"That fucking cowboy." Michonne was fuming on the inside. It felt like she wanted to explode. This man, this clown really thought she was a stripper. What an insult. She was wearing a designer dress that cost more than a thousand dollars and he really thought she was there to swing a pole. She never wanted to see that ignorant excuse of a man again and his cowboy boots. Who the hell even used those in this day and age, Michonne thought.

"Asshole." She muttered under her breath as she stepped confidantely in her heels to wave down a taxi.

The car stopped and she went inside.

"Where to?" The older man quipped from the front seat.

"The Hilton."

Rick held a bag of ice on his hurt brow and eye. He was exhausted. They got a car and rode back to the hotel. He just zoned out as others kept on chatting and tried to lift his spirits up. Soon as they got back in the suite he kicked off his boots and sat on the sofa. She really physically hurt him in a way that nobody had in years.

"You are special kind of stupid you know." Negan snickered as he approached him with a glass of whiskey.

"Shut up." Rick was not in the mood, but took the glass gladly.

"Are you stuck in the sixties or something?" Negan kept going, "Women go to strip clubs to have fun just like men do, really, did you not know that?"

Negan sat down next to him and leaned against the sofa, throwing his feet on the small glass table in front of them.

"I screwed up I know," Rick muttered back and drank the whole glass in one swing, "God, she must have felt mortified."

"Well maybe she can appreciate it in the morning," His friend comforted him and chuckled, "I mean she must be really hot. So maybe she can see it as a compliment."

Rick said nothing back. He just wanted to forget about the last few hours. He felt awful about possibly hurting someones feelings and looking like a total creep when that was not him.

"What time is it?" Rick asked his friend as he lifted the bag of ice on the table and grunted as the pain made a comeback.

"Two am," He yawned back and was ready to call it a night, "We really are old."

"Tell me about it." He yawned after him and noticed the silence in their suite, "Where did Daryl go?"

"Oh, he left with badass womans friend," Negan smirked and wiggled his brows suggestively, "He wanted to make sure she got in her room safely, blah, blah knight in shining armor stuff," Negan's words were slurred, "Go figure, the only woman he ever is interested in is deaf so she can't hear him grunt and moan. That's a smart move right there."

Rick did not acknowledge him mouthing about Daryl because he was too busy thinking about how to fix the situation.

"I need to find them and ask for a phone number or something'," Rick pulled his boots back on, "I need to apologize to her."

"You are only going to make it worse, just let it go man," Negan yawned again as he rubbed his chin tiredly, "I'm gonna be smart like Glenn and knock myself out."

"You do that."

"You really should not go."

"They are staying at the same damn hotel," Rick grunted back as he went to look into the mirror, his eye was already bruising, "I am not going to be able to sleep before I talk to her."

His friend got up and patted his shoulder, "Yeah imagine that, a girl beats you up and you probably have to see her over and over again this week," He burst out laughing, "Lori is gonna love this story."

With that Rick grabbed his phone and left Negan laughing at his own jokes.

He tried to call Daryl a couple of times, but he did not answer. It wasn't really a surprise because he hardly answered his phone. So he sent him a message and hoped he would see it soon. Rick wondered around as people passed him, mostly drunk or tired, or combination of both. It was not like a lot of places where after midnight things just quiet down. This seemed to be the opposite. People were only getting started. He could understand why everyone said Vegas was like a different world. People just didn't seem to sleep here. He looked at his phone again. No messages. None. Nothing from Lori since he landed. She just wrote back "OK." and they left it at that. They just weren't the type to text long messages and send declarations of love out of nowhere.

This whole accident made him unseasy. Of course he was in the wrong, but it was a honest mistake. Rick was bad with confrontation and he knew it. He avoided it as long as it was humanly possible. So this time, he decided to rip of the band-aid soon as he could. Apologize and move on with the rest of the week and pray that his face healed before his own family was in town.

Rick walked into the lobby and looked around. No familiar faces. He was happy that Daryl possibly found someone to talk to that wasn't his dog or friends, but right now it annoyed the shit out of him. Where the hell were they? He knew Daryl wasn't the type to go into her hotel room because she had been drinking, so he figured they were somewhere just spending time together.

He walked across the lobby and saw a sign that had all of the hotels restaurants and bars listed. The one that stuck out was the rooftop lounge and it was open. Daryl would definitely head there because of the view. He checked his phone. No messages.

