AN: This fic was the result of a prompt from my buddy POI Jane. That basically asked me to follow the request below:

Use 1 of these 3 scenarios:

1. Easter Sunday finest
2. Moonlight and a California King
3. Karaoke and Dirty Dancing

Must use these lines:

Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?

When you say you got rear-ended, i hope you were talking about your car.

Yippee ki-yay, motherfucker!

There you have it. Hope you get a few giggles. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1: Girl Friends

There was no one to blame for the events of that night, but herself. After all, she was the one who agreed to meet some friends and she was using the term loosely, to celebrate Kate's divorce. In all honesty, the group barely qualified as acquaintances. She had known Kate since their college days, many, many years ago. Kate was as close to a friend as she would ever have.

Zoe supposed that it could have been worse, dinner at some average restaurant eating average food then going to the movies and watching some rom-com that would make her want to puke her guts out. Instead, they started out at an upscale Japanese restaurant where they gorged on sushi and even some sake. Being the control-freak that she was, she avoided the sake. Zoe Morgan didn't do smashed beyond bits, she knew what her limits were and wasn't willing to compromise.

She had been optimistic when she dressed for the evening, donning a glittery black halter top that left most of her back bare, tight black skinny jeans and a pair of high-heeled black boots that hit her right at the knee. She topped it off with a crimson jacket and she was good to go. What was the point of wearing a back bearing halter top if you were going to cover it up with a jacket, one would ask; because Zoe Morgan wasn't out to hook a young hot stud. She was only out socially that evening to support a friend, nothing more and had actually planned to head home after dinner.

That had been the plan anyway. Before she knew it, she looked up and found herself in of all places a Country-Western Bar, called Rodeo Dan's that featured of all things, Karaoke. And it was ladies night. It wasn't the first time Zoe wondered how she let herself get talked into doing something this . . . idiotic? childish? immature? Karaoke? Seriously?

Her earlier optimism slowly seeped away as she sat at their table nursing a glass of beer that tasted a bit off. She watched her acquaintances make utter fools of themselves singing off key to music that sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard. Yippee ki-yay, motherfucker! Just what I wanted to fucking do on my one free evening during the week! Not! Cringing inwardly, she wondered where the thought came from. She looked at her empty glass of beer and wondered who drank it all. She normally didn't swear, she always had a tight rein on her language.

"How are you feeling Zoe?" Brenda asked with a sly expression. She wasn't even being subtle when she nudged Susan who was sitting next to her.

"Someone drank all my beer . . ." Zoe said, her brow furrowing.

"Oh, I'll get you another one . . ." Brenda said with a bright smile as she took off towards the bar.

While she waited for her second, or was it her third beer, Zoe glanced at her watch, surprised to find out that it was well after midnight. The crowd hadn't lessened; in fact the dance floor seemed to be filled to capacity as couples and individuals danced to the tortured soul that was warbling off key.

"Oh my god, I like couldn't believe it, I was rear-ended in the parking lot." Some twenty-something bimbo from the next table said loud enough for the entire bar to hear.

Not able to stop herself, Zoe piped up, "I sure as hell hope you're talking about your car!" It earned her a miffed look from the bimbo and a huff. Slapping her hand over her mouth, she thought to herself, Where the hell did that come from?

"Here you go . . ." Brenda said cheerily as she put another glass of beer on the table for her.

"Thanks!" Zoe said her eyes were wide and bright, her smile just as bright.

Giving her a sideways glance, Kate pulled Brenda to the side and started a rather intense discussion that involved a lot of hand gestures and glances toward Zoe who just smiled even bigger and waved; then gave her hand a look as if it had a mind of its own.

Shaking her head, she picked up the song book and started to glance through it. Kate had insisted that in honor of her new single status, everyone had to do at least one song. Given that Zoe was the only one who hadn't sang yet, all eyes were on her.

"What?" she giggled. She slapped a hand over her mouth once more, horrified. Zoe Morgan did not giggle. Giggling was for prepubescent girls with braces and braids. Not power hungry Crisis Managers.

"You have to sing . . ." Brenda whined. "For Kate, it's her night . . ."

