Las Vegas, Thursday
Mike didn't feel comfortable going back to the Montecito a mere month after leaving his job there, so when he called Sam Marquez, he suggested that they meet at Red Square at Mandalay Bay.
"I hear you're sleeping on Danny's couch," said Sam as she slid into the booth. "You know Cooper's giving Mary a fully comped suite, right? And I can always hook you up if you want."
Mike gave her a wry smile. "No thanks," he said. "I'd rather stay away for the time being. I don't want to have all those people around who used to work with me."
"So how's it working out, teaching the little kiddies?" asked Sam, skimming through the drink menu.
"It's a lot harder than I thought it would be," admitted Mike. "I've got a small class, but the students just don't seem to be grasping the material yet. I even have one girl who'd rather write out her papers by hand instead of learn how to use a word processor. I kind of wonder if I made the right decision."
"We need drinks, then," pronounced Sam. After ordering a lychee martini for herself and a beer for Mike, she asked, "Do you think you'll stick with it? Because if it's not working, Delinda can talk to Cooper. She totally talked him into giving me my job back, and he likes you almost as much as he likes her. You know there's no one else in Vegas who understands the eye in the sky better than you."
"I'm not about to give up yet," Mike cautioned her. "It's only been a month. I'm sure I can make it work. Besides, I've finally gotten all settled in my apartment in Fandom and I'm making more money renting out my condo than when I was living in it."
"Tell me something. What's Fandom like? It's got to be quieter than Vegas," asked Sam.
"It's like nothing you've ever seen!" said Mike, his face lighting up. "For example, the radio squirrels have nothing on the ol' Vegas 'eye in the sky.' They see everything that goes down and then all your business in on the radio for everyone to hear. It's a little freaky at first, but it makes it easy to keep tabs on people."
"Squirrels?" questioned Sam, looking confused.
"Yeah, those little rodent guys, except these ones take notes and drink rum," explained Mike.
"I think it's time to cut you off," said Sam, confiscating the rest of Mike's beer.
[NFI, NFB, YMMV, ASAP, OOC = <3 and all that jazz]
"I hear you're sleeping on Danny's couch," said Sam as she slid into the booth. "You know Cooper's giving Mary a fully comped suite, right? And I can always hook you up if you want."
Mike gave her a wry smile. "No thanks," he said. "I'd rather stay away for the time being. I don't want to have all those people around who used to work with me."
"So how's it working out, teaching the little kiddies?" asked Sam, skimming through the drink menu.
"It's a lot harder than I thought it would be," admitted Mike. "I've got a small class, but the students just don't seem to be grasping the material yet. I even have one girl who'd rather write out her papers by hand instead of learn how to use a word processor. I kind of wonder if I made the right decision."
"We need drinks, then," pronounced Sam. After ordering a lychee martini for herself and a beer for Mike, she asked, "Do you think you'll stick with it? Because if it's not working, Delinda can talk to Cooper. She totally talked him into giving me my job back, and he likes you almost as much as he likes her. You know there's no one else in Vegas who understands the eye in the sky better than you."
"I'm not about to give up yet," Mike cautioned her. "It's only been a month. I'm sure I can make it work. Besides, I've finally gotten all settled in my apartment in Fandom and I'm making more money renting out my condo than when I was living in it."
"Tell me something. What's Fandom like? It's got to be quieter than Vegas," asked Sam.
"It's like nothing you've ever seen!" said Mike, his face lighting up. "For example, the radio squirrels have nothing on the ol' Vegas 'eye in the sky.' They see everything that goes down and then all your business in on the radio for everyone to hear. It's a little freaky at first, but it makes it easy to keep tabs on people."
"Squirrels?" questioned Sam, looking confused.
"Yeah, those little rodent guys, except these ones take notes and drink rum," explained Mike.
"I think it's time to cut you off," said Sam, confiscating the rest of Mike's beer.
[NFI, NFB, YMMV, ASAP, OOC = <3 and all that jazz]