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"Excuse me."
The blue orbs focused on the woman standing there. Business Casual, must've just gotten off the shift. Her hair once had been pulled back in a bun, now small groups had broken free, fighting their own miniature rebellion against the hair tie which oppressed them. Her brown eyes were fixed. She was eying him up as well. She didn't seem impressed. Then again, no one did when they first met Maverick.
"What can I do for you? Ms........?" He waved a waitress over- who handed him a drink and waiting for the woman's order.
"Maria.... and I'll have a water."
"Well Maria, since we're on a first name basis as you obviously know who I am. What can I do for you this evening?"
Hey face scrunched up, eyes narrowing.
"I am well aware you did not use my name, but no one approaches me in this night club who does not know me. So I ask again, what can I do for you?"
She relaxed a bit and pulled out a tape recorder.
"I'm conducting a series of articles for the local paper and I was hoping to get a statement or two from you."
"No."
Shock crossed her face, then was replaced by a cold journalism clam.
"Mr. Heart many people are wondering about you and some of your dealings. Along with the reports that you have connections to the underworld. What are your feelings about this?" She switched the recorder on.
"My feelings are: How are you going to get all this on that tiny voice box, when all it will pick up the bass? Further more- such a smoky atmosphere is bad for such simple electronics and it will most certainly short out."
She raised an eyebrow at him. The club had not fully opened yet, the dj was still setting up and this was a non smoking establishment. Yet her recorder sputtered, smoked and promptly died. She looked in shock then annoyance at him.
"So its true. You can make things happen."
"Not at all, I'm just lucky."
"Are you going to be like this all night?"
"Only as long as your drinking water." Maverick smiled as if he hadn't a care in the world.
Maria raised her hand and ordered a scotch.
The blue orbs focused on the woman standing there. Business Casual, must've just gotten off the shift. Her hair once had been pulled back in a bun, now small groups had broken free, fighting their own miniature rebellion against the hair tie which oppressed them. Her brown eyes were fixed. She was eying him up as well. She didn't seem impressed. Then again, no one did when they first met Maverick.
"What can I do for you? Ms........?" He waved a waitress over- who handed him a drink and waiting for the woman's order.
"Maria.... and I'll have a water."
"Well Maria, since we're on a first name basis as you obviously know who I am. What can I do for you this evening?"
Hey face scrunched up, eyes narrowing.
"I am well aware you did not use my name, but no one approaches me in this night club who does not know me. So I ask again, what can I do for you?"
She relaxed a bit and pulled out a tape recorder.
"I'm conducting a series of articles for the local paper and I was hoping to get a statement or two from you."
"No."
Shock crossed her face, then was replaced by a cold journalism clam.
"Mr. Heart many people are wondering about you and some of your dealings. Along with the reports that you have connections to the underworld. What are your feelings about this?" She switched the recorder on.
"My feelings are: How are you going to get all this on that tiny voice box, when all it will pick up the bass? Further more- such a smoky atmosphere is bad for such simple electronics and it will most certainly short out."
She raised an eyebrow at him. The club had not fully opened yet, the dj was still setting up and this was a non smoking establishment. Yet her recorder sputtered, smoked and promptly died. She looked in shock then annoyance at him.
"So its true. You can make things happen."
"Not at all, I'm just lucky."
"Are you going to be like this all night?"
"Only as long as your drinking water." Maverick smiled as if he hadn't a care in the world.
Maria raised her hand and ordered a scotch.