"Hey, Morty!" the brunet spun, having been on his way to the backroom, and found Al grinning at him. "You try your new toys yet?" he asked cheekily. Morty laughed, shaking his head. "I haven't even taken them out of the boxes!" Al snapped his fingers in an 'aw, damn' motion, walking off with a laugh while Morty made his way to the backroom.
       "You rang?" Morty called down the hall, looking around for Rick. "Huh," he muttered, not seeing the man around. He spun, shrugging, and stopped. 
       "Hello, Mortimer." 
       Morty glared at the man before him, finding Rick as well. The club owner was held harshly, glowering across the pool table as Morty stared at a man that should be dead. 
       "Devon," Morty spat, taking the scars into account. The man really was worse for wear after being shot and thrown from a balcony. "Nice to see you again," Morty continued, leaning on the other side of the pool table. 
       "Is it, though? Last I thought, you didn't throw acquaintances from twenty feet in the air through a window after getting them shot." Devon growled, making Rick stop squirming at his side. "Of course not. That happened because we were never acquaintances." 
        "That's a shame. Really, you and I would make a great team." Devon sneered across the pool table and Morty growled, seeing the gun he had jabbed in Rick's back. "Now you're just being a coward. Shoot a man in the back, doesn't that make you a pussy?" Morty questioned, leaning against the table.
       The brunet genuinely had no plan. He had no weapon, no access to one, and no way to get Rick out of there that probably didn't involve one of them getting shot. He was screwed, and Rick was more-so than he was. 
        "I don't care what it makes me, as long as this bastard and you are out of my way. I'm going to be at the top, whether you like it or not. You both lose today." Morty knew it was true. They didn't really have a way out of this situation. Not this time. Morty had nothing, Devon must have already disarmed Rick, and nobody came back here unless they were asked. 
       Morty couldn't use the radio, and his own earpiece didn't have a channel to the others. Rick was stuck where he was, and Morty was quite possibly going to die today. Then the world would be forced to bow at the feet of Devon.
       "You're forever going to be a pansy," Morty grumbled, leaning against the pool table and drumming his fingers on the wood.
       "Well, why don't you two just hang out right here a minute. I'm gonna go play some music for us to shut you up." Morty glowered at the man as he walked away with a warning wave from his gun, heading over to the control panel. "Keys," Morty mouthed to Rick. The man furrowed his brow and Morty pointed to the table across the room. Rick nodded, glancing over at Devon before he dug the small key from his pocket and threw it across the pool table. Morty grabbed it and shoved it into his own pocket, waiting for Devon to return. He had to find the right opportunity, and he was honestly banking on him giving another dramatic speech.
       "There we go," Devon announced as the room was filled with the sound of 'Let Me Put My Love Into You' by AD/DC, Rick and Morty's song, on a technicality.
       "Beautiful," Devon called out, stepping over to the pool table. He stood by Rick again, staring at Morty. "You're a prize, you know that? It's been years since I've seen you, and you've barely changed. You are a very beautiful person, you know that? What are you doing, working here? You should be in modeling or something."
       "I don't know if you've read the news recently," Morty grumbled, "but the world just isn't ready for plus-size models. That's what they're all saying. It's complete bullshit, everybody's beautiful, but it just wouldn't work, doll." Morty smiled bittersweetly, watching Devon roll his eyes. "Then the world doesn't know how to appreciate fine art," he mused, unashamedly going over Morty's form. "Why don't you go sit down while I finish chatting with Rick, here. Then you an' me are gonna have a chat of our own." Morty shrugged, heading over to the couch with a smile. He watched as Devon followed his form with his dark eyes, giving a flirtatious smile. Devon grinned wickedly, talking to Rick now, though Morty was waiting for him to stop staring at him already.
       When Devon finally stopped staring at the brunet, glaring at Rick and possibly screaming at the man, Morty made his way to the table, sitting on the surface and searching for the keyhole without looking. He eventually found it, the spot being almost directly behind him, meaning the table had been moved around. Devon glanced over and Morty was left with no other option, sitting in a highly provocative position as the man looked suspicious. Obviously he hadn't learned after Morty had used the same technique on his old boss, looking away after winking oddly. Morty drew the drawer open, feeling blindly for the gun he was searching for. He found it, hearing the metal scrape grossly against the wood, and watched as Devon stared suspiciously again. Morty sighed, shoving the gun in his waistband as the man approached, covering it haphazardly with his vest. 
