Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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Miami, Florida
A usual hot day down in south Florida had unfolded following the morning hours. The sun was up, shining in the typical way as the heat was slowly fading on in the afternoon. Rain had washed away from the previous week and looking at Tuesday afternoon, this was going to be a hot week. Across town, a BMW car remained park outside by the docks. Tony had things to tend to for the morning with an associate of his and the dealing of a Scarab powerboat. A luxury speed boat seemed like a nice toy to blow some money on and have for himself. Since the recent success of his major night club, his pockets were burning to spend cash left and right. Despite his older body, his mind still had old habits with the use of money.
Slipping on his Aviator sunglasses, the wind rustled across his yellow button up shirt. It was too hot right now to go out in dark colors, so he chose white pants and went for a casual look today. His feet stomped over the wooden walkway of the pier, while his eyes looked over the dozens of boats on both sides. The dock was always full, some even lived on the boats out here. He walked down to the end of the pier where he seen his old friend Alberto waiting for him. The old man was quickly losing his hair as he reached his 60's in age, but a big grey mustache over his face always made him look the same. Tony smiled, as he went to hug his old friend.
"Buenos días, Alberto...It's always good to see you, old one."
"Yeah, likewise Tony. I hope you're finally buying this thing for real, I've had a couple offers so far but nothing has pleased me."
The old man nodded to Tony and pointed over to the right for him to take a look at the boat himself. In bright pastel blue with purple fading pink stripes over the sides, it was a thing of beauty from another decade. Alberto spoke up once more.
"What you're looking at is a Wellcraft Scarab 38' KV, 1987..."
"She's quite the beauty..."
"I've had the engine repaired as of a few months ago, new paint, new vinyl interior. She's all yours if you can give me around 34 grand for it."
"Just 34 grand, seriously?"
Alberto looked over at him and sighed.
"I'm pretty sure that ain't asking for too much, considering that yacht you live on across this place. Now, I've known you since you were a little kid and I knew your father before you were born, so no trying to cheap talk me."
Tony just laughed at the old man. It was true, he had remembered Alberto long ago when he was a child. It was funny how long ago that was, back in those days he had a head full of hair. He smiled back at his old friend.
"I would never try to cheap talk you, I hope you believe that. I might do that to someone else, but not you."
"Yeah, yeah, right...So 34 grand, eh? You're lucky I am going easy on you, a collector from Spain is offering me 50 thousand. Says this boat is identical to one used on a TV show back in the 80's. There's no telling how much I could get for it, if I really wanted the money."
Sighing, Tony simply nodded.
"That's fine, that's fine. We got a deal. We can meet tomorrow, I'll swing by and sign the deed and give you a check."
Alberto quickly pointed his finger at him.
"No check! Cash, I want to see green!"
"Fine, you got it. Cash tomorrow, I'll get it for you."
"Yes, thank you. I'll come see you tomorrow."
"Adios, old timer!"
The wind blew, as Tony began to walk off from the old man. Something seemed strange with his demand for having cash for the transaction. Alberto had been an old friend of his father's time, a former drug smuggler back in the 70's and 80's during the era of the cocaine cowboys. His specialty had been speed boats, after retiring from the business, he moved into doing shows and auctions for luxury boats. Still, Tony had to wonder why he was so desperate for cash. Albert had two sons, who were known to be fuck ups in and out of jail for various crimes. He hoped that this wasn't a bad situation to deal with his sons, but Tony didn't feel it was right to stick his nose in family business that didn't concern him.
Walking down the pier, a short woman was approaching his way in a grey T-shirt with a tiger over it. The shirt was tucked into a pair of stonewashed blue jeans, with a leather belt around the loops. Her face was covered in a large pair of dark sunglasses and a white hat. At first, Tony didn't pay her no attention until she smiled and waved her hand. She called out to him in a thick accent.
"Excuse me, Señor Diaz?"
"Yes? Who are you?"
The woman reached her hand to remove her sunglasses and look into his face with her own brown eyes. She gave a smirk before introducing herself.
"Salma..."
Tony looked at her with a shocked expression over his face. Her strong accent was very telling but now the face and to see her in casual clothes. There was no mistaking it, Salma was her first name and Hayek had to be the second. He looked behind himself to gaze back at the pier before he looked back at her and responded.
"Salma Hayek, ay, dios mio! How...how did you come all this way to find me?"
She giggled at him.
"When one puts their mind to something, it's amazing what they can accomplish."
"So...I take it you wanted to meet me for something?"
"Yes."
She smiled at him before reaching into her pocket to hand him a card. The card was a party invitation, just the excuse that Salma needed to seek him out. Tony took the card and looked at it before his eyes looked back at her face. She spoke again, her thick Mexican accent coming out in her words.
"You have been invited to a yacht party across here, in Miami Beach. The party is just 5 hours away on schedule, can you promise to be there?"
Smiling up at her, Tony couldn't figure if she was serious or not. This woman would seek him out all this way for a party? He had to flirt with her for the time being.
"Maybe, can you promise to be there?"
Salma laughed again.
"Only if you are coming alone...I need a date, and I hear you are the new Mr. Big in town, I want to be there with you."
