Michonne returned home after running a quick errand. It had been an hour since Rick left, but she swore she could still feel his presence. Walking into her kitchen, she stops at a curious display. One of her vases acting as a home to a dozen long stem red roses. "Who the hell was in my house?" On a hunch she yells out. "Andrea?!"

"Yea?!" she hears the blonde scream from another room. She sighs in relief then sees Andrea coming towards her.

"How long have you been here?"

"About thirty minuets. Were you expecting someone else? Ya know someone known for wearing tight jeans and a hip swivel." Andrea chuckles while admiring the roses she'd accepted from the florist, when Michonne was out.

"I'm really regretting giving you a key to my place." Michonne walks towards the flowers. Rick teased about sending her something special before he left, so she knows he's behind the beautiful array.

Andrea watches Michonne enjoy the sweet gesture. "So I found something interesting this morning when you weren't here. It was on the floor." Andrea pulls out a tie. Rick's tie! "There were also a few oddly placed fingerprints on top of the piano."

Michonne snatches the tie from the blonde's clutches. "What the hell is this? CSI: Andrea."

"You were letting loose with that country stallion."

Michonne refuses to say anything and occupies herself with arranging and rearranging some of the roses before her.

"I thought you said when the two of you were alone, he'd better keep his hands to himself. Now he's putting things inside you. Well three cheers for progression, am I right?"

Rick returns to his hotel suite startled by the invasion of Shane; who he didn't think he'd see since Shane had been out of town on a series of concerts with his band.

"So they let anyone in my room when I'm not here?" Rick questions, annoyed with Shane wearing one of his t-shirts, stretching the material to bits, but he's also tired from his sleepover with Michonne. All he wants to do is shower, sleep, eat, and see her again but he knows he has to entertain this abrupt arrival.

"Slipped the maid a hundred dollar bill and she let me in. It's gon' be so funny when she find you dead in here." Shane jokes, as Rick wonders why everyone close to him had a dark sense of humor. Then Shane turns around with a swollen nose, slightly shifted to the left.

"What the hell happen to your noise?"

"It was my super fan Randall, he got the jump on me."

"The guy who keeps writing you all those aggressive love letters? "

"I keep em in a black box labeled Pandora, I was planning on burning them all but they're really disturbing... the last one was about how we would be great together and how I should get rid of you... it was fucked up... I think he love hates me."

"Shane-"

"I want to write his crazy ass back but I don't know what to say... hey man, I aint into dudes but even if I was, I'd never set foot near your sociopathic ass. I'm on stage, getting pelted with thongs then all of a sudden this crazy son of a bitch comes flying up like a fish leaping out of water, and boom right in the nose-"

"Shane!"

"And you know I can't play right unless I'm eighty percent drunk, so after the hit, I'm wobbling around for a solid ten seconds. Why do you look so disheveled? You get kidnapped or something?"

"Sha-"

"What?! Why you keep calling me for? I'm right here!"

"You need to get a restraining order against that guy! And why are you wearing my shirt?!"

"Mine had blood on it from when Randall hit me. I needed to change. With my reputation people would assume I killed the kid. I was gonna do it too but you know...the crowd...witnesses, big breasted woman in the front row, I got side tracked."

Rick is dragging his feet by Shane in order to get to the bathroom behind him. "Whoa Rick, what's up with your neck?" Shane grabbed Rick's collar, but Rick pulls away from his inquisitive friend.

"It's nothing." He covered his neck as Shane began to smirk and punch Rick in the shoulder repeatedly. "Then why do you smell like perfume and tears? You had sex!"

"Was he a crier? Like when you made love did he start to weep? I bet it was so beautiful but awkward."

Michonne attempts to say something but doesn't. She'd rather let Andrea ramble on and tire herself out.

"I imagine he hugged you during intercourse, and couldn't thrust because he doesn't want to hurt you in any way. "

Michonne is still unresponsive even as Andrea is dreaming up an even odder scenario.

"I bet right before you reached your climax he tells you, you're the moon. He starts to sing to you, he has his guitar with him. And his tears are raining down on your face...fucking up your mascara."

