[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210222/a31583a46cd1de3ddf424239bbc348e8.png[/img][hr] [img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/344014577/original.gif[/img] [hr][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210222/5de01543842d1313ca9e7d74fc705c5b.png[/img][hr] [color=FF8B00][i]Fuck Rico[/i][/color] He had heard those words so many times. Some of those times were half hearted attempts to annoy him or said in jest; other times it was purely malice and he did his best to hide the affects. For someone who wore his emotions on his sleeve, Rico also knew how to hide them well. [color=FF8B00][i]Fuck Rico[/i][/color] This time it wasn’t Spike saying it. This time it wasn’t some guy whose girl he’s accidentally on purpose hit on. This time, it wasn’t Ellie...he was saying it to himself. Every beat hit his heart like a shotgun blast. The rhythm was seeping into his pores and pulsating down his body in a shockwave; forcing it to move to the sound like only he could. He was feeling supersonic. The LSD was kicking in and your boi Freako was about to put on one hell of a show. Emerging from the bathroom a damn sight better than how he entered it; Rico made his way back into the party which was even more crowded than how he had left it. That however would not stop him from doing what he does best and getting his party on. The mishap with Billie had all but encouraged him to forget what troubles befell his heart and just let loose. Ellie would never have him back and he hadn’t properly dealt with his emotions since their breakup and the first party of a new school year was no place to soul search. It was only a place to get totally fucked up. [color=FF8B00]“Suave en la casa, bebé”[/color] Scanning the room, he noted his Libertine tourist Jackson Park entering the party with a dynamite looking girl who looked like she was custom made in a doll factory to near perfection, he had heard the name Miki thrown around and from what he could tell, she was the Melissa of Liberty. Jackson did call himself the king after all so maybe this was his Queen. Running through the crowd, Enrique jumped up and planted a huge kiss on Jackson’s cheek. [color=FF8B00]”JP, my man!”[/color] He applauded his new found friends choice in companion. His fingers danced in the air as the troubadour didn’t really know what to do with all the energy he had. He turned to Miki and smiled at her. [color=FF8B00]”Rico. The pleasure is absolutely all mine, mi amor”[/color] He winked towards the porcelain skinned goddess before turning back to the tall boy. [color=FF8B00]”Come find me later, brother man and we’ll do shots. Hail to the king baby!”[/color] Grabbing a drink from some random person nearby whom he didn’t recognise, Rico downed it in one before leaving Jackson and Miki in his wake. He danced further into the party, catching sight of one Stephanie Cross. The girl was straight fire and everyone knew better than to play with her lest they be burned. Yet Freako wasn’t just anyone and Colin probably wouldn’t give a fuck because he was too busy trying to lay with her Royal Heiness. Making his way over to the lonesome Spice, the Latino took her hand and kissed it gently. [color=FF8B00]”Oye nena, el mundo se detuvo porque acabas de entrar. Why don’t you come with me to the dance floor and we show these preppies how we do Rosefell style?”[/color] Stephanie couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She wasn’t exactly a stranger to the attempts at seduction throughout the years of one of Colin’s best friends, but she had always been quick at turning him down. The raven-haired girl had a type, and Rico was certainly a far cry from it. But her only goal tonight was to make Colin jealous while having lots of fun in the process. Provocatively dancing with his best friend was a fantastic start, right? Spice certainly thought so. “Let’s get ‘em, [i]guapo[/i],” she smirked, taking his hand and guiding him to the dance floor. Rico pulled Spice close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck; his hands tracing them downward and onto her back and further to her waist. She moved seductively between his fingertips as with every beat from the music around them, their bodies would become more entwined. Watching the two as they danced the night away was deeply sexual despite their lack of romantic spark. It was two fires meeting to create a blazing inferno; one ember seeking to burn and the other to illuminate...which one was which was yet to truly be decided. He span her gracefully and she matched his every movement. Arms wrapped around her waist from behind; Enrique considered That dance with Stephanie was somewhat taboo given that she was kind of sort of maybe with Colin but would the Gallagher boy do anything different were he in Enrique’s suede shoes? He doubted it. [color=FF8B00]”It’s a shame Colin is too busy with Melissa”[/color] He inhaled her scent as his hand reached towards her leg and touched the soft skin. [color=FF8B00]”To waste you tonight when you look like this is a crying shame”[/color] Raising his head up, the lover boy caught sight of a different kind of fire and his attention was immediately transported there. A tall red haired girl he had never seen before entered the kitchen and he was mesmerised. His eyes were beginning to feel heavy and the sweat was becoming thicker across his brow. It was most likely the drugs but he couldn’t be sure. He needed a drink to cool off. [color=FF8B00]”Excuse me, mami. Have a nice night”[/color] Pressing a gentle kiss to Stephanie’s cheek, Rico left her in the center dance floor, alone. After his briefest of dalliances with [i]El Picante[/i], Enrique followed the wisp of sun kissed orange hair to the next room in his wayward path which was the kitchen; the main hub of any good party. It was crowded, of course it was but like any good star should he knew how to stand out in the crowd and so too did a blonde and the redhead he followed in here downing shots at a nearby table. Licking his lips like a dog salivating for a snack; Freako began to salsa on the spot. Even as the drugs took further grip on his sanity the boy had more rhythm in his left pinky than most did in their entire body. Before he could reach the bevy of beauties; he was struck by a force that almost knocked him to the floor. Composing himself as much as the spinning room would allowed; Rico looked up to match eyes with a massively built young man with hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair. By the look on the human barricades face; he was pissed off for some reason or another and Freako thought he knew better than to engage a lion that was so very obviously desperate to be let out of its cage. [color=FF8B00]”Mierda, you’re a big boy ain’t you?”[/color] Theo smiled softly before bursting into laughter. He put the case of beer he was carrying down and wrapped himself around the mariachi in a bear hug as if greeting an old friend. He began to squeeze hard, then a little harder and then just a little bit more which was when Rico realised this wasn’t what it looked like. The air began to leave his lungs and the pressure on his ribs and spine was indescribable. Confusion and fear began to drift into his soul as the thicker boy moved his head to the side of his victim and his into it with pure venom. [color=E7C142]”One warning [i]ese[/i], keep your dirty cholo hands away from me or I’ll break you in two and throw the pieces back over the fucking wall where you belong”[/color] The boy released his grip and allowed a rush of air to return to Rico’s body. He patted the latino’s arm with a big hearty smile plastered on an incredibly smug looking face. [color=E7C142]”Enjoy the party buddy”[/color] He laughed again before grabbing his beer and moving passed Enrique, leaving him in a puddle of insecurity. Immediately following the encounter with Theo, he returned to the privacy of the downstairs bathroom, this time to do a few lines of coke. Thank God Colin came in with the supplies or this would’ve been a really long bad night for Rico. He was almost certain that the obvious Liberty brute had probably broken a rib or two of his during their bro-down. The blow was good to ease some of the pain that was slowly rising in his torso which would allow him to carry on doing his thing. Sure it wasn’t the safest choice but who cared? It was only Rico after all. Leaving the relative safety of the bathroom once again, Enrique stopped in his tracks. There she was, the source of his agony but also the source of his joy. She looked good, damn good and she was...enjoying herself? He had spent months trying to get her to attend these types of parties but work came first. Fuck. How could she be here and how could she look so damn perfect. The lord was testing him. This was the girl he named a storm after.[/center]