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Mid pour of a half pint of tequila and mint, Enrique felt a large presence behind him. Now Rico was by no means a tall guy, in fact he was fairly short but in his experience there was only ever three guys who had that same sort of aura around him in such away which meant the figure could only be either his father, Sexual Chocolate or the one and only Colin Fucking Gallagher. Once he spoke there was indeed no doubt that it was the latter.

[color=FF8B00]”Colin my brother man you shouldn’t have”[/color]

Rico took the bottle of Don Julio from the other boy and popped it open. He downed the half drink he was making without even blinking before starting to mix a new one with Colin’s “present”. [color=FF8B00]”Oh you know CG, the talent that will be here tonight, I’m spoiled for choice”[/color] He handed Rosefell resident drug dealer a back the bottle before beginning to mix another, not many people could stand with El Mariachi when it came to drinking but Colin was one of the few.

Before another word could be uttered, the two boys were joined by the Queen of Rosefell whom swiftly entered into a battle of wordplay and double entendres with Colin. Enrique watched with bated breath as they danced a tango around each other before she took her leave. Rico watched her go and tried to think back as to whether he had slept with her or not. It was highly possible and probable but then again, his memory was like a slice of Swiss cheese. 

[color=FF8B00]”Cuidado Colin, las espinas son afiladas”[/color] The troubadour began [color=FF8B00]”Those thorns are sharp, man”[/color]

[color=D9381E]“Yeah…”[/color] Colin absentmindedly said to Rico as he watched the dangerous queen confidently strut her stuff away. Blue eyes fixated on her cute butt until it disappeared into the chaos of the crowd, to which redirected his attention at Rico. [color=D9381E]”But that’s the fun part.”[/color]Colin smirked and pat Rico’s shoulder, letting out a hyped chuckle. [color=D9381E]“She could cut me up and reduce me to shreds or I could rock her world later tonight. Or have you never played Russian Roulette?”[/color]

[color=FF8B00]”Brother man who you talking to?”[/color] Rico shook his head as he took a sip from his concoction. It was true that he had partook in that very game way too much that it was bad for his health. [color=FF8B00]”So is that the goal tonight? For the thief to lay with the Queen in her golden bed chambers? I imagine there will be a few other knights to fight off my friend”[/color] 

Enrique raised his glass in salute to the arrival of the Boys. He was lucky in that he had somehow managed to become someone who could float cliques and clubs. He could easily be standing with the walking talking bad mfer that was Colin and just the next be hanging with the jocks in Hunter and Dee. The he could float to the ethereal nerd side of Cael and Rae. He was a singing chameleon.

[color=FF8B00]”If Missy doesn't want to play tonight, there’s a lot of other options, echar un vistazo”[/color] He motioned to the arrival of Sam and Jo at the same drinks table they were at. Though he hoped that Colin would not go over there; he had a soft spot for Jo as the two often played together at open mic nights and Gallagher would eat Herbalife. His eyes continued to point Colin around the room to the bevy of beauties that were arriving, including Liv, Billie and Alina.

Colin was observant enough to follow Rico’s gaze and he saw what he saw. Billie Jean Grey, that Nicholas’ twin sister. He always found it odd how pale Nicky boy was compared to the exotic beauty that Billie oozed. She was feisty, but that was right up Colin’s alley, though he heard rumors about her from a few of his associates from Liberty. Word traveled and he heard about her fight-over-flight personality. That wasn’t a dealbreaker, but given his recent run-in with her type, maybe not such a bright idea.

But then again, when did Colin ever listen to his northern head?

And then there was the new girl. He didn’t know her well enough, that skirt - hot damn, talk about an ass. [color=D9381E]“You were right, Rico,”[/color] Colin spoke up, chuckling more for himself, [color=D9381E]]“a lot of potential here.”[/color] As soon as he said that, however, Colin let out a sigh, [color=D9381E]“But if the opportunity shows up, I’m going for the queen. Nobody is gonna get in my way.”[/color] His declaration came as he snagged whatever drink Rico created and took a sip and it lit him up more than any amount of coke and vodka could ever do, to which a very vocal “hot damn!” left his lips.

Rico was not one to “pick a target”, in fact he was much more a let the night take you where it may sort of guy. Still, he couldn’t help but be enamoured by the encroaching ladies that were beginning to fill up the house and the new faces he had yet to get to know did pique his interest; Billie and Liv especially. Tonight would be the perfect night to introduce himself. Though he worried somewhat that Ellie would be here somewhere and would see him doing Freako things. The last thing he wanted was to cause her any more pain than he already had. Shit he was way too sober in that moment, that needed to change. He downed his second drink and began mixing a third.

[color=FF8B00]”I’m assuming you brought party favours?”[/color]

[color=D9381E]“Me? No, I didn’t buy them - our gracious host did.”[/color] Colin flashed a sly smirk, looking over at where he saw Christian being a good host to his guests, [color=D9381E]“but I’ve got some extras right here--”[/color] Colin patted the left side of his jacket, [color=D9381E]“--so, what you in the mood for? I know you don’t need the magic blue pill, but maybe a little white powder to bring out Freako, hmm?”[/color] Colin opened the right side of his jacket, pulling out a linear vile no longer than his index finger that had a blue cap and full of a white substance.

[color=FF8B00]”Bueno; now it’s a party”[/color] Rico nodded his head in satisfaction at the look of the vile in Colins hand. Cocaine was his drug of choice. He didn’t fuck with much else to be honest. Weed yeah of course but anything more than that was a rarity. Sometimes Colin would slip him some E’s and that would lead to Enrique writing some tripped out songs but Coke was a good way to get a buzz on and get the world moving in the right direction. [color=FF8B00]”A small bump for me to start; gotta pace yourself brother man you know that”[/color] he patted the taller boy on the back and smiled. Rico enjoyed partaking as much as the next person and for sure he overdid it on a regular basis but he worried for Colin. He wondered if his friend had any light or if everything was just all dark, all the time.

[color=D9381E]“Guess it’s too soon for Freako to emerge, huh?”[/color] Colin joked, laughing as his half-formed fist playfully bumped into Rico’s left shoulder. 

After Rico took his bump, Colin took a full pinky fingernail of the white powder, and sucked on it like it was the candy he used to get when he was a kid. To wash it down, he took whatever mad scientist experiment Rico made a few minutes ago and the sensation created from that combo sent Colin’s voice into an almost pitchy yell as his eyes met his Spanish friend. [color=D9381E]]“I’ll check with you later, Rico. Gonna scout the place and see just who I can get down with.”[/color] Colin repeated the earlier action of bumping Rico’s shoulder with his fist. [color=D9381E]“You come find me if you want more. And if you’re in the mood for something a lil stronger, I’ll hook you up, bro!”[/color]

[color=FB8B00]”Vive como si no hubiera mañana”[/color] The troubadour nodded as his friend disappeared into the growing crowd. Theirs was a friendship that truly only existed on nights like this; at school or otherwise they probably wouldn’t socialise. Yet it was their dedication to the craft of being an absolute fucking mess that brought them together. 

Rico began to survey the room himself, not entirely sure what he was looking for until he found it. In these moments one would normally “turn on the charm” but for Enrique, he was just born that way. He glanced at himself in a mirror to make sure he was presentable before approaching an exotic beauty on the other side of the room. If what he had heard around school was true; he heard her name was Billie. He danced across the room like only Suave could and offered the girl a drink and a smile.

[color=FB8B00]”You strike me as a woman that’s never been satisfied”[/color][/center]