Rick put his phone in his jeans back pocket and headed towards the elevators. There were a lot of people waiting around, so he waited until he could squeeze into one of them and went upstairs.

The elevator doors opened and he stepped out. There were people, but it was fairly empty. Then his blue eyes caught her. It was the red dress again by the bar.

Michonne tried again and again to reach Connie. She almost slammed her phone down in frustration. She blamed herself. Connies sister would skin her alive if she had to call her tomorrow and let her know that her sister was lost in Las Vegas. Thankfully, Connie was resourceful. She never allowed her disability hold her back. So when Michonne suggested they head to the club for fun Connie was the one to jump on board. Sasha decided to stay back and get some sleep. They got to the club and headed to grab drinks, but somehow they ended up in different floors and lost each other.

She just wanted to have a bit of fun before heading back home and burying herself in work again. All the responsibilities waited her there and it made her head spin just thinking about it. She wanted to dance and drink. Forget.

Michonne stared at her vodka martini while deep in thought. She wondered if she should just go to Connie's room and wait by the door. Then out of nowhere, from the corner of her eye she saw a pair of shoes that looked familiar.

"Hi."

The woman lifted her gaze from her drink and Rick tried to maintain his composure as she stared back with a hateful glare.

She hurriedly grabbed her clutch and got up from her chair.

Rick reacted quickly without thinking about it and grabbed her arm, "Hey, wait a second."

"Get your hands off of me!" She pulled her arm back and stared him down once again.

He did exactly what she wanted and let go. He got his hands up to gesture that he meant no harm, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have touched you without your permission."

Michonne took a step back, but kept her eyes on him. Usually she could evaluate a situation objectively, but this time she wasn't so sure. She considered herself to be a very good judge of character, but he left her a bit puzzled.

Rick continued, his voice was calm and collected, "Listen could you sit? I just wanted to talk."

"Everything alright in here? You need someone to take him out?" The bartender asked from behind the counter.

She thought about it for a second and then followed her gut. Michonne shook her head slowly. The man from behind the counter nodded back and went back to his job.

Rick waited her to make the first move. She still stared at him in a way that made him uncomfortable. Clearly she was not afraid of speaking her mind or defending herself.

Michonne slowly took her seat and sat down, arms and legs crossed.

"Your friend Connie," Rick sat down next to her, leaving a seat in between, "She is safe. She is with my friend."

Michonne appriciated the information and with that downed her drink in one swing.

"I know you must have been stressing about her. I saw you looking at your phone-"

"So you are stalking me now?" There was that blunt tone in her voice again.

"No, of course not," Rick blew out a deep, anxious breath and tried to explain everything without making it worse, "We just happen to stay at the same hotel and my friend helped her because she was alone-"

"Who the hell are you to come here and-"

"I'm Rick Grimes." He extended his hand to her and she kept looking at him.

His matter of fact attitude irritated her.

She finally extended her hand because she knew her mother would roll over in her grave if she did not display the good manners she taught her. They shook hands quickly.

"Michonne."

"Michonne." Rick repeated, his southern accent coming out stronger, "first of all, I'm sorry."

She listened to him while fiddling with the edge of her phone and turned her gaze away. He still made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

"At the club," He felt embarrassed recapping the events, "I mean I'm an idiot. I didn't think less of you. I don't know what else to say. I am just really sorry."

Michonne sighed because he seemed sincere, it would have been easier if he was just a another douchebag and she could walk away.

She looked at him and noticed the damage she had done to his eye, "And I'm sorry for that. I don't like violence and I shouldn't have-"

"Yeah, I kind of deserved this." Rick stopped her as he pointed at his eye and chuckled, "I don't really know what my thought process was there."

She laughed a little which was relief for him, "This isn't really your scene huh?"

"What gave it away?" He joked back.

"The ugly boots."

"What?" Rick lifted his leg, "These? These are the most comfortable pair of shoes in the world."

"Well that doesn't change the fact that you should burn those." She said flatly.

He had to appreciate her sense of humor. Or was it humor after all?

Michonne noticed the ring on his finger, "How does your wife feel about strip clubs?"

"Well, she doesn't exactly know."

"You should probably keep it that way."

"No, no I mean," Rick clarified, "This was not my idea. My friend, Negan- who is responsible for this whole mess, he made us go. I'm not some kind of animal who hangs around there all the time."

