Maybe it was the knock to the noggin', maybe it was the whole ridiculousness of the situation getting to him. Whatever the reason, Michael felt like being daring; or as daring as a man who couldn't stand up straight could be.<br/><br/>"Stay close to you; think I can manage that."<br/><br/>His head rested against her shoulder, 'conveniently' allowing him to get a look at her chest. Hey, coach said to find a pretty woman and have fun, and so far he found two...<br/><br/>..."zzzZZZZZzzzzz....." Michael wasn't conscious long enough to take in so much as a glance. Laying there with his eyes closed, he began to dream of battle and glory, of greatness and accomplishments that would, in all likelihood, now never be his.