Mr Dayne Monologue

The hallway tinted in red and green neon lights swirled and danced with the cigar smoke. She could still hear the picking of an exquisite guitar combined with the singer’s harmonious voice and attitude maintaining the smile on Alex’s face; even with the cold metal of the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of her head, she hums to the melody echoing the walls of the bar. The red door eye slot slides open and two deep ocean blue eyes crystallize as they widen at the sight of her face, the slot shuts, and the door is unlocked. The moment she steps inside, the faded off the end of the song takes her smile off her face as she approaches Mr. Dayne.
Rather buff and straight postured, his attire suggested he not only meant business with a sharp red and black blazer and glossy jet black shoes, he was also twisting an all too familiar silver ring with a set of carvings designed to rotate throughout the entire object.
Brookes.”
“Well, as long as I get to lay my eyes on such a legendary person such as yourself, it is an honor to be negotiating with you tonight, Mr. Dayne.”
A pause. He leans forward with his elbows resting on the table and hands webbed together close to his chin. His booth seemed to match his outfit; red leather, black buttons and a comfortable looking seat cushion that overflowed like a blanket to the sides of his booth. She leans back on her wooden, creaky chair and crosses her legs to display her favorite pair of black boots held together by a trail of laces and zippers indicated a much more convoluted design than it needed to be.
“My clients have been very happy with the services and resources you’ve provided us, Mr. Dayne. And we’d like to extend our partnership to another six months if that’s possible.”
“Of course, it is…only if you offer something valuable in exchange.” His left eyebrow raised in the interest of her response. A bluff, either that or a straightforward negotiation. Hard to tell just