"I didn't think that," Michonne assured him, "Your friend? Is he trouble for my friend?"

"Negan is passed out in the suite," Rick explained, "Daryl is with Connie. You have nothing to worry about, he is a good man. I have known him practically my whole life."

"So a boys trip"

"Something like that. I'm stuck with these fools for a couple days before my family comes here."

Michonne looked confused for a second and waited him to continue.

"We are here to renew our vows with my wife."

She looked like she wanted to laugh for some reason, "Ah, I see."

"What?" Rick furrowed his brows at her reaction.

"It's nothing." Michonne brushed him off and signaled the bartender, "Can I have one more?"

"No really, what?" He wanted to know why it amused her so much. A simple congratulations would have been more appropriate.

Soon as she got her new drink, she downed it almost as quickly as the last one.

"Listen, Gaines-"

"Grimes."

"Grimes," She corrected as she turned her body fully towards Rick and looked at him, "Let me guess. High school sweethearts, fifteen plus years, kids, mortage, busy life in general."

"How did you-"

"Then one day your wife complains that she feels like you are always at work and she doesn't get the attention, so you or someone in your circle suggests to have an vacation where you can renew your vows. It will be special, and she will be so happy about it."

"That's not how-"

"Then two years later I am the one who has to handle the mess."

Rick looked at her wide eyed and cocked his eyebrow, "and how is that?"

"I am a divorce lawyer. This is what I do. All day, everyday and I have heard this story many times before."

It actually surprised him. She did not seem the usual lawyer type. He figured she was much younger, but apparently she was well established whatever her age was.

He shook his head, "Well you won't be seeing us. Me and Lori, are going to be together until we are old and grey because we love each other and respect one another. We are going to renew our vows to celebrate our love, not to fix it."

"When was the last time you had sex?" She asked casually.

His eyes widened in horror at her direct question, she was really going there, "Did you not get hugged as a child?"

"Answer the question." She dared him, "Honestly."

"Fine," He grunted, not really understanding why he even decided to humor her, it had been a long night, "I dont remember. Two weeks ago, maybe. We are busy, we both work nights and it's not like sex means you have a great relationship."

"No, but it means passion." She argued.

She was getting under his skin. This was getting too deep for his liking, "Yeah, well we have that, thank you very much."

Michonne fought the urge to roll her eyes, "Fine. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"I sleep just fine," More frustrated now than before Rick signaled the bartender, "I'll have what she is having."

Lori clipped her hair up and yawned. She could have used a few more hours of sleep she thought as she closed the locker. She looked at her phone and smiled at the text from Judith. She always sent her a text before her shift and reminded her to have a good day.

"I am so jelly right now." Maggie's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"What?"

Maggie was looking at her phone and showed Lori the post Glenn had made. The first picture was of the Las Vegas sign, then there was a picture of the hotel lobby which was just breathtaking and then there was a picture of Glenn on Daryls back as they were giving a thumbs up. Lori laughed at that one. They were probably even sober when that was taken. The last two pictures were from their delicious dinner and Glenn holding a comic book with a thumbs up.

"Looks like they are enjoying themselves." Lori smiled genuinely at the photos.

"Not fair," Maggie kept looking at her phone, "Did Rick send you something?"

"He texted me when they landed, but if he is on the same trip as Glenn I can only imagine how he is already ripping his hair out because he actually has to relax."

Her friend laughed, "Yeah, he ain't the type to just sit back and enjoy the sunshine."

"I know." Lori sighed, "Lucille called me earlier, apparently Negan was going to take them to a strip club."

"Yeah they went there." Maggie said nonchalantly, "Glenn texted me before."

"I thought you would be mad about it."

"Oh come one," Maggie laughed, "Glenn was probably hyperventilating out of terror soon as he saw a pair of knockers that weren't mine. I got nothing to worry about."

"Yeah that's probably true." Lori laughed, as she finished putting on her scrubs.

"You fine with Rick being there?" Maggie was curious as she tied her hair to a ponytail.

"I know Rick," She said flatly, "I don't care that he went and I'm actually happy he is doing something other than working."

"Besides in a couple days we get to join them," The other woman clapped happily and hugged her friend, "then we get to celebrate you two."

Lori forced a smile and hugged her back, "let's get this shift done first."