#[[ till the eggnog is done xD ]]

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Just as Morty's claims had annoyed Rick, the scientist's rant fuelled the teen's quickly souring mood, bringing him very close to the point where he would be ready to throw caution into the wind and start acting out of spite. If there was something he hated was having everything thrown back in his face as a way to make him feel in debt or guilty.

The man wasn't lying about any of it. Morty was well aware of how much both he and his counterpart owed to the Ricks. Their grandfathers had changed their lives, for better and for worse, but neither he nor his other self would ever choose to go back to how their existence was before. However, that didn't give the old bastards any right to use it against them. Especially considering that the efforts in their relationship were anything but one-sided.

Deep down, the boy knew that he could have argued that he and his counterparts were the ones who did more work, but he had always kept that observation to himself. He knew that voicing it, with either Rick, wouldn't have helped.

"Oh, s-sure, because you two do all that o-out of the kindness of your hearts! A-Are we comparing receipts? B-Because I have some myself," he argued back in the perfect imitation of the tone Rick had just use. He shot a glare at them man from over his shoulder and he started to poor the mixture just a little bit more slowly. "D-Do really think that w-we don't have better things to do than c-cleaning up after your old asses? L-Like when you get so drunk tha-that we need to carry you to bed, an-and also clean up your vomit off the floor. O-Or all the times we saved you b-because you can never keep your mouths shut. O-Or when you get all petty an-and start fights for no reason, an-and get us both almost killed. N-Not to mention that we are the ones w-who have to fix all the messes y-you leave behind!"

He stilled his pouring, making sure that he was gripping steadily at the pan before reaching out for the bottle of liquor he hadn't finished yet. Making eye contact with open defiance, he took a big gulp out of it, and then went back pouring the eggnog...even more slowly.

"S-So, Rick, I have all the rights to give you shit b-because you can't be patient an-and not act like the wrinkled dick you are f-for one time!"

This was painstakingly long. It felt like Rick was standing in the same spot forever. Though, he couldn’t just walk away. Not when he didn’t trust the teen to follow through with a simple task. It was always the simplest of ones that he couldn’t trust Morty to handle.

Just thinking of his own Morty ruining every small task that he gave him caused his eyes to roll once again. It seemed to be today’s theme.

The drop on the counter wouldn’t go unnoticed. Just as the sudden irritation that the teen displayed. Which only fueled his own growing annoyance at this whole thing. Damn, maybe he wasn’t as drunk as he thought he was if this was getting on his nerves.

“Oh, like how I-I and Rick set aside our time to save your and my Morty’s fucking asses on a daily basis any time you touch something that wasn’t meant to be touched?” He snapped back, heading towards the fridge to grab himself a beer. “A-And don’t get me started on all of the times you two nearly beg us to come fucking help you out with wh-whatever you need, so don’t give me shit for not giving you my time when I do it anytime you ask me,”

Gulping down the alcohol, he burped. “So can you, please, pour it in faster so we can get on with our fucking day?”