I just want to start with one author's note… I had some personal debates on how far I could push the rating and I took a lot out. Sorry if it feels a little skeleton like. I'm assuming if you are reading a Rick and Morty fanfiction, you are old enough to be able to read worse than this. I had Morty acting differently toward the character he meets in here but I was battling in my mind for awhile on how he would act. The way he acts goes better with the story so I'm just publishing this so I can stop changing it.

Morty pushed the drink away from him, "No Rick, I don't want to drink it, it tastes bad. Why can't I just have a soda?" Morty complained for the third time.

"No Morty! If you don't drink it and they have to toss it, that's alcohol abuse. Never commit alcohol abuse."

Morty sighed looking at the drink; he forced himself to take another sip. The second sip was just as bad as the first.

"Swallow it." Rick said crossing his arms.

Morty did as he was told making a face to show his distaste.

"It gets easier after a few sips." Rick said sipping his own vodka.

Morty took another sip still not liking the taste but deciding drinking it was better than another confrontation with Rick.

Rick turned around on the stool leaning his back on the bar with his drink in his hands. "Look around Morty! You see what's in this place?"

Morty mimicked Rick's position then looked around at the dancing aliens as others watched. "Aliens?" Morty asked.

Rick's face grew stern, "Seriously, I need you to stop using that term Morty, it's degrading." He went back to smiling. "I'm talking about the possibilities here Morty. Possibilities in everything you do!"

"I don't know Rick, it's very dark here."

"Take a look over there." Rick pointed to the right of the bar where aliens were up on table like objects as others were sitting in chairs watching them. "That's where the poor ones go. Ten people per dancer. There are male dancers and female dancers. All for the preference. No judgment here."

"I don't know about that. It seems unsanitary." Morty said sipping more of his drink. He had to admit it was getting easier to drink it.

"In front of us." Rick pointed to a bunch of couches. "Sit over there; you get one on one attention. It's worth the extra money believe me Morty."

Morty nodded feeling his head swimming.

"Then in the back, those doors over there. That's for the nights you want to forget life."

"What's behind the doors?" Morty asked.

"A lotta stuff that you're too young for." Rick said.

"I'm drinking alcohol. What's more adult than that?"

Rick smirked, "You think alcohol is the worst thing adults do? That's hilarious."

Morty brought his cup to his lips finishing the last of his drink.

Rick looked down at Morty, "Oh, you're out." He turned around waving his arm. The bartender immediately poured another drink for Morty and cooled some more vodka for Rick.

Morty placed his empty glass on the bar, taking the new drink. He sipped it; the drink was now going down smoothly.

"You feel that Morty?" Rick asked.

"Feel what?"

"That carefree feeling? That feeling like nothing matters. Take a deep breath Morty, this is what freedom feels like."

Morty took in a deep breath then coughed. "My head feels funny. Am I drunk?"

"Not drunk Morty, buzzed. You'll know when you're drunk."

Morty laughed as he took another sip. "It feels good."

Rick's face lit up then leaned toward Morty whispering in his ear. "Look over at the couch casually so you don't draw attention. See those two who are sitting there?" Morty looked up. There were a lot of beings sitting around. "The read head and the brunette." Rick muttered.

"Yeah, what about them?"

"That's Glenda and Giselle. Glenda is the redhead and Giselle is the brunette. Do you notice anything interesting about them?"

"They're green?" Morty questioned.

"Anything else?" Rick asked.

"I think they have three eyes." Morty said squinting.

"Look lower." Rick said making a gesture at his own torso with an index finger.

Morty looked, how'd he miss them? The two girls had three large breasts peeking out of their bikini tops that were two sizes too small. They had their arms around each other while they laughed.

Rick started talking. "Glenda has two kids, same guy. Giselle hates kids. You see Morty, I'm their best customer! Those two only work together, you'll rarely see them apart. I'm surprised Glenda is still here, she was supposed to be here until she finished school."

Morty nodded half listening. His second drink was almost done. He was really starting to feel the room moving slightly.

Rick lifted his arm again turning around. The bar tender completed another round of drinks for the two.

"I don't know Rick. I think two was good for me." Morty said placing his empty cup on the bar.

"Drink up! You have half the Sanchez blood so you can drink just fine. You're mom screwed you over by screwing that pathetic waste of a human but nothing we can do about that now. " Rick grabbed the drinks and hand one to Morty. "Now that we are three in, let's go over." Rick said standing up.

Morty stood up to follow Rick but had to hold onto the stool. The room felt fuzzy and appeared to move slightly. Morty looked up at Rick who was already walking over to the girls. Morty followed with his drink in his hands attempting his best to walk a straight line like Rick was.

"Rick Sanchez!" The girls screeched running up to the old man. Each hugged and kissed each person's cheek.

"How have you been you old bag of bones?" Glenda asked.

"Couldn't be better." Rick said.

"Is it true that you were captured?" Giselle asked.

"Nothing I couldn't handle."

"And tortured?" Glenda asked.

"Like I said nothing I couldn't handle girls! You know me!" Rick said straightening up.

Rick looked back at Morty who was holding his drink staring up at them. "Who's the kid?" Glenda asked.

"This is Morty, my grandson."

"Morty! Such a cute name!" Glenda ran over. She bent down with her cleavage at eye level of Morty's face. She wrapped her arms around Morty's head and hugged the child. Morty didn't protest, although he was sure he wouldn't be able to protest with the way he was feeling. "He's so cute! He's like a mini you."

