(New York - Joey's Roost)
Mari looked at the country bar she was seated in. The atmosphere wasn't bad, but it wasn't really what she was use to either. She looked up as the man who invited her stepped out. She was surprised to see Greg outside of his Vigilante costume. To be honest he was a very handsome man and there had been some connection between them for a while. The reason for the invite wasn't exactly on his part of being interested though. He had learned about her break up with John Stewart and Greg said that the best thing she could do was go somewhere and enjoy some down time. Finally he asked if she wanted to come out to New York and have a drink. She agreed and so now she found herself in a bar that had saw dust on the floor, a country music band playing in the back ground, and an attractive man sitting across from her.
"So Ma'am how's your Long Island Ice Tea?" Greg asked.
"It's not bad, but..." Mari said looking around.
"This isn't exactly your cup of 'tea' right?" Greg asked.
"Sorry, I just haven't been in a lot of country theme bars." Mari said.
"Don't let Joey hear you say that. He might live in New York, but the boy's an Okie. This is basically home for him." Greg said with a smile before he stood up and held out a hand to her.
"ASking me to dance?" She asked.
"Naw, thought that we might take a walk. That way you could blow off some steam." Greg said as he helped her up and they both collected their coats before heading out into the chilly night air. Mari walked beside the man and after a few minutes she began talking honestly with him.
"It really didn't bother me that we started to drift apart... It was when he told me about his son from the future. I started having trouble laying in bed with him. I loved John, but I couldn't stand in the way of that. I couldn't deny a child from being born." Mari said softly as they walked.
"Won't say that it was right though. Doesn't matter what he said or did he had no right dropping that on you and then just going right back to the way it was. That kind of information changes things." Greg said.
"Does it ever." Mari agreed.
"I would have been more respectful of you. You deserve to be respected. Hell your an asset not only to the League, but as friend as well." Greg said.
"You're sweet." Mari said before she kissed his cheek.
For a moment they stopped and looked into each other's eyes. There was something there between them that just couldn't be explained. Greg softly kissed her, and she returned it. Their soft kiss became deeper and soon the both of them was holding on to each other as if their very lives depended on it.
"Wow..." Mari said after they broke apart.
"Glad I did it, but I'm sorry if you wasn't ready." Greg said.
"No... Don't be sorry about it. You can kiss cowboy." Mari said with a laugh.
"So what do you want to do now?" Greg asked.
Mari was about to say something when she heard a violin softly playing a waltz. She grinned and reached for his hands. Together they began to dance slowly.
"Do you want to go out again tomorrow night?" Mari asked.
"If you would like to Ma'am." Greg answered.
"Greg... Call me Mari for pete's sake." Mari replied.