       "What the hell are you doing?" Devon growled, standing in front of Morty. He peered behind the brunet and growled, looking in the drawer. "There's nothing in there, so your time was wasted. Get back over there." The man shoved Morty back to the pool table and the brunet pouted, walking beside him. 
        "Come here," Devon growled, yanking Morty towards him. "You're nothing but a little tease, aren't you? Do you know what can happen to you, playing around like that?" Morty stared curiously, finding himself face to face with Devon. He grinned dubiously, watching Devon stare heavily at him, breathing harshly as though he had just finished yelling at Rick. From the irritated look Morty received from Rick, he probably had been yelling.
       "What happens?" Morty asked playfully, staring almost in a challenge to Devon. The man grinned, using the hand that wasn't holding the gun to drag Morty directly to him, claiming the brunet's mouth in a very disgusting kiss. Morty furrowed his brows, opening his eyes after a minute. He was met with the disturbing proximity between he and Devon, peering sideways at Rick. The brunet brought one hand up to the back of Devon's head, carding his fingers through the black locks as his free hand dug the gun from his waistband. He held it out, urging Rick to take it. The man took forever to get the hint, obviously caught up as he watched Morty swap spit with the enemy who really needed to learn how to brush his teeth. 
       Morty felt really grossed out as Devon used his free hand to pinch his ass, shutting his eyes tightly and furrowing his brow as he pulled his hand from the man's head. He laid his hands on the man's chest, wishing Rick would just hurry the fuck up already as he wanted to vomit. He leapt in fear as the heavy shot rang out, almost shrieking as he felt himself hit with blood from the wound now in the man's skull.
       "Je-sus," Morty complained, wiping his mouth. He leapt over Devon and ran to the mini fridge, grabbing a water bottle and a Cola while Rick radioed that he needed Gary. Morty rinsed his mouth infinite times with the water before he used the Cola to rid himself of most of the taste. "Oh my God," he growled, shaking his head in disgust as he wiped his tongue off frequently. "Does he know what a fucking toothbrush even is?" 
         Morty watched as Rick shrugged, half-heartedly tossing the gun into the table and locking it, taking the key Morty left in the slot. Gary came in and sighed heavily, taking care of the mess and glancing to Morty. The brunet pointed at Rick, "I didn't do it. Honest. I just helped." Gary seemed to relax, though was still none-too-happy to be getting rid of a dead body. 
       "That was kinda gross," Morty grumbled, grabbing a few Starburst's from the cupboard and eating several. "Gonna take a century to get that out." Rick chuckled lightly, sitting in his chair now and staring out the mirror. 
       "How the hell do you do it?" he asked after a moment. Morty hummed in confusion, standing next to the man now. "Do what?"
       "You're raising a kid, still working here, acting like a functioning member of society, getting into shit like this and not batting an eye. How the hell are you doing it?"
       Morty shrugged, staring down at the man that glanced quizzically up at him. "I dunno, honestly. Maybe it's just something natural to me, I guess."
       Rick hummed and Morty shrugged, finishing his candy. "That's, what, five times now you've had to get somebody holding me at gun point?" Rick questioned. Morty shrugged, walking back down the hall. "Give or take, yea. I'm heading back!"
       "Yea, alright," Rick replied.

       Morty remained behind the bar until it was almost time for his shift to dance, wondering if Rick was alright. He hadn't really been himself ever since Morty had come back. He was different, less energetic, and it very obviously wasn't because of his age. He just.. wasn't himself. 
       "Morty!" the brunet found Al leaning over the counter with a big grin. "How'd it go with Kyle?" Morty shrugged, clearing away a few glasses. "I don't think he's for me. Maybe Gary, though. They seemed interested in one another." Al nodded, his smile never faltering. "That's good. I found the perfect guy for you, kid."
       "Who is it this time?" Morty questioned, sighing after a minute. He was about done with everything Al was trying to do. 
       The man pointed towards the stage, and beyond it. "There's only one man that fits your description, and only one man that can handle what you got to give." Morty laughed, shaking his head. "That never worked out the first time."
