Michael was bored he had been sitting in this yuppie lounge all night drinking scotch with a few guys from work annoyed by the fact that there seemed to be a lawyer's convention going on in the bar. A bunch of men in 3-piece navy suits yucking it up. His buddies were beginning to annoy him too. He really just wanted to drink and be left alone. Earlier that day he saw Linc who had lost his keys for the third time that month. Michael didn't understand why his brother constantly burdened him. It was clear that things had changed between them. He was into someone for a lot of money and it just didn't make sense. He had gotten out, why couldn't Linc do the same.
His friend Larry kept trying to bait him, "Come on man Vice President Reynolds or Betty from HR." Michael rolled his eyes at the Let's Make a Deal game that Larry insisted on playing and purposefully stared at him and said, "I pick door number 3." That is when Michael saw her sitting by herself drinking a glass of red wine, Michael stood up turned to Larry and said "Better yet I pick her."