When Meg returned from the restroom she felt the shift in the atmosphere. Nick kept trying not to look at Norman, and yet couldn't quite seem to keep from it. The look on his face was a mixture of fear and awe.

"What the hell did you do to the kid?" she asked.

"Nothing," he answered, and then before she could follow up her question, he asked his own. "So tell me, Meg, what're you doing in New Orleans?"

"You know, that was a very ill disguised subterfuge," she said with one eye closed before continuing, "Came to see the St. Patrick's Day parade."

"Really?" he asked, not believing her, but not sure exactly why.

"Yeah, really," she cocked an eyebrow and then chuckled at him. "Okay, so maybe that and to bury an old ghost." She could see that he was more comfortable with that answer -- after all, it was her specialty to know what it took to make people comfortable and believe her. This time, it just happened to be the truth, too. She found herself smiling at this man with the deep blue eyes and sculpted cheekbones. His messy hair and scruffy goatee was at complete odds to everything she'd loved about Doug, but for some reason — on him — she found it incredibly attractive.

"Do you live here?" he asked.

"Nope."

"Are you still in the service?"

"Nope," she answered, and grinned before adding, "one more strike and you're out."

He smiled back and instead of asking another question, he picked up his drink and raised it in a toast to her. They touched glasses and it was her turn to ask some questions.

"What are you doing in the Crescent City, Norman?" She asked.

"I'm here for the St. Patrick's Day parade..." he said while looking at her in the mirror behind the bar. She rolled her eyes and he leaned his shoulder into hers. "Nah, really, I'm filming a TV show."

"Seriously? Like a for real show or a reality show?" she snorted. Nick had come over to see if they needed refills and overheard her question.

"I guess you could call it a reality show. It's about motorcycles and the people who ride them." Norman tried to explained, "It's really about the culture of riders."

She leaned her head to the side and squinted her eyes at him. "And what makes you qualified to make such a show as this?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she heard Nick scoff and then start choking as he tried to cover the sound up. She swung around and looked at him. "What?"

He just shook his head, but she persisted. "If there's a joke, you better let me in on it."

"Do you really not know who he is?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, he's the guy I caught pissing off his patio yesterday morning. He's the guy who saw me naked on the beach last night. He's the guy I gave a raging hard on to seven times today. Anything else I need to know about him?" she replied.

Nick straightened up and looked over at Norman wide-eyed before looking back at Meg. "Well... yeah, he's Norman Reedus. Haven't you ever heard of The Walking Dead?"

The completely blank look on her face must have been answer enough because he continued, "It's the number one rated cable show for the last five years? He plays Daryl Dixon, the redneck bad-ass?" He raised his eyebrows. "No? Oh my god. He has like over six million followers on Twitter and Instagram."

She looked over at Norman and studied him for a minute. He was definitely attractive, sexy even; with hooded eyes that made him look like he was pre or post sex all the time, and his sculpted biceps, broad shoulders, and tight ass. But six million people? That must be one hell of a show.

"I guess that explains that ridiculous hat you're wearing," she said to him. He chuckled and nodded at her. Then she asked "Do you get recognized a lot when you're out in public?"

"Only by super-fans like Nick, here." 

Nick looked up at the mention of his name and said, "Whatever. I could tweet that you're here right now and within minutes there'd be hundreds, maybe thousands, of women flocking through that door." He looked over at Meg as if to make his point. She was amused at how offended he seemed over the fact that she didn't get Norman's fame.

Meg leaned over and put her hand on Norman's leg and then turned her head towards Nick and gave a sweet little smile. It was one that Norm had seen and he almost felt sorry for Nick over whatever it was that was coming.

"Well, I'm sorry I haven't seen this amazing show that means so much to both of you fellas, but I've been really busy over the last couple decades. Serving my country, you know -- making the world safer -- in places that don't typically have American television. I know it pales in comparison to six million twits following me on social media, but I did manage to get the location of Osama Bin Laden's hidey-hole from a Saudi prince while he was licking raw honey from my belly button."

When she straightened, the stunned look on both Nick and Norman's face was comical. She picked up her drink and drained it. Norm recovered first, being used to her matter of fact way. He looked over at Nick and said, "She wins. She's always gonna win."

Meg stood up and walked over between Norman's legs and put her hands on either of his shoulders and looked deep into his eyes. In return, he put his hands on her hips and held her gaze.

"You're a good sport Norman Reedus. Would you want to go somewhere less public and slow dance, make out, and get good and sexually frustrated?"

He was lost in those eyes, and the image that had come to mind was of her muscular legs and heavy breasts as they looked in the moonlight. "I've been sexually frustrated since I laid eyes on you. Why not take it to the next level, Meg MacAndrews?"

She took a step back from him, reached into her pocket and traded the cash she had promised Nick for her credit card. Norman signed the slip that was presented to him.

"Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but why'd you decide to be nice to me all the sudden?" he asked her as they stood to leave.

"What can I say? Thinking about my old buddy, the prince, has gotten me feeling all sorts of ways. And as adorable as Nick here is..." she looked over at the bartender and then back at Norman, "you look like you might have made your way around a woman's body a few times before and picked up a few tricks."

Meg had taken a few steps towards the door but stopped and looked back over her shoulder. "You want to back out? Or establish a 'safe word'?" she smirked and then kept walking.

Norman shook his head and looked over at Nick. "If I don't show up tomorrow..."

"Send the cavalry?" he asked.

"God, no. Act like you never saw me," he replied with a wink and followed her out the door.