Have I Got a Story for You ~closed for chronicle_tenko and myself~

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Addison wasn’t tired in the least, in fact even with the lack of sleep she felt energized. She was ready to start the race at full throttle. And it was, in fact, a race. One that she felt she was well equipped to win. She was an heiress and that had a few perks. One being stamped on her chest as her 20th birthday present. Her saline filled D cups alone didn’t give her an edge, but knowing how to use them and her lower curves definitely did.

She written two best selling romances novels of sorts. Basically sex, lies, drugs, and through it all love conquers. They were loosely based on people she knew, from her half wit celebrity filled social circles. She’d taken that note from Jackie Collins. But she wanted something more, something with a bite. Her production house had called her with a subject. Supposedly, a modern day super hero saves the day in a small town diner then refuses press.

So off she went, placing herself in the race to get this guy to talk. Granted, she had her physical assets, but another more important one as well. She wanted an entertaining character for a new type of book. Fiction, again loosely based, but something darker with more grit. She wanted to prove herself, to be one of those few authors whose name is known.

She’d heard he’d be at the diner, per usual. And even had his regular time scheduled into her Blackberry. So she drove her smart little Beamer like a bat out of hell to get there in time. She’d spent far too much time that morning, perfecting her assets. Her smart red blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show ample cleavage and her black slacks rested snuggle on her curvaceous hips. Granted, she wasn’t a Kardashian but her hips were like Shakira and didn’t lie.

She parked, quickly as soon as she saw the diner, and checked her appearance in the mirror. She retouched her makeup with bright red lipstick before fussing with her dark hair. Once satisfied she sent herself a beaming smile and stepped out of the car. Her recorder was in her purse and well as a pad and pen. She was prepared, she was always prepared, years of boarding schools had taught her that much at least.

The diner was just like any other with a long bar down the back side and a row of booths down the front. The two waitresses even wore the traditional diner apparel. Pulling out her pen and pad, while she stood just into the doorway, Addison began taking notes on the place. She didn’t want to miss a single detail. The customers, upon first glance weren’t anything unusual. Which surprised her, after such a violent ordeal a person would think it would shake a place up. Evidently, not this place.

She took a seat at the bar and ordered a coffee from the cute little blond waitress named Holly. Upon the young woman’s return, Addison began to chat her up. Business was slow, this time of day, so she took advantage of it. Turns out, Holly was one of the types of young women who reality shows had created. The type who followed the lives of Paris and Nicole, the Kardashian sisters, and anyone semi famous. Which meant, she knew who Addison was.

It was, Addison thought to herself, her lucky day.

Micheal Van Buren went by Mickey. There was no adoration of a mouse that shared the name, he just used to like baseball. Since then the name stuck. He was tall without a lanky gait, and short of that height you'd be hard pressed to find anything that truly stood out about him. His dark hair was clipped short, and though he looked, young a small widows peak was already forming. Sunglasses hid the deep blue eyes he had, and his body was toned and slight looking. Incredibly misleading for the over two hundred pounds on his 6'1 frame but he preferred it that way. Today he still had no work. Turns out people would rather avoid an assassin who was recently network news. Take a break they said; your fifteen minutes will be finished soon. He hoped. It was off putting and it seemed to change his routine. Even though like clockwork at 1330 hours, he walked into Tom's Bistro and Diner and sat down, eyes within easy looking of both the entrance to the kitchen and the main door, with his meal already firmly in his mind.

He gritted his teeth then. He was only pretending to read the menu but even if he wasn't paying attention he could still feel the gazes of the few regulars who were there that day, and of Holly who's Coffee Carafe he had seized to begin the initial throw. They were still watching him. For a man who'd spent most of his life avoiding attention this was disconcerting to say the least. Spooking to say the worst. If it kept up he was going to start bringing one of his pistols with him. He looked up holly came towards him, a little more bounce in her step than normal. It did interesting thing to the hem line of her skirt, he could swear she was cocking her hips at him.

"So hero. Like? What do you want today? You could splurge you know Migeul and Tom both said we could give you free meals." Holly's smile was really on today, and it lit up her eyes in the most interesting ways. For a moment he was sad that she should be so young. It put her completely out of his touch. He opened his mouth to tell her thanks, but his usual would be fine and that he would be paying but never got the words out.

"Also There's a celebrity like waiting for you over on booth six. See the total hottie over there in the red Isabella Rose Necklace? she came all the way from new york to talk to you, I don't think I would keep her waiting." Holly smiled and made a come hither look with a hip cock, that spoke bedroom tongues. To be completely honest it frightened Michael far more than two gunmen interrupting lunch had. High society meant more publicity, and more people, and even less work.

