After he and Carly parted ways, he followed the directions he'd been given and arrived at the designated safehouse - one of Alcazar's he presumed. A brief glance was shot over his shoulder before he balled his hand into a tight fist and knocked on the door. When there was no immediate answer, he would assume the worst: that AJ had gone on a binge and was passed out. If he wasn't, he'd give him one more chance. He knocked again - this time harder than before - and this time he leaned in to speak. "It's Ric. Carly sent me. If you don't answer the door, I'm going straight to Sonny." It wasn't a threat he planned on carrying out at the moment, but it was always a possibility. Especially if AJ blew whatever chance this was he was working on currently. Dedication and determination was important. Even if no one had anything else positive to say about Ric, they could say he was determined, driven, and consistent. Those traits were some of the key elements needed to win.
Arms hung loosely down by his sides as he impatiently waited for an answer - or for AJ to just open the door. Weight was shifted from one leg to the other as he stood knowing the longer he stood out here, the higher the risk was of him being seen by one of Alcazar's men or anyone else that might happen by, not that that was likely.