Someone was just as smarmy in person as they came across on the network. Maria had met the type before. That type had, on occasion, met the heel of her boot to their face. For now, she was playing nice...that included a smile.
"Just Maria," she said as she accepted the barstool he vacated. "Makers Mark. Straight up." Top shelf bourbon with no ice. Yeah, she was playing hardcore. "When did you get here?"