Thank you all for the kind reviews! I'm glad you're liking the beginning of the story so far! It's slow I know, but then again this dance that Walt and Vic have been doing the last 3 seasons really isn't a fast one... more to come!


It's Saturday night, and I'm on way out to the Red Pony. I wasn't actually planning on coming, but Cady stopped into the office this afternoon and asked again if I was coming tonight. I tried to act like I had plans, but she could tell I was lying and made me promise to come.

So here I go.

When I pull up to the Red Pony, I see the Bronco is already there. The sight of it makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter a little bit. This is going to be a long night if I don't pull my shit together. You're around him every day, Vic. This is no different.

I need a drink.

Once I'm inside, I scan the crowd to see who's all here. Before I see Cady, I can hear her; she's doing her best Joan Jett impression during a karaoke session with Ferg. They are both absolutely murdering "I Love Rock n' Roll," and it makes me laugh out loud a little. I head straight to the bar and say hi to Henry.

"Hi, Vic. It is nice to see you, I am glad you decided to come."

"Thanks. I figure it's better than sitting home all alone." I give him a little laugh.

"Can I get you something to drink? A beer?"

"That would be great, thanks Henry."

He grabs a Rainier out of the cooler and pops the cap off before sliding it across the bar. He nods behind me to my right, "Walt is over there."

I look behind me and see Walt sitting at a table drinking by himself. He's smiling watching Cady and Ferg sing. I turn back to the bar to say something to Henry, and he's already down at the other end helping another customer. I turn and head over to where Walt is sitting.

"Can I join you?"

He looks up at me and smiles. God, I love that smile.

"You decided to come after all." He stands up as I start to sit down, and then he sits back down himself. No matter how much I'm around him, I'm always still surprised by his manners. I always wonder if it's his age that makes him such a gentlemen, I mean, he grew up in a completely different time than I did. His kindness towards women in general remind me how different we are. He is way out of my league.

"Yeah, well, that daughter of yours is quite convincing. She's going to be one hell of a lawyer." I pause for a few seconds. "Besides, I wasn't doing much at home anyway."

"Well I'm glad you didn't have anything better to do tonight." He says just a little sarcastically.

"I didn't mean it like that. It's just, I don't know…. don't feel like I have much to celebrate these days, that's all."

He looks over at me like he's about to say something. Instead he just nods, and takes another sip of his beer.

As the night goes on, I feel myself start to let loose a little. I'm not sure when it happened exactly, maybe after my third or fourth beer. The next thing I knew, I was out on the dance floor with Cady and Henry. Now, I'm not much of a dancer, this much I know, but after a handful of beers, I don't really give a shit. I was actually having fun, and not thinking about anything for a change. God, it was nice. I felt like I was actually celebrating something.

A slow song comes on the juke box, and everybody on the dance floor either grabs someone close to them, or heads back to the bar. Before my mind can stop myself, I'm across the room grabbing Walt by the hand and pulling him to the dance floor. He resists at first, saying that he's not much of a dancer. But I keep pulling his arm and he reluctantly gets up from his chair and follows me to the dance floor. He hesitates for a few seconds, before grabbing my right hand in his left, and putting the other on my waist. I stared up at him, for I don't even know how long. I tried to read the expression on his face but I couldn't. I give up, and turn my head to rest my cheek on his chest.

This is nice.