Her head was saying she wouldn't be caught dead singing this crap. Hell, she wouldn't be caught dead singing, ever. So it came as quite a surprise to everyone at the table when Zoe jumped up off of her seat and said, "'kay!"

Kate raised an eyebrow and grabbed Brenda's elbow when Zoe was out of hearing range, weaving her way to the Karaoke master. "What the hell did you do to her beer Brenda?"

"Relax Kate, I just had the bartender put a bit of vodka in it. Zoe's always been so uptight, she just needed to let her hair down that's all."

"Brenda that could be dangerous . . ." Susan piped in looking concerned at first, then breaking into a sly smile. "But I like the way you work, sister."

Kate relented a bit and made a promise to herself that she would make sure she got Zoe home safely. "You know she is going to have your ass on a platter right?"

"Hey, the tongue lashing will be worth it just to see her make a fool out of herself. . . "

John walked to the front of the bar, looked up at the sign and pinched the bridge of his nose and he flipped his ear bud on. "Finch, are you sure this is the place?"

"Of that, I am positive, Mr. Reese," Finch acknowledged.

"Is Leon ever going to learn?" he asked, rhetorically of course.

"I doubt Mr. Tao knows the meaning of the word."

As he looked one more time at the neon sign that advertised "Rodeo Dan's", John sighed and forged on. He seriously considered just leaving Leon to his own devices for once, but that damn conscience of his that needed to protect the irrelevant got in the way. Karaoke? The thought of eating his gun didn't sound so bad . . .

Opening the door, he walked into the bar and began to scan the crowd for Leon. The bar surprisingly was filled to capacity. It was loud and smoky, and all John wanted to do was leave. Unfortunately, he spotted his quarry being dragged by Hanz and Franz look-alikes minus the sweat suits and sweat bands to the back room.

As he approached, Leon caught his eye.

"John, hey, buddy! Could you help me out here?"

"Who did you tick off this time Leon?" he asked nonchalantly as if he were stopping to chat.

"Well, you know . . ." Leon replied evasively, gulping as Hanz or was it Franz lifted him up on his toes.

It was time to do what he did best. "Gentlemen, how much is he in for?"

"Ten thousand," Franz replied.

"Would you consider forgetting about his loan?" John asked Hanz and Franz, politely.

"Not too shabby, John." Leon said as they left the back room in shambles with Hanz and Franz unconscious on the ground. "It's Karaoke night, let's watch and see who gets plastered and makes a fool out of themselves. Plus there're some hot chicks I've been keeping my eye on all night. "

Settling himself on a bar stool, grabbed some peanuts from the bowl then looked at John expectantly. "Spare me some cash?"

Rolling his eyes, John plopped himself down next to Leon and ordered them a couple of beers.

Leon clapped John on the back then took a sip of his beer. "Yep, uh-huh, some hot ladies celebrating some chick's divorce. I'm thinking they're gonna want some, you know . . . " Leon winked at John.

It wasn't long before a woman who was terribly off-key tried her hand at a Mariah Carey song. John cringed; what is it about a few drinks that makes everyone think they can sing . . .

He was listening with half an ear to Leon blabbing about hot chicks and getting some more when someone bumped into him from behind as they walked past.

"Oooops," the girl giggled. "Sorry . . ." she giggled some more and continued on.

John looked up as she walked away and felt his mouth drop open. It was dark, but there was no mistaking the voice. The giggle, he could do without, but that voice and that hair and the swish of the hips. It was definitely Zoe.

Leon was looking at her too as she walked away. "Hmm-mm, gotta have me some of that!"

At John's death glare, Leon quickly recanted. "Or not . . ."

He watched her walk back to a table where several other women were waiting. She was laughing with her friends and she seemed so different, so carefree, so . . . drunk?! Although John had been quite ready to leave Leon high and dry, he now found himself staying. He was not letting an inebriated Zoe go home by herself.

"Okay, thank you Eliza," the Karaoke master said as he took the mic from the woman that screamed like a banshee. As she walked off the stage, the Karaoke master looked down at some papers then looked up at Zoe's group. "Looks like we have another singer in the cue! Come on up, Zoe, and show us what you got!"

"He-ey, John, it's your hottie!" Leon said as he thumped John on the back. John was too busy choking on his beer to respond.