AN: Hi everyone! A little chapter for you here. This one's kind of a funny/fun one. A bachelorette party (since we have a long anticipated wedding coming up soon) starring our three leading ladies.

I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

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Michonne's bachelorette party was probably not anything like the typical bachelorette party might be. She wasn't exactly twenty something and celebrating her last real hoorah as a single woman. She'd been there and she'd done that before…and it had ended badly for her.

Still, it involved as much wine as she wanted to drink and as much wine as Andrea dared to drink. Carol was sucking down sweet tea instead, not wanting to worry about her milk…that was a difference in the bachelorette parties of old and the one that was taking place now…there weren't small infants at the wild bachelorette parties of the past that had some chance of showing up somewhere on some documentary about how proper young ladies should act.

The party was a sleepover, and though the wedding was actually a week away, it was as much of a bachelorette party as was going to take place since Michonne's parents were watching the girls and they'd actually been the ones to put the date into place.

Tyreese was somewhere…hopefully safe…in Sweet Junction or the surrounding area with Daryl and Merle. It really was his last big hoorah, so Michonne hoped that he was living it up and he was having the kind of bachelor party that every man dreamed of...though she feared what kind of a stripper they'd found at some hole in the wall place just far enough away not to be recognized by the woman at the A and P some fine day.

He would end up, by the end of the night, sleeping at Merle's house with the brothers…and with the dogs that were keeping them company for the night. He'd probably wake up with a lot more of a story to tell and much more powerful headache than Michonne would.

Michonne was enjoying herself, though. Eliza Jo had entertained them all and finally conked herself out in the little pack and play beside the couch, and now they were just being girls. It was nice…the kind of night that one wishes they did more often instead of only for special occasions like weddings.

"OK…OK…so you're going to the beach…are you going to leave the hotel?" Andrea asked, wagging her eyebrows at Michonne.

Judging from the gifts they'd given her, her "wedding shower" and "bachelorette party" being rolled into one since it really seemed unfitting to have either with a second marriage, both Carol and Andrea thought that Michonne would not be leaving the hotel during their two day vacation to a nice little Bed and Breakfast in Charleston.

"It's a Bed and Breakfast," Michonne said, ignoring the snickers and the lighthearted punch that Carol shared with Andrea over calling the place a hotel. "And yes, we'll be going out. Charleston's a beautiful city…there's a lot to see there. We don't want to waste our time…"

Andrea chuckled, her cheeks having taken on a rosy glow from the wine that she'd been drinking since before Michonne even arrived.

"It's not wasting your time if you're doing it right," she teased.

Michonne chuckled and shook her head at Andrea. Carol blushed red at the comment, and Michonne thought it was funny that even though she was the one with a fresh faced baby in the house, she was the most easily embarrassed by the talk that rolled so easily from Andrea's tongue, especially when it was well lubricated.

"Are you going to give him a lap dance?" Andrea asked. A broad smile laced with mischief spread across her face.

Michonne chuckled again and shook her head.

"No! I'm not giving him a lap dance," Michonne responded. "I don't do things like that…"

"Did you give Merle a lap dance for your honeymoon?" Carol asked.

Andrea looked at Carol a moment, the smile fading slightly. Then she renewed it, but shook her head slightly.

"No…because of the…" she gestured her hand toward her shoulder. She shrugged then and drank down the rest of her wine, hitting her feet with more bounce than before and making her way to the dining room table where there were more open wine bottles waiting for them to drink than they could have finished if they'd invited Guns and Roses to the bachelorette party.

Carol frowned and glanced at Michonne as though she were apologizing for bringing the shooting up…Michonne shook her head gently at Carol. Andrea would do better if they didn't talk about it. She was at risk, having drank so much, of her emotions being all over the place, and it was better to keep her talking about silly stuff, no matter what it was, than to get into anything that might spur her into a negative direction.

"Have you given lap dances before?" Michonne asked, ignoring the earlier statement.

Andrea, leaning against the table and sucking down some wine so she could refill her glass before ever committing to coming back to the living room, nodded, dribbling some of the wine down her chin and wiping it with her hand.

"Oh yeah…lots," she said. "Hell…I worked for a little while as a stripper…out there at that place on the highway…you know the one?"

"The one that's always got a sign up saying they're hiring beautiful women?" Carol asked.

Andrea chuckled and nodded her head.

"That's the one…" she said, swallowing down some more wine. "Except their not as picky as you might think. Their sign ought to say they're hiring live ones…that's about all they asked my ass when I walked in…ya breathin'?"

Both Carol and Michonne chuckled at the picture Andrea's tone of voice painted of the place.

"But you're a beautiful woman," Michonne said.

"Mmm…and a damn fine lap dancer," Andrea said. "Come on…if you're not doing that then spill…what other little dirty things do you have in mind? You've got to make this a night to remember…"

Michonne frowned and shook her head.

"It's just a normal night, Andrea, that's all…just me and Tyreese…together. I don't owe you any details. Besides, it's not like you're handing out details about you and Merle…" Michonne teased.

Andrea snorted.

