myra smirked at him, "But I'd prefer them spoken without the ulterior motives behind them."

Roberto seemed to consider her words momentarily, "If I didn't know any better; I'd think you were expecting that I am merely making moves at getting into your pants…"

Myra snorted, "Aren't you?"

Roberto chuckled, "I'd be lying if I denied that was one of the reasons I'd decided to come over and talk to you in the first place. I do like myself an attractive redhead."

Myra rolled her eyes, "Less cheese, more moves, pretty boy."

Roberto's eyes seemed to twinkle with delight as he whirled her about once again, tugging her back into a firm hold, "Are you calling me attractive?"

Myra snorted, "Are you an idiot too; only a half-baked moron would think otherwise. You're conventionally attractive; look at all of those women ogling you, even now."

Roberto's dark eyes wandered around the room with little interest, "Boringly attractive, would you say?"

Myra shrugged her shoulders, "Everything at surface level is only superficial."

The song ended and they stopped dancing; Roberto was smiling at her, "Thank you; for the dance and for the breath of fresh air." His hands were lingering on her waist as he glanced down at her.

"Oh, hey boss!" Rick and Diane were suddenly beside them. Diane looked slightly uneasy at the sight of Roberto and Myra together- she was chuckling nervously, "Imagine you and Myra… dancing… together.." She let out a forced laugh.

Rick was letting out a similarly forced laugh, "Yeah… geez w-were you carved in a Grecian god likeness, or what?" He glanced up and down Roberto, "W-would I be wrong to assume that you're packing a six-pack under that suit?"

"Rick… please, he's my boss!" Diane hissed in a low tone.

"It's been real pleasant, Roberto." Myra said, feeling his name come out of her mouth sarcastically, before she turned towards the bar.

She plonked herself down on a stool before the bar and motioned to the bartender, "I could really use a few shots of Everclear over here. Straight- none of that watered down bullshit"

The bartender gave her an odd expression, before searching through the bottles at the very top for a few moments, before pulling out a translucent bottle, with a bland navy, silver and red label. He walked over to her with a frown and poured three shots.

"You do realise he's probably going to have to cut you off after that?" Roberto was suddenly sitting beside her.

"No he won't, will you buddy-boy?" Myra winked at the bartender who rolled his eyes and walked away.

"Have you ever entertained the idea of being sober for the rest of the night?" Roberto asked, signalling for a drink of his own.

Myra threw back the first shot, "Please, and give my liver a holiday?"

"Is the substance abuse a new development, or is it something I will have to worry about, for future endeavours?" Roberto asked, cocking a brow curiously.

"It's a sometimes kind of deal; or a most of the time thing, when my best friend is getting married." Myra grumbled, already feeling the effects of the Everclear .

"Does Rick mean that much to you?" Roberto asked, his eyes studying her intently.

Myra rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders, "It's really hard having a nearly lifetime relationship with someone, without that person meaning something."

"You two had an intimate relationship, at one point?" Roberto said, more as a statement than a question.

Myra scowled at him, "don't you pull that psycho-analysis bullshit on me. I despise people who think they know better than you… just because they think they know what is going on inside your head…." She was slurring as she tapped the side of her head, "You can't get in here, Mr." She reached for the second shot, only to have Roberto snatch it up and gulp it down.

He smirked at her, "I'd much rather you sober for the rest of this evening."

She smirked back at him, "Fine…" She muttered, forcing another eyeroll.

The hours seemed to past swiftly. Between Roberto's conversation, dancing and overall distractions from what was happening; Myra actually found she was enjoying herself.

The fact that Diane was in a state of a mixture of worry and anger, only fuelled her gratification with Roberto's company. It had been far too long since Myra had felt some form of thrill with being with someone.

So, at the end of the night, when he offered to walk her to her room; she didn't object or make a fuss.

She momentarily locked eyes with Rick, who was also headed back to his room with Dianne. He gave her an odd expression, one which she hadn't seen before as he looked from Roberto, to herself and then forced a grin with a thumbs up.

Myra smirked back at him in response, making a crude gesture by wagging her tongue between her two fingers and he audibly laughed, before disappearing around the corner of the hall.

