Fuck bein' good, I'm a bad bitch (ah)
I'm sick of motherfuckers tryna tell me how to live (fuck y'all)
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
-Megan Thee Stallion
Rick hated karaoke night, but his friends enjoyed making fools of themselves on a regular basis so what difference would a drunken night make? But not him, he always managed to escape a turn on stage. He applauded and cheered as Shane and Tyreese sang a loud and off key version of Pony. But now Rick was completely silent, barely touching his beer as he was laser focused on the group of women on stage.
The multiple voices belting together in laughter as they sang the lyrics with fervor. He watched as they danced around on the stage, moving their bodies in ways that he was not acquainted with. But his focus was entirely on one of them in particular. His eyes followed the movement of her body as her hair swung back and forth, Rick's eyebrows shot up as he watched her drop it low and sensually move back up. His face heated up when their gaze met and she kept on singing the salacious words. Their eye contact only broke when she brought her attention back to her friends as they finished the song and made their way back to their booth.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say that our boy Rick is in love!" Tease Shane, slapping Rick's back with a chuckle. Rick glared at him but there was no heat behind it, he knew what he probably looked like.
"Can you blame him though?" Questioned Glenn before taking a sip from his beer, gaining a chorus of hum in concede.
"But do you think that you can handle all that?" Asked Tyreese with a raised eyebrow.
"There's only one way to find out." Rick answered, drinking the last of his beer before getting up from his seat and making his way to the group of women.