"Okay this needs to stop."

Andrea looks to her finally vocal friend. "That's what he said when he first heard you moan. He knows pain is accompanied by pleasure but he can't see you hurt like that, he spends the rest of the night cradling you and whispering, "you're so beautiful."

"Does everyone think he's as sensitive as you're describing?"

Andrea nods. "Pretty much."

"Why would you think I cry during sex? I never cry! Okay, I cried one time."

"But you cried so hard. It was really uncomfortable for everyone around. You weren't even choking back tears, you were strangling them-to fucking death! But that's all behind you now. I'm happy for you man. I honestly don't know how you've survived without sex for this long. I'm sure ya' balls are praising Jesus right now."

Rick switches gears from himself onto Shane. "So besides getting your nose broken, how was the concert last night?"

"Well I screwed a girl with three nipples, but I think one was a just a mole. I tried to tell her to get it checked, but she swore it was a nipple so I let it go... I think it made her feel special."

"How are we friends again?"

"I don't know, its one of those friendships that are so strong, but you don't know how they started. Honestly I don't remember how we met. We can't be the only weird set of friends out there, right?"

"Is it a mole or a nipple! Mole or nipple?! Meesh?!"

"Stop screaming...I think its a mole, Andrea you need to get it checked." Andrea then lowers her shirt in sadness feeling a little less special. "I can't believe this. On my online dating profile I wrote that I had three nipples, its in all caps."

Andrea was an anomaly. She would romanticize Rick constantly, but pursue men who were the exact opposite. Removing a few throw pillows out of her way, Michonne sat on the couch beside her. "So how was your night?"

"I hooked up with my dream man. It was amazing, everything I hoped for, but then afterwards he called me Hellen." Michonne was instantly disgusted but not surprised considering Andrea's type, assholes. Andrea turns to her friend. "No matter how weird the love making with Rick is, he's a modern day Romeo, don't be like me and settle for a Tybalt. Promise me...you'll never be with a Tybalt!"

"I promise, okay? Listen, if you think its time to look into a different type of man, you shouldn't be afraid to see what's out there."

"Be honest with me. What's it really like being with Rick? If I never find love I want to live vicariously through you."

Michonne only takes but a second to think about it. "It feels like...whenever I look into his eyes I can see an entire future with him."

"So I'm supposed to see the future when I look into his eyes? Well I guess I'm gonna be alone forever because all I saw were pupils."

"You like this girl with the extra nipple, don't you?" Rick made an assumption, since Shane's conquests were usually so frequent that they all melted together in his brain. He'd never specifically brought up any of his flings to Rick before. To single out this one woman, extra nipple or not, meant something.

"Listen it doesn't matter if I like her or not. I'm not meant for commitment. We're not all like you." Shane's voice reeked of disappointment in himself, as if in this way he could never measure up.

"You say that now but one day you're gonna meet a woman and everything will change. You'll start feeling things again, and not just your heart racing when she's around, but you'll be thinking up scenarios in your head about a life with her, and you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of her. It'll be like everything that you are...wants everything that she is."

While Rick waxes poetically about his relationship with Michonne, Shane pulls on his too tight t-shirt trying to gain mobility. Noticing Rick, he acts indifferently on the topic at hand. "I didn't ask for that entire speech but okay."

Michonne answers her front door seeing Rick with a smile as soon as he sees her. "I got the gift you sent to my hotel room. I actually read the card this time." Rick pulls out the small card from his pocket reading the short message on the inside. "Thanks for the sex."

"There's no name on that card, that could've been from any gal." She joked closing the door behind him, then turned around watching his arms wrapping around her waist, bringing her in close.

"I'm sorry I'm such a cad." he smiles and kisses her.

She kisses him back. "Yea you're a dirty dog, I don't even want you kissing me right now." She spoke to tease as he nodded and kissed her again, his hands lightly squeezing her ass. With a small giggle she speaks in between short sweet kisses linking herself to him. "Come on, I've made us dinner." She steps beside him as he held her hand during their walk to her dining room. "That's exactly what I wanted, you and a hot meal." He smiles.