       Al seemed shocked, staring between Morty and the mirror with a jaw-dropped expression. "He already had a piece of dat ass?" he asked incredulously. Morty laughed, nodding as he put the glasses away. "He tapped it pretty good," he laughed, stacking the glasses on the back shelf. "Well, shit! Get back with that!" Al demanded, pointing to the mirror. "He can see you, y'know," Morty stated, raising his brows to Al. The man nodded, waving it off. 
       "What the hell is he pointing back here for?" Rick grumbled. Morty sighed, staring at Al. "Now you got me in trouble," he complained before pressing the button. "Apparently," Morty stated dramatically, "he's playing matchmaker."
       "What's that got to do with me?"
       "Well, gee, boss, are you sure you're intellectually inclined?" Morty teased, watching Al stare. Nobody talked to the boss like that and got away with it, not even the bouncers. Morty was special.
       "Yea, shut up, kid. I got it now."
       "I knew you would! Now you get to deal with it because I have a show to put on," Morty laughed, setting his towel on the bar and leaving so that the next bartender could get behind the counter.
       "If you get away with that, you gotta get back with him!" Al insisted, stopping Morty before the door. "You weren't here to see how bad I got with him, and you cannot tell anybody. I'm not joking. Nobody else knows, and I will literally never forgive you if somebody finds out."
       Al nodded, still staring from Morty and the mirror. 

       When Morty finally finished his dance, he watched the last patron leave. "Gary," he called to the man on the soundboard, "leave it on for a second. I gotta try something out." Gary shrugged, decreasing the volume and leaving the music going. He stacked the chairs up while Morty twisted up the pole, only making it halfway before he fell down again. "Shit," he growled, going at it a second time. He literally ran at the pole, jumping up and grabbing as high as he could. He spun up higher, spinning in a rapid circle and keep his legs in a front-back split.
       "God damn I should do ballet," he cried out triumphantly as he spun to the bottom. Gary laughed, giving Morty a bit of applause before the brunet shut the music down for him, walking back to the changing room. 
       When Morty was finally in his street clothes, he exited the room with a smile, glad he'd done his trick. He'd wanted to do it during his show, but that wasn't something he wanted to mess up in front of people. "That looked fun," Gary announced, approaching Morty once he'd finished stacking the last chair. "It was," Morty affirmed, laying back on the stage for a minute. "Where's Rick?"
       "Al wanted to talk to him before the day was over." Morty growled, sitting up quickly. "That dumbass better not try anything." 
       "Already tried," Morty heard, spinning to see Al walking out with Rick. "Al, I swear to God!" Morty threatened. The man raised his hands in surrender while Rick locked the back door with a laugh. "I said tried! And what are you gonna do, throw Jesus Juice on me?" Morty laughed, his anger fading at the mention of Jesus Juice.
       "I just said a few things about some things," Al stated vaguely. "Yea, well, stop playing love doctor. I got a kid that I don't need to be late picking up because I was worrying about what you were saying."
       Al wiggled his brows, "Why you gotta be worried about it? Hmmmmm?" he dragged out. Morty huffed, walking towards the time clock and punching out. "There's nothing to worry about, I just don't want you doing anything."
       "And what could I do?" Al pressed, clocking out while Rick talked to Gary. Morty huffed, "You could completely embarrass me or some shit. You don't think I already know that he's perfect in the most insane way? He's the only other person AJ feels totally comfortable with. But you don't understand what happened when I was with that man."
       "Did you have fun?" Al questioned. Morty sighed, "Yea, it was fun. But you cannot begin to understand."
       "Understand what?" Gary questioned punching out. "Nothing, Gary," Morty grumbled, heading towards the exit. He grabbed Al and stopped him from saying anything more. "You," Morty pushed him in the direction of his car, "go home and stop trying to set me up with people." Al nodded, peering behind Morty before he grinned.
       "He had fun and called you perfect and insane!" Al screamed, running to his car. Morty shrieked, spinning and finding Rick and Gary wandering out. "Who the hell was he talking to?" Gary questioned.
       "Ignore him. He was being stupid," Morty grumbled, hurrying to his car. "Goodnight!" he called, shutting the door and hurrying down the road. He had to grab his kid, go to bed, and kill Al tomorrow evening.