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Karaoke Night: Walking Dead
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Rick pulled the hem of his sherriff shirt from the confines of his trousers and hastly unbuttoned the front of the shirt until his entire chest was revealed to the open air of the locker room. Inside the locker room was pretty cool, but outside was hell. Now starting on his belt and the button of his dark pants, Rick heard the door creak open and seconds later slam shut and that's when Shane appeared from around the corner of the row of lockers, shaking his head as he walked up to Rick, standing near his own locker. Rick noticed the change of attitude in Shane;
"What is it?" Rick wondered as he carefully freed himself from that over-heated shirt and laid it across the bench behind him, giving Shane his eyes.
Shane raked fingers through his wet curls and returned Rick's stare without a word. As the silence between them continued, Shane began to undress himself. He opened up his locker, tossed his hat inside and began on his boot laces.
Rick just let out a sigh and eased passed Shane with a towell already wrapped around his waist, headed for the showers. He just decided it'd be best to let it be if Shane wasn't ready to talk. Once Rick made it to the showers, he slipped himself in to his own cubicle, just two little walls on either side of him, low enough that others can still see his face, but the only thing anyone should worry about is having their ass in plain sight. He tossed his towell over the wall to his right and started the water. Passed the running water, Rick could hear Shane talking to someone. It didn't sound too pleasing but it wasn't any of his business.
He raised his face to the running water, and rubbed the warm water over every inch of his face and neck, behind his ears and torso just before grabbing the soap. Shane's tone was getting worse, and so had the sounds he was creating.
"Damnit," Rick cursed to himself, reaching out to turn the water off. He stepped out with the towell around his waist, still wet head to toe, trapsing wet footprints across the floor. When he found Shane still by the lockers, in nothing but his boxers, talking on the phone and a fist on the locker, he knew what was up. The new woman he was currently with been pissing him off for the last few weeks. Rick didn't dislike her, but she was a complete bitch, and she had a thing for Rick, which Shane had no clue about, but it was best if he didn't know, because at their rate, Shane wasn't going to last long with her.
"Is it her again?" Rick asked, moving in a little bit closer towards Shane. Shane looked over his shoulder at Rick and dropped his arm, and with one more loud curse in to the phone, he tossed it across the room and the thing completely shattered.
Rick furrowed his brows at Shane's obnoxiousness, and saw the mess he made in the opposite row of lockers. Shane just shrugged his shoulders and smirked. "It's just a damn iphone, got it cheap, I fuckin' hate Apple anyway," Shane explained and walked right passed Rick like nothing happened, when it clearly fucking did.
Rick loved Shane to fucking death, but damn, sometimes he was just so hard to put up with; he was almost like a child, but a lot more intelligent and violent. That wasn't good.
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After their long, silent shower, Shane went in to the bathroom with the towell around him; he just had a feeling Rick was going to be there, following him like a worried mother.
Rick found Shane staring at himself in one portion of the large, length-wise mirror, hands gripping the edges of the cracked counter. What was he supposed to do now? Shane looked definitely pissed. They've got in more than a few fights before, but that was just the consequences of being in their messed up relationship.
"Shane," Rick called his name softly, meeting his eyes in the mirror, while standing right beside him. Shane turned his eyes down in to the center of the sink basin, and tightened his shoulders.
"We're done if that's what you are wonderin', I just couldn't take anymore of that woman's shit, man," the bigger man gave his head a few shakes before returning his eyes to Rick's in the mirror, raking fingers through his wet curls again. Rick raised his brows and touched Shane's shoulder, using the one hand that held that damn wedding ring. Shane noticed it in the mirror and moved away from the counter and left the room.
Rick just stood there, staring down at the ring, and remembering all the promises he shared with Lori, realizing that with Shane, finding that special someone wasn't going to happen any time soon. He was a womanizing man, but there was more to him than just sex and one-night stands.
The only woman who saw passed that had been hurt by his stupidity and that rough attitude of his. Rick felt bad for him, but not as much as he thought he would. It had been Shane's fault.
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Looking down at his watch, Rick realized how late it was. The sky had turned a beautiful warm orange and the heat was still overwhelming, but with semi-relaxed muscles from the water, Rick let a stray smile find his lips.