She stopped before her bedroom door, briefly reaching into her bra to retrieve the key.

"How many things do you keep in there?" Roberto chuckled.

"I keep everything in there." Myra grinned, swiftly opening the door, pausing to look at him, "I am assuming you'd like to come inside?"

"A very tempting offer; but I think I will stop by, later in the morning; just to make sure you are completely clear of mind." He smirked at her, staring down at her with is deep, dark chocolatey eyes.

She tilted her head up towards him, grasping him closely as she kissed him.

It was only in this moment, which she realised it was the first time she was kissing someone and not recoiling from it. She kissed him passionately, feeling the thrill when he returned it with equal passion. His arms wound around her, drawing her against him firmly, exploring the contours of her form.

He broke away a moment later, a devilish smirk curved his mouth, "I's better stop now, before I am unable to control myself any longer."

"Don't make me beg." Myra breathed, staring up at him eagerly.

He chuckled at her, "Come morning time; provided you aren't too hung over. We will have breakfast and see if we still enjoy each other's company." He winked at her.

Myra let out a sigh of weariness, "Fine." She muttered, "I will see you in the morning." She stepped inside her room and peered over her shoulder at him one more time, before she closed the door.

A few more sleepless hours ticked by slowly.

She became so restless that she decided to head to the building's rooftop for some fresh air. She was slightly surprise to see the stairwell's door to the roof was already propped open with a cinderblock. When she stepped outside she was even more surprised to see Rick, staring out into the city lights with a sorrowful expression.

"Sanchez…" Myra muttered, stepping up beside him to lean on the ledge, "Surprised you aren't in your room, thoroughly consummating your marriage." She chuckled, staring at his solemn face.

He forced a smile, one side of his mouth curved with some effort, before he let out a weary sigh, "I-I'm kinda having second thought about all of this, Morty." He said, his brow pinching together, "Suddenly this all just feels… wrong, I guess…" he was frowning, briefly making eye contact with her. "I-I mean, I've never really been certain about wanting to spend every day of my life with Diane… have I-I just made the worst mistake of my life?" He looked at her, his eyes almost begging her for an honest answer.

Myra cleared her throat, glancing out towards the city, "Although you know my own, personal, feelings about marriage and commitment… I think that you and Diane are crazy about each other; I've seen the way you two look at each other… and, although it sickens me to say… I think you two will have a long, happy marriage together because you are so in love." She nudged him playfully and he chuckled at her.

"Shut up, Morty." He snorted at her. He cleared his throat awkwardly, glancing around as though he was ashamed to have been minutely emotional, "So… Diane's boss?" He cocked his brow at her.

Myra rolled her eyes, "Yes he's everything wet dreams are made of… I imagine being physical with him would be equally satisfactory."

"Imagine?" Rick smirked widely, "Geez, can't even seal the deal, Morty."

Myra elbowed him playfully again, "Shut up!" She chuckled at him, "He wants to be the perfect gentleman; I guess that's the number one sign that an evening with him would only be a once-off deal. I can't have none of this 'treat me right' bullshit."

Rick grinned, "Man must be so blue-balled; spending the entire night touching and groping you… to n-not even get to relieve that… tension." He chuckled to himself and shook his head.

"The entire night?" Myra glanced at him, "Surely you have not been watching us all night?"

Rick cleared his throat awkwardly, "I-i-it was kinda hard not to. Plus, Diane was super worried you were going to make a bigger dick of yourself… y'know he's her boss and all…"

Myra watched Rick's brow furrow momentarily before she placed her hand on his, giving him a reassuring pat, "I will admit I am truly thrilled to see you so happy; no matter if the person behind your joy is Diane. I can't despise her for making you so blissful."

Rick glanced down at their touching hands, and then back up into her eyes, "I-I am happy…I'm also very over the fucking moon t-that you're here. W-wouldn't have been a celebration without you, Morty!" He slung his arm around her shoulder and they stared out towards the city once more.

Myra grinned, feeling the contempt of being in Rick's company, "A hundred years of Rick and Morty…." She smiled, her eyes wandering over the city lights.