Mickey smiled at the young girl in what he hoped was a disarming fashion, and spoke kindly, but severely with a hint of doubt in his voice. "If she came that far to see me, she can come a little further I like this booth. It's comfy. She will too. And thank Migeul and Tom but I'll pay and I'll have whu"

She cut him off, possibly just a tinge angry. "One Cobb salad hold the tomatoes. No we still just have blue cheese with it, no Rock-you-fort." Her tongue mangled the french word and Mickey kept from wincing. "Two glasses of milk and one coffee, with two hard-boiled eggs on the side." She smiled as she remembered his order.

"Uh yeah I'll have that. Again."

"OF course mickey, I'll send your date over too." She smiled but it didn't light up her eyes the same way. Mickey mentally shook his head, and prepared, no matter who this woman was she shouldn't be that difficult to get to go away.

Addison March

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Addison listen to the girl recount the nights events as if she’d just seen Spider Man. She almost laughed out loud at the blatant hero worship. Though, though all of that Addison had learned several important facts, which she jotted down on her note pad. Two gun men had entered the diner (which has excellent eggs Benedict, she’d been told),armed, and demanded money. And even taken the wallets of patrons. It got hazy after that, or at least the waitress’s hero worship became so thick most of the details were utterly useless for Addison.

When a man entered, Addison knew it had to be Spider Man. Not that she had any preconceived notion on what he would look like or how he would carry himself. Her theory of his identity was based off of Holly’s reaction. And the fact that once the young lady started breathing again she immediately leaned down and confirmed Addison’s theory in an excited whisper.

Addison waited, sipping her coffee and adding to her notes, while the young Holly went to wait on Spider Man. She almost laughed, as she’d even started referring to him as Peter Parker in her notes. Though, she didn’t think the nerdy Parker would be anywhere as striking as this man. The was something to him, no overtly, but he seemed to carry himself with an edge that was buried just under the surface. ‘Intriguing.’

Addison watched him deal with Holly, effortlessly. Though, her flirtations were lost on the man. Which didn’t surprise Addison a bit, he seemed the type to desire the attentions of a more sophisticated woman. He had the air to him and the young Holly with her bubbly innocence probably wouldn’t be his cup of tea. When Holly returned, Addison could only genuinely laugh at Holly’s recounting of her Spider Man exchange. Hero worship or not, Holly suddenly felt the match maker.

“I do believe, I’ll go say hello. Send my eggs Benedict to his table.”

Addison was a confident woman and had never been considered shy. Talking to people, flirting with men, both of these came easily for her. So as she approached her real life Peter Parker, she walked with a steady confidence, easy grace, and a hip swaying flirtation that couldn’t be denied. As she tucked her purse and pad into the booth, she gave him an easy smile and extended her hand as she sat.

“I’m Addison March, big city girl visiting a small town. Anything I should know about this place?”

She sipped her coffee, which Holly had stopped by to refresh with a wink. She figured the waitress was being nosy, it didn’t bother Addison at all. If it weren’t for nosy people, she’d be out of a job. Nosiness made the world turn round and lent it’s hand to gossip, which is what had been the basis of her first too books and what had brought her here to small town USA.

“You don’t look much like Peter Parker? I suspect you don’t own a skin tight suit or spin web either. Though, to hear Holly speak of you, you do both.”

"To hear Holly speak, one must have a filter for Like's; Um's, and other pauses. And I'm fairly sure I fit more in the Clark Kent mold than Peter Parker. Peter would have seen them coming." Mickey did a fair impression of Holly's pausing valley girl speech, even stopping to pop non existent bubblegum at one point. He smiled warmly as he spoke before he let it drop from his face entirely, the same emotionless set to his lips replacing that once friendly upturn. "But other than this I don't speak to press. Still it's a free country you're welcome to sit here. But move your pretty little face ever so slightly to the right you block my line of sight to the door."

Mickey took a moment to appraise the woman in front of him, he'd gotten more than a good look at her while she walked over to his table, and he had to approve. Her hips flaring to either side, the perfect make-you-want-me walk. She could only be trouble. But if someone was sending trouble it couldn't be packaged nicer. Long slim legs and tight package of hips and ass together, curves like a perfect hourglass, and large proud breasts, that looked like they'd support his dinner plate without drooping. Capped with a dangerous glint in her eyes, and a predator's smile. No prettier package, She even had the perfect glossy black hair he loved in a world of bottled blondes. She was perfect in a word. Just simply perfect.

He distrusted that immediately.

Around that time his salad came, everything chopped fine, and his hard boiled eggs which he took immediately to practiced shelling with a knife easily cutting just the right amount through a brittle shell and soft skin before easing the blade around his fingers deftly twisting. "So why don't you begin asking me your questions Miss Lane. And I'll begin denying your answers, and we'll make a jolly good lunch out of it."