"Do you really want details?" Andrea asked. "Because…well…I can tell you that I give lap dances…and I do all kinds of things to keep things lively. I'm a no holds barred kinda gal. Anything goes."

"Anything goes, huh?" Michonne asked, raising an eyebrow at Andrea.

A quick glance at Carol spoke clearly of the fact that she was trying to decide if she was horrified or interested and she wasn't sold either way. She had her hand up, partially covering her face, and her cheeks were pink…but at the same time she looked like she was enjoying it.

Andrea nodded, sashaying in a drunken manner toward Michonne with her own glass and second glass that she'd filled to force Michonne to drink more wine than the glass she had resting on the floor with a swallow still trapped in the bottom of it.

"Anything," Andrea said. She handed the glass to Michonne. "Drink up…then you're going to learn how to do a lap dance…"

Michonne accepted the glass, but chuckled at Andrea's dare that she would be learning lap dancing techniques.

"I don't think so…" Michonne said.

Andrea's smile covered her face and she raised her eyebrows, nodding yes to Michonne.

"Either you learn to lap dance…and I have my ways of finding out if you went through with it…or I will put every bit of my effort in therapy this week into becoming limber enough to perform the world's best lap dance…and I'll do it…at your reception…in front of all your hoity toity friends," Andrea said, tipping her head to the side.

Michonne raised her own eyebrows back with a counter attack on the woman.

"If I don't do it, the wedding will be over…and you won't be able to embarrass yourself at my reception…" Michonne countered.

Andrea laughed.

"I can't be embarrassed," she said, her voice dropping a little. She sucked her teeth. "Not anymore…but at least you'd do it tonight…"

Michonne sighed and drank down half the glass of wine that Andrea had offered her. Why not, right? It was her party…she might as well have something to remember out of it…or something to forget.

Michonne stood up from the couch she was sitting on, the small one that Andrea had spent so much of her time recovering on after what they were all calling "the accident" to keep from calling it what it really was, and she walked over to the kitchen bar and put the glass there, along with the almost empty one she'd plucked from the floor.

"Alright…let's go…put your money where your mouth is," Michonne teased Andrea. "Teach me to lap dance since you're so good at it."

"Are you both serious right now?" Carol asked, piping up finally from her position.

"Sure…why not?" Michonne asked, shrugging. Now that she was committed to this…she was committed. She might not take any of the learned skills out of the house…or away from this night in any way…but why not?

Andrea nearly hopped in place at the excitement of the entire thing.

"Music?" She asked, glancing at Carol who had now assumed the look of a deer caught in the middle of four lanes with traffic coming on both sides.

"Eliza Jo is sleeping…" she said.

"We don't need it loud enough to wake the neighborhood…" Andrea said, her tone of voice edging on sarcasm. "Just something a little…peppy…something to move to…"

Carol sighed, not looking nearly as sold on the whole plan as everyone else in the room.

"You can turn the television on…there are some music stations on there…but not too loud…" Carol said.

Andrea smiled and drained her wine glass, putting it on the bar near Michonne's momentarily ignored glasses.

"I'll find something on…Mich…we need one of the dining room chairs in here…if you please," Andrea said, going over to entertain herself with the television remote that she almost seemed unable to make out clearly in her current state.

Michonne went and got one of the requested chairs, bringing it into the living room and putting it down as the low hum of the chosen music drifted through the living room. Carol leaned over, checking the baby, but the baby was much less concerned with what was happening than even her mother was.

"I'm going to put her in the nursery," Carol said. "Really…I don't want us to wake her up…"

"You're going to wake her up moving her," Michonne warned. "I always learned you let babies sleep where they lie. She's been fine so far…she's sleeping right through us…our voices are probably kind of soothing."

Carol, though, ignored Michonne and carefully gathered the baby up. For a moment no one moved a muscle as Carol shifted her around. Eliza Jo stirred slightly, but she was truly down for the count at the moment and she sunk into Carol quickly, falling back asleep.

Carol took the baby to the nursery while Michonne and Andrea awaited her return, neither one moving for fear that their long distance movement might somehow rile the infant.

But when Carol came back, quickly making her way back to the couch and sinking down, her legs folded under her, she gave them the all clear to continue...at least until the monitor she brought with her signaled that the fun, at least for her, had to end for a bit.

Andrea smiled, triumphant over the television's music selection and pleased with the fact that everything was going to go on according to her plan, and walked toward Carol, stretching out her arm.

"Come on…come here…" she said, waving her fingers at Carol to ask the woman to take her hand.

Carol raised an eyebrow at her and then shook her head.

"Uh uh…nooo…this is between the two of you," Carol said. "I'm just hosting this little fiasco."

Andrea chuckled.

"Can't lap dance without an audience," she teased. "You're the lucky winner of the night…come on…it won't hurt even one little bit…"

Carol frowned and shot a look at Michonne who was unable to hide her smile at the situation. Honestly, Carol's squirming was even more amusing that the prospect of the dance itself or the fact that this slumber party was headed on some kind of slippery slope into becoming something that bad high school slumber parties were rumored to be. If it continued along this path, it wouldn't be surprising if they all ended up covered in baby oil and feathers from their half-naked pillow fight that was sure to follow the festivities.