Rick was the first man in the police cruiser. He had to wait for at least five minutes just before seeing Shane leave the building. His hand was wanting to honk the horn so damn bad, but the mood Shane was in, it would make everything worse. He was walking with his eyes down; Rick didn't like seeing him like that.
"Hurry up, I'm hungry," Rick shouted from the passenger windown with a small smile, while one hand guarded the steering wheel.
Shane's head popped up for a moment and he raised a brow. Rick thought maybe the talk of food would get him to snap out of it, but hell no.Once Shane was close to the car, Rick opened the door for him and situated himself in his own seat. He hung one arm free out the window, while tapping the face of his watch to a familiar song against the side of the vehicle. He didn't watch Shane enter, but he felt the vehicle rock and the door slammed shut.
Rick started the car, and pulled out of the drive way, not saying a word, not even giving Shane a quick glance. Usually, Shane would turn on the radio and sing to every song, but tonight none of that happened. He just kept his attention to the world outside, with one arm dangling out of his window. The car ride was almost awkward, very awkward to the point of Rick shifting in his seat. It's never been this quiet between them, not this long anyway.
It was about 7:45 when Rick finally stopped. He took a sly peek at Shane beside him and he was asleep, face pointed to the ceiling and mouth half-open. He looked pretty comfortable and the look of him made Rick smile.
Rick took charge and honked the horn. It more than just startled Shane awake, he was pissed. He only jumped slightly, but he still moved pretty wild.
Rick couldn't hide his smile, and soon that smile turned in to a chuckle. He turned his head toward the window and laughed. Shane leaned in to his lap and gave Rick a look. "Fuck you, man," he snapped, but that wasn't his worst. He stepped out of the car and didn't bother to wait for Rick. The funny thing was though, that Shane didn't even take a look at where they even were. The skies were dark and so was the building he carefully entered.
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Once he stepped foot in to the place, it reeked of alcohol, cigarettes and many other mingling scents. He furrowed his brows and yawned. He needed some sleep, but he was fucking hungry.
"Where the hell are we?" Shane asked Rick, who stood beside him. The atmosphere was warm and very inviting, but when Shane saw the stage up ahead, he knew, he just knew this was all Rick's idea. He was planning on embarassing the hell out of him.
Rick walked ahead of him and they met up at the bar. Rick wasn't really a regular but the woman behind the counter recognized him.
Shane took a seat and dropped his head in his hands, resting his elbows on the counter. Rick smiled at the blond and ordered one Captain Morgan and one Corona. "So, whose this one?" the cute woman asked, handing Rick two cold ones.
Shane knew it was directed toward him and he propped his head up and gazed at the woman. The radio had been turned off suddenly and now it was karaoke time. Shane frowned hilariously and turned to look over his shoulder at the stage. A colored woman stood tall and proud, and began to move her full lips to the monitor that she had no need to look at.
The young bartender leaned against the counter and found her eyes following in Shane's direction. "That's Michonne, she's a regular here, she's great because not many of the singers here sing their own stuff, she has a beautiful voice," Shane put the girl's words together and turned back around and found his beer before him.
Rick was quickly downing his like it was the last time he'd have one. Shane smirked a little and took a sip from his.The girl behind the counter was cute, but she reminded Shane too much of his ex. A younger version of her. Rick met Shane's eyes quickly while they drank, and after Rick was finished, he slammed the bottle down and stood up.
"Come on, you wanna' sing?" Rick smiled small, using one hand to touch Shane's bicep. The bigger man let his eyes wander all around before meeting Rick's again. "I don't know man, I will sound like a woman," Shane words made Rick and the bartender smile, but Shane was being serious. Rick's fingers grew tighter on his bicep and Shane flexed beneath it.
The air was growing hotter.

Shane wiggled from Rick's little grasp and turned from him, staring down at the face of the counter. That little execution meant a lot to Rick, but he brushed it off for the moment, and left.
Shane had no idea Rick was up to singing, but hell, that's what happened after the previous woman.
Shane licked his lips and ordered another drink. The woman handed him his bottle and leaned over the counter. Shane realized how close she had become and knit his brows together, backing away. "What?" he added, quickly removing his lips from the bottle.
