Interview
with the Warlock.
*May
contain language not suitable for younger readers*
The
time is currently 12.30pm and I’ve been waiting for the bones of a
half hour for my interview subject to turn up. Since I started
cataloguing the lives of the Paranormal Investigations Team from the
side-lines, interviewing members of the team has scared me half to
death. But, as I sit here awaiting the arrival of Richard, “Ricky”
Moore, my nerves have doubled and I consider upping sticks and
leaving.
Just as I have made
the decision to leave, the door swings open and in strolls Ricky.
Dressed in jeans, black boots and a short sleeved ACDC tee, Ricky
looks the epitome of a grunge God- very Kurt Cobain. His shoulder
length black hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, with his eyes
covered by sunglasses. I can’t help it, my heart skips a beat as
Ricky removes his shades and I get the full Ricky Moore charm
offensive.
Beautiful moss green
eyes twinkle with mischief, the warlock grinning as he apologizes for
being late. I tell him it’s grand and glance down at my notes,
trying to be professional. When Ricky is relaxed, sitting cross
legged in front of me, I begin my questioning.
ME:
Hey Ricky, thanks so much for talking time out to chat with me.
RM:
No
problems darling. Anything for a pretty lady. (his smiles deepens,
revealing almost too cute dimples.)
Me:
Let’s start easy…What’s your