<em>God damn it Preston, get your shit together!</em><br/><br/>This is precisely why he should try to pick up women when he was wearing the capes.  The Living Blaze was confident, charismatic, and cool... well, maybe not cool.  Preston was the idiot savant that somehow seemed to fail upwards.<br/><br/>He caught how she looked at him, and he wondered if she was determining his wealth mentally.  If that was the case, he knew he was done in for.  He had to impress the hell out of her in some other, more unique way.  The temperature around him rose a little in nervousness, not enough to truly be noticeable.  He took a drink of his water, placing the bottle back on the counter and fished his own pack of cigarettes out his jacket pocket, screwing one into his lips without lighting it, his cheap little bic lighter still in hand.<br/><br/>"Hey, what have I got?  You're gorgeous, and you know it.  You've heard all the lines, you've had guys fall over backwards to get you dance or more a hundred times over, I'm sure."  He lit his cigarette, feeling a stride fall into his words.  He smiled, trying to catch her eyes with his own.  "But here's a fact; All these other guys could give a shit less what you're thinking.  Yeah, you've got one hell of a body and a smile that could melt the north pole.  But you got a look in your eye also, like your trying to find something.  I actually care as to what that is too."