The girl just smiled and met his eyes.
"He's one brave man, he told me he absolutely hates singing, but I know what he's doing," she explained and backed up, returning her stare back ahead at the man on stage. Shane swallowed thickly and stared in to his bottle. He knew Rick hated, despised singing, so it was very strange seeing him do it.
"What's he doin' then?" Shane asked, interrupting her train of thought, and distracting her from Rick, who was still trying to ready himself on stage.
She turned to look at him and watched him take a swig.
The girl laughed. "He's singing because you won't, he's doing it for you," she admitted and at that moment, Shane felt his total attention drop. Everything went silent for a brief moment before returning. He ran his hand over his warm face and gave the girl one last look before standing up with his beer, watching Rick from afar.
"My name's Amy by the way," the girl caught his attention again, and he turned with a soft smile that meant shit. He looked at her extended hand, small and petite. "Shane," he introduced and downed the last of his beer. She smiled at him and slid her hand from his.
Shane's gaze returned back toward the man ahead.
He was really doing this, hell he was really doing this. Lori was missing a once in a lifetime thing. Shane thought about his ex-broad a lot actually, but with help of the booze and Rick's singing, he could get through it a little."What the fuck!" Shane was almost speechless when he heard the music begin to play. Rick looked a little nervous standing in the spot light, but women around the room were waving their arms to him;
"Sledgehammer, holy fuck!" a smile found his lips and he instantly looked down afraid to be seen with a pink face, shoving his hands in to his cargo pants pockets. That was their song, they always sung to it when it came on the radio and when it came around on Rick's cd.
Rick's voice was hilariously amazing. He sounded great, better than in the car. Maybe being nervous made him sound better, in a funny way. Sooner than later, Shane noticed a few women in the crowd at certain booths stand up and flaunt their bodies around to the music and Rick's voice. His hands fell from his pockets and he just stared, crossing his arms across his chest.
Amy was also cheering him on.
"He's a good singer," she said, and Shane turned to see her moving about. He ordered yet another beer and stayed seated at the bar.
Rick was doing something he'd never once in his life do, just to make Shane feel better. If that wasn't love, than he didn't know what fucking love was. He just sat there though, feeling bad for himself for being an asshole.
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An hour had passed and the whole room was cheering and whistling for an encore. Rick hurried off the stage and rushed up toward Shane, face a little sweaty and blue eyes a little tired.
Shane raised his head up from the counter, and saw Rick standing beside him. "Let's order some food," Rick announced and Amy was absolutely ready for their orders. "Amazing singing, Rick," she commented and it made Shane shift and groan slightly.
Rick ignored it, until Shane left.
"Hold on," Rick told Amy just before leaving to find Shane. He looked in the bathroom and he was there taking a piss.
Rick felt totally stupid.
Shane had to piss but there was more to it than pissing. He just drank too much."I hope you feel better, I stood up on that damn stage and sung like a fuckin' monkey in front of cute women," Rick was upset by his tone and all it did was make Shane laugh. Rick looked at the back side of Shane in a funny way at his laughter.
"Those gurls were all over you man, you have it all," Shane admitted, not even bothering to stop by the sink and wash his hands. Rick noticed but didn't care.Their eyes met and Shane definitely looked drunk. "You are drunk," Rick carefully walked forward toward Shane, but all that happened was a little unwanted shuffle between them. Rick was angry and pissed at his attitude.
"Stop it Shane!" Rick told and took a hold of Shane's right arm, bending it behind him as carefully as he could, but not too gentle either.
Shane was bigger and pulled away and shoved Rick in to one of the bathroom stalls. At least the door itself was locked so he didn't have to land in the fucking toilet bowl. This needed to stop, but Rick didn't want to risk someone getting hurt.
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Rick took Shane home. Shane was so inebriated he couldn't open his own door, leaning back in to the seat like a dumbass drunk like he was. So Rick leaned over the console and over Shane to open his door for him.
"Get out," Rick's tone was harsh, and Shane gave him one last look, just before being told a second time and he was out. Rick listened to the door slam hard, and cursed beneath his breath. Shane did have some problems to work out, and if this was how Rick was going to be repaid for taking him out, then to hell with him until he gets his shit in order.
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