Baker's Dozen Story #7

Gentleman of the Night (Crack Fic-AU)

Knocking back her third whiskey of the night, Michonne glared at the empty glass in front of her. The constant chiming of the coin slot machines and soft clap of chips being slid across felt tables filled the air. It mocked her, taunting her to spend what remained of her hard-earned money.

"This seat taken?"

She furrowed her brow turning to guy who stood by the stool next to hers. Her expression immediately melted into one of surprise.

His perfectly tanned skin rippled over just the right amount of muscle. His scruff framed his strong jaw and pink lips emphasizing them to the point of sinfulness. Blue eyes intently studied her, a few stray curls resting against his brow. If she didn't know any better, she would have mistaken him to be a former model. But former models didn't walk around second rate casinos striking up conversations with strangers at bars.

Her mind quickly put two and two together. She was in Vegas, alone, sitting at a bar, looking desperate. She'd unintentionally put out a signal only a certain kind of person would respond to.

He was a prostitute.