Once Morty was out of the woman's cleavage, he spoke. "I don't look like him." Morty said.

"And he has the cutest voice!" Glenda said.

"Yeah, kids real cute." Rick said. "So, I'm looking for a good night but he's still on the young side, so Glenda could you watch him?"

"Rick, I'm not a baby sitter." Glenda said crossing her arms.

"I'm not looking for a baby sitter, just someone who's willing to do whatever Morty wants." Rick hand her a wad of money. "Buy yourself and him another drink. Do whatever he wants. Keep the change from whatever you guys don't use. Just keep him busy."

Glenda looked through the money. "Alright." Glenda said grabbing Morty's arm.

"Rick!" Morty yelled.

Rick was already walking off with Giselle in another direction.

"So, how old are you?" Glenda asked making Morty sit on the couch. The couch had an off smell to it that made Morty even more uncomfortable. He couldn't figure out what that smell was.

Morty sipped some more of the drink trying to keep his mind focused. "Fou-fourteen."

"So funny, that's how old I am!" she said playfully hitting his arm before pushing her breast into his face.

"Really?" Morty asked feeling a little better about everything.

"Of course, that's in Forigean years. In human years, I am…" she started counting on her fingers. "Sixty two."

Morty gulped. "Th-th-that's a bi-big difference."

"Yeah, Not too big though. We'll keep to each being fourteen. How about that?" She said placing g a hand on Morty's knee.

"Aw geez." Morty said moving his leg. "I…I…" Morty didn't know what to say and sipped more of his drink.

"You're funny."

"I don't think I'm very funny." Morty gulped down almost all of the drink in his hands. He was feeling even more off. He didn't know if it was the drink or something else.

The girl giggled.

"Shouldn't we get to know each other first?" Morty asked as her hand fell on his thigh.

"What's there to talk about?" The girl whispered in his ear.

Morty felt himself melt from her talking in his ear. He was saved when a waiter came by with another round of drinks. "Rick said to make sure to give you guys another round."

"Oh, good, I'm thirsty." Morty said grabbing the drink that looked like the one he had just finished.

The girl recognized that Morty was trying to go around the idea and sat back with one arm around Morty and the other grabbing the drink on the tray.

Morty took a sip of his drink. The girl sat next to him sipping hers. Morty thought of a way to keep the two talking and nothing more, "So." Morty let out a laugh, "You have two kids?"

The woman looked at him as if he had three heads, "Yeah."

"What are their names?" Morty asked taking a sip of his drink.

Hours passed, Rick stumbled out of the back room with a smile on his face. He rubbed his hand on his face trying to gain some sort of feeling before he went back home. He went over to the couch where he left Morty with Glenda. Glenda was talking to another man as Morty was sleeping on her lap. His head between two breasts and his hand squeezing the third while he was sleeping. Rick knew from the beginning that the kid was a breast guy. He was too much of a momma's boy to not be.

Rick walked over to the two. Glenda looked up, "Rick, you're back!"

"Yeah, everything good?" he asked flopping on the couch.

"Yep, we talked about our lives and he had two more drinks then he passed out drunk. He's a cute kid."

Rick nodded, "Yeah real sweet. Did I give you enough for the trouble?"

"He was no trouble at all! You gave more than I would have made from any other client here tonight. Bring Morty anytime you want."

Rick just let out a grunt.

"Seriously, I've never had such a sweet client. He was all about our lives and he gave advice. I'm shocked he has your genes."

"Whatever." Rick said. Glenda helped move Morty so that the kid was laying on Rick's back. Rick stood leaning forward so that Morty would stay. The teen didn't move at all. Rick was sure Morty was passed out drunk so the chance of Morty remembering much of this tomorrow was slim.

Rick stumbled through the portal with a sleeping Morty on his back. He walked down to Morty's room and set the teen on his bed. Rick grabbed a cup of water and medicine placing it next to Morty's side table then stumbled out the door and toward his room.

He woke up feeling a headache that he never felt before. The pounding was so deep in his head. He would open his eyes and quickly shut them. Groaning and rolling over he tried to remember last night. There was a bar and dancers. Something banged downstairs making him throw his head under the pillow. The pain was too deep. Finally he opened his eyes enough to see a cup and medicine sitting on his side table. He grabbed the pills and drank the water to wash them down. Finally, he decided to roll out of bed and go downstairs.

Morty slowly walked into the kitchen where everyone was at the table, eating what appeared to be lunch at least he hoped it was lunch and not dinner.

"Look who decided to join the land of the living." Summer said looking up from her phone.

The others looked over. "Honey you look terrible." Beth said running over to him.

"I don't feel good." Morty said.

Beth cupped her hand to his forehead. "You don't appear to have a fever." She muttered. "What did you do last night?"

Morty looked over at Rick who glared at him. "I…I…"

"Kid couldn't sleep so we went out for ice cream late last night. I-I-It might be food poisoning. I wasn't feeling the best this morning either. Got the runs early today." Rick spoke up. "Rrrrreally bad runs."

Beth sighed, "Go lay down Morty, I'll bring food up to you."

"I'm fine mom." Morty walked over to the table with the others. He grabbed a plate. However, as soon as he took one spoonful of lunch to put on his plate, he felt vile come to his stomach. Morty ran for the bathroom.

Beth looked over at her father, "Like I said." Rick spooned his lunch in his mouth, "food poisoning's a bitch."

To be continued…

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