morning?” Waters shot back, flushing angrily.
“Oh no, I just swim in it, а la Scrooge McDuck,” Flynn said.
Griffen laughed at Flynn’s easy volley, and Waters grew more sullen. Flynn winked at the young dragon, even though he didn’t look much older than midthirties himself. Griffen doubted his age matched his face.
“Pull up a chair, Griffen. No reason for you to stand there.”
Flynn pushed a chair toward Griffen. A drink was already waiting, and as Griffen reached into his wallet, Flynn waved him off, putting a few bills on the bar. The Quarter had broken Griffen of refusing free drinks, but still the gesture surprised him from an utter stranger.
Waters put a hand on the back of the chair, knuckles grazing Griffen’s back.
“No, don’t pull up a chair. I’m not done talking with my agent about extending my ball contract.”
“Not a chance, Waters,” Flynn said. “You don’t have anything to offer me.”
“You mean besides the money from the contract?” Griffen said.
The other two dragons exchanged a glance, for the first time having a meeting of minds. Waters burst into a chortling laugh that set Griffen’s teeth on edge. Flynn’s smile became a smirk, but he still shot a bit of a glare at the other.
“Stow it, Stew. He’s new.”
“New nothing—he’s a baby! This is the kid who scared Stoner? Big tough government dragon!”
“Thanks for the drink. Glad I could give you a few laughs in exchange,” Griffen said, starting to rise.
Waters rose, too.
“Where you going, baby?” he said.
Flynn glanced at the other two dragons.
“Sit down, Griffen, for a moment,” he said. “Waters is an ass, but I didn’t mean any harm. See, for the most part, the big dragons in this country know each other. Not quite a good old boys’ network, more everyone keeping track of everyone else. Now, Waters isn’t a big dragon, not even tops in his industry, but you qualify, or will. So it was a bit of a shock you didn’t know me,” Flynn explained.
“Meaning you are a big dragon?” said Griffen, not taking his chair again and not taking his eyes off Waters.
“I’d say yes if I weren’t so damn modest.”
Flynn winked, and Griffen found himself smiling again. But lost it quickly as Waters cracked his knuckles loudly, vying for attention.
“He’s agent for every major dragon in entertainment. Sports, movies, news, stage, even books,” Waters said.
“Though I’ll be damned if I see much money from the last. They do all come to me,” Flynn said.
“And give you ten percent?” Griffen said.
“Sometimes as much as forty on a few cases. It’s amazing what some people will sign,” Flynn said.
Griffen cocked his head, looking at Waters.
“And your beef with me seems to be?”
“No beef, just figured I’d get a little of that fame I been wanting. I smash your face in, maybe I can sign on with Stoner after I dump this scum sucker,” Waters said.
He took a step toward Griffen. Though he didn’t show scales, his skin seemed to darken, harden. It was as if his dark skin were turning to brick, or stone, but it still moved and rippled like flesh.
Griffen cocked his head the other way.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Griffen said.
A soft growling tugged at the attention of the three dragons.
Two dogs, medium-sized, glared up at Waters. A moment ago they had been asleep in the bar. Now their ears were back and teeth bared. The larger one’s shoulder blades began to tense.
“You think I can’t pound down a dog?” Waters sneered.
The smaller dog barked, a surprisingly loud bark. It drew the attention of the people in the bar and out on the street. One of whom began walking toward the entrance.
“Griffen,” Maestro said. “Was expecting you up the street for pool. Is there a problem?”
That last phrase was said with a bit of edge. His hands were in plain sight, but Griffen had heard a few stories in the past few months. Dogs Waters could handle. This, maybe not.
The bartender looked over.
“Maestro, how the hell have you been?” he asked, and quickly assessed the situation. “Right, what’s going on here? Maestro, you need a hand?”
“Just what I was asking my good friend Griffen here,” Maestro said.
Waters looked from the men to the dogs to Griffen. Flynn chuckled slightly. Griffen had noticed that he had watched him the entire time. There seemed to be another gleam of admiration in his eyes, but also something more… calculating.
“What did I say about the wrong kind of notoriety?” Flynn said.
“Fuck you, Flynn,” said Waters.
Everyone watched as the large man left the bar, stopping to glare at Maestro as he stepped to the side. Maestro only smiled slightly, and asked, “Did you use to play sports?”
That did it. He was gone, and Griffen really wanted to know how Maestro knew the perfect thing to say. Flynn laughed, loud. Griffen turned a speculative eye to the other dragon, and he shrugged.
“Some guys just aren’t worth fifteen percent. I’m half-tempted to try and get him a TV hosting gig on Antarctic Public Broadcasting. But I hate to waste a favor.”
“You really can pull that kind of strings?”
Maestro looked at the two of them and walked over to chat with the bartender. Griffen signaled over his head, buying the man a drink, then sat back down with Flynn.
“Inside my bailiwick. I don’t pay much attention outside of the entertainment business, of course, but that’s enough for one dragon.”
“So,” Griffen said, suddenly suspicious, “what are you doing in town?”
“Ha! Sharp question. I could, of course, have sent some paper-pusher to ride herd on the boy wonder. But I’m about to start preproduction on a major picture down here, so I’m checking out the location. Multitasking, you know?”
“Okay, and what is your interest in me?” Griffen asked.
“Who says I have an interest? I do very thorough research before I come to a new location. Research besides shooting locations and local talent agencies.”
“So you knew me because you looked into the local dragons?” Griffen said skeptically.
“Oh, hell, you are quick. I rarely come on location even when I’m the one trying to put things together from scratch. Don’t have to anymore. But New Orleans with Halloween coming up, a young dragon who’s making the most interesting ripples? Curiosity compelled, I came and poked my nose in.”
Distrust made Griffen pause and think those comments over carefully. He didn’t like being under the microscope, but Flynn’s honesty was refreshing. He just couldn’t seem to help liking the man.
“You seem more startled than expected. Look, I’m sorry about the idiot, but I can’t be responsible for every stupid thing he thinks up. Surely this can’t be the first time a dragon surprised you with a face-to-face?” Flynn asked.
“True, but that doesn’t help me feel at ease. The last was Stoner.”
“Ah, well, damn. Doesn’t that just take the wind out of my sails? Tell you what. Going to be around for another month at least now that I’m immersed in this damn deal. We’ll probably run into each other. If you need anything, though, here’s my card.”
He pulled out a small, embossed business card and slipped it over to Griffen and looked him over again closely. Griffen sensed that he wanted to say more, but Flynn just shook his head and stood up.
“No pressure now. There really is no need.” Flynn nodded to Griffen and headed out the door.
Outside, once beyond sight of the bar, Flynn smiled to himself. An honest smile, the kind that brings to mind cats and canaries.
“Just the right mix of truth and lies,” he said to himself, and strolled down toward Bourbon.
