Lucky was pissing her off right now.

Downing what had to be her millionth shot, her fuzzy and drunken mind tried to figure out why she was angry with Lucky.

It all started when she went undercover as Karpov's assistant in his shipping company. Lucky had almost blown her cover numerous times by following her around town. He insisted it was for safety's sake but even the TMK gave her more room to roam around.

What made it even worse was that Karpov was catching on to their little game of cops and robbers. She could see the trust level between her and her 'boss' slipping so she made a suggestion to look after another one of his shipments in a different state. After hours of countless arguing with her 'beloved' Lucky, she finally decided to ditch her apartment and head straight for Karpov's shipment in Las Vegas.

She smirked a little when she finally came to a conclusion. Lucky made her angry because he was being a stalking, stubborn ass.

She lightly tapped the shot glass against the bar and yelled out "Waiter!"

"I'm a bartender."

"Whatever." She whipped out her cellphone from her pocket. "What's the name of this bar?"

The bartender rolled his eyes in annoyance. "For the 3rd time, this bar is called Blondies."

"Well I think…I think I need to call someone to pick me up." Grabbing her purse, she staggered across to the door. "I don't think Smokey the Crime Dog would appreciate me drinking and driving."

The bartender furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "I think you mixed up Smokey the Bear and McGruff the Crime Dog."

"Whatever." Sam yelled as she pushed herself through the door. Leaning against the outside wall for support, she dialed Maxie's number. The only person she knew who would laugh at this situation instead of question it.

One ring…two ring…wait a minute…. she was in Las Vegas for crying out loud. No one in Port Charles was even 5 minutes away from her location. She was once again on her own like the good ol' days. Except now she couldn't tell if she two hands or four.

Bowing her head in disappointment, she headed back into the bar. Or in her case, headed right into a man coming out of the bar.

"Hey, watch where you're going jackass!" She got up from the ground and was about to storm away when she looked at the man's condition. He was probably as drunk as she was. Not to mention gorgeous in a dark and twisted way. She couldn't figure it out but, he reminded her of someone. Someone in PC to be specific but, she dismissed it immediately. It was probably her mind playing tricks on her.

Right?

--

He needed some time away from Port Charles.

Lulu was in a complicated state and didn't want to be bothered right now. Everyone in town blamed him for Lulu's state and the murder of Logan, and his sister was out doing god knows what or doing god knows who. Thank god for a place like Las Vegas, Nevada. You could act like a complete ingrate one minute and go back to civilized life the next.

That's why he was drunk out of his mind in some bar named Blockies? No, Blondies. He was drunk out of his mind in bar named Blondies.

"Hey waiter!"

The 'waiter' grumbled something under his breath before he responded. "That's bartender."

"Who the hell cares? Listen." He took some money out of his pocket and slammed it against the bar. "Here's the money for the drinks and here's some more. Call me a cab, will ya?" He grabbed the bar to steady himself and tried to walk out of the bar on two steady feet. But that was near right impossible.

He took off his jacket as soon as the temperature shot up outside. Looking towards his left, he saw a petite brunette staggering against the brick wall. If he didn't know any better, she was probably as drunk as he was. If not, more.

He saw her close her cell phone. Poor woman probably had no reception in Las Vegas. Digging into his pockets, he took out his cell phone and went up to offer her but, before he knew it, he was on the ground with her on top of him.

"Hey, watch where you're going jackass!" She picked herself off up the ground, giving him a good look of her face. Dark brown bangs were swept to the side, her chocolate brown eyes were mixed with fury and sadness. He couldn't help it but, he thought he recognized her from somewhere. Specifically somewhere in Port Charles.

"I'm sorry miss." He put his hand over his chest. "But I don't want to hurt you. I just thought….I thought I knew you from somewhere."

She let out a drunken laugh. "That's funny because I thought the same thing!"

"Well, since we know each other so well." He took a pause to hiccup. "You wanna go to the casinos or something?" She quickly grabbed onto his arm and dragged him towards the next available cab.

"I thought you'd never ask."

--

What the hell was he thinking last night?

Usually waking up with a hangover was bad but, today had to be the worst he had ever felt. It felt like an earthquake had split his skull into two. What did he do last night?

"I'm sorry miss." He put his hand over his chest. "But I don't want to hurt you. I just thought….I thought I knew you from somewhere." 

She let out a drunken laugh. "That's funny because I thought the same thing!"

"Well, since we know each other so well." He took a pause to hiccup. "You wanna go to the casinos or something?" She quickly grabbed onto his arm and dragged him towards the next available cab.

"I thought you'd never ask."

That's right, he asked that very familiar girl to go crashing casinos with him. Shaking his head at his own stupidity, he attempted to pull off the sheets from his body but they seemed to be stuck. Running his hand over the sheets, he pulled back when he realized a body was next to him.

Did he kill someone last night?

He took a sigh of relief when the very feminine body shifted. When she turned her head towards him, she pulled the sheets over her bare chest in shock when she saw his face.

"Sam McCall?"

"You son of a bitch Zacchara!" She used her free hand to smack him on the face. "What the hell did you do to me last night Johnny?"