When Michonne didn't offer her any support, Carol sighed and took Andrea's hand, unfolding her legs and getting up from the couch. Andrea guided her toward the newly placed living room chair, stopping a moment to pull her toward her with the hand that she held and sway as though they were slow dancing, and then she smiled and pushed Carol toward the chair.

Michonne leaned back against the wall, watching the whole scene unfold.

"Are you sure you're OK to do this…" Michonne asked Andrea as the blonde squirmed her way out of her pajama pants without explanation.

"Yeah…" Andrea responded. "I'm not going to get crazy…Carol couldn't handle it and it's your first time out…so we'll keep it really basic and really easy going."

Michonne crossed her arms across her chest and nodded at Andrea, accepting her plan for how to make the particular dance work. Carol, now sitting in the chair, kept casting glances at Michonne like she was trying to find out if this was what she had in mind for a bachelorette party. It wasn't what she'd had in mind…but it was certainly starting to be more fun than what she'd thought it might be.

"No pants?" Carol asked Andrea, now smiling and beginning to loosen up a little.

"Mmmm…can't move in those," Andrea said. She looked down at her bare legs. "Besides…I like these underwear and I shaved…might as well show it off."

Carol chuckled and her face blushed beet red.

"Now…" Andrea said, turning her attention to Michonne and starting to sway a little, "you're going to improvise…and probably use your arms more than I am…but I've kind of got a little Frankenstein kink to my life right now…"

Michonne chuckled and nodded her head. She watched as Andrea went through, piece by piece, the basic steps to what she wanted to remember. How to move, what to pay attention to…how much touch was good, how much was too much…or at least too much until you were ready for it to go a lot farther than the dance.

Carol was a good sport about the whole thing. She loosened up not long after Andrea found her rhythm and started to catcall the woman and cheer her on, keeping her howling at a much lower volume than would be typical for such an act so as to not let it drift across the house and into the nursery, as though she were actually enjoying it.

Michonne giggled to herself, all of them seeming like teenagers again, experimenting with something that was so taboo and so off limits…doing something that they weren't supposed to do, but really wasn't going to cause any harm to anyone.

And the more that it went on, Andrea dropping little hints and bits of instruction, the more than Michonne started to loosen up and get into things. She joined Andrea at first, mimicking some of her actions, and then she took her place.

Before too long had passed, it became aware that Carol was starting to get over her embarrassment…and she finally protested being, as she put it, the monkey in the middle. Michonne cheered, walking to the bar and drinking down half her glass of wine in a hurry to quench the slight thirst she'd built up, when Carol got up from the chair and started, almost doubled over with laugher despite her sobriety, to copy some of the movements that Andrea had shown her.

"Alright Michonne," Andrea teased, panting a little from the efforts it was clear that she hadn't put forth in some time. "Down…it's your bachelorette party…you get a dance."

Michonne thought about protesting at first…but then she smiled and shrugged. She went to the table, fixing herself some more wine, and watched as Andrea did the same, draining a glass in the amount of time that it took Michonne to get through half.

Thirst quenched, at least for the time being, Michonne teasingly strutted to the chair, sitting down. Fed on the same adrenaline that now had Andrea and Carol both laughing…Carol a little more devishly than was typical for her, Michonne kicked back in the chair and waved her hands out to the side as though she were the queen commanding her vassals.

"Dance for me, ladies," she said, her voice breaking a little with laughter as she finished the mock command.

Both of them waited, the most current song on the poor quality music television station fading out some, and when it started, together the two enacted a rather clumsy dance, stunted here and there by laughter and by the fact that both of them, working either side of the chair at any given moment, kept colliding because of their poorly choreographed spontaneity.

Michonne playfully cat called both of them, laughing enough that she lamented the aching of her ab muscles between her declarations of how sexy they both were, and enjoyed the act that was taking place.

They were all three haulted, though, instantly when the rattle of keys made them all freeze. Immediately afterward, the cracking sound of the seal of the door threw them into a panic as Daryl slung the door open.

"Tyreese forgot his fuckin' toothbrush an' he an' Merle's too damn drunk for they own damn good…we got another one? I ain't aimin' ta drive my ass clear 'cross Sweet Junction just ta get it…" Daryl said as he came in the door, focused on what he was thinking about for the moment and missing, for a second, the confusion of his living room where he probably expected to find the women sitting calmly, sipping wine, and telling stories about something as tame as garden parties or what curtains they were considering hanging.

And in the confusion, Carol had somehow decided her only defense against any of it was to throw herself into Michonne's lap, leaving Andrea, bare legged, standing, leaning over them, her mouth open.

Daryl looked at them, pausing a moment and looking around as though he doubted he was in the right house…or the right universe even…and as though he doubted that he knew any of the three women.

All three women smiled at him, trying to act as nonchalant as possible despite the looks of the situation. Daryl stared at them, mouth slightly open for the moment, and they stared back at him, all their mouths having drifted into forming some sort of smile.

"Damn…" Daryl muttered finally. "I was at the wrong fuckin' party…"