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[color=FB8B00]”Touche”[/color]

It was a fitting insult from the girl; Rico was disappointed in the line and was certainly not on the top of his usual one hundred game. He was no better on this night than the aforementioned STD on any other night. Her reaction was to be expected and immediate rejection wasn’t something new to Enrique. He would brush it off easily enough as he couldn’t afford to let the negative in lest he be consumed by it; something he knew all too well could be disastrous given his emotional nature.

[color=FB8B00]”Honestly; I just saw you from across the room; I mean how could I not? Eres un diamante en un mar de carbón and I just couldn’t help myself”[/color] The Latin lover bowed his head in a combination of apology and embarrassment. [color=FB8B00]”I would never expect anything, just hoping for a little conversation”[/color]

In that moment; the song and dance man realised the truth of the matter; for once his heart wasn’t really in the game. He hadn’t realised it at the time but he had felt this same feeling on the first day back when he tried to flirt with that girl who nearly turned him into Rico Roadkill. It wasn’t that Billie wasn’t attractive because Lord above knew she was dynamite. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the challenge because damn it that was the fun part. Hell he couldn’t even put the blame on the alcohol or drugs currently flowing through his system. It had been many days, weeks and months but the reason his heart wasn’t there was because it still belonged to [b]her[/b]. Perhaps she didn’t realise it but she still held it in her hand or maybe had it locked away in a memory chest under her bed? Whatever the truth, it was hers and he had yet to find the strength to take it back.

Billie’s comment to the other boy of Rosefell men being shallow did strike a chord. Enrique did not consider himself a shallow person by any means. Was the outsider's words a true reflection of how the world sees him? Or was he simply overthinking things because he currently didn’t feel like himself, no matter how much he masked it. 

[color=FB8B00]”I’ll offer my apologies for any offence and I’ll leave you to it. Still, if ever you go looking for a more stimulating conversation, look me up. Disfruta tu velada”[/color] Rico excused himself from the awkwardness that he had birthed and began searching around the mansion for some place for quiet reflection. 

Moments later he found himself in a downstairs bathroom splashing water onto his face. He could handle rejection; it happened more often than he cared to admit. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that she wasn’t who he really wanted or at least who he thought he truly wanted. Six months is not a long time but in that time, his entire view of the world and the people on it had changed and he hadn’t even realised it until now. Fixing what was broken was likely not an option; he had figure out what was next and thinking about things was not Rico’s strong suit.

[color=FB8B00]”Get it together, Enrique. You fucking idiot. Get out there and be fucking Suave. Deja tu mierda en la puerta”[/color]

Reaching into his pocket; he slipped out a clear bag of pills which he washed down with the rest of the concoction he had mixed earlier. Fuck his heart, it was time to mess with his head.

It was time to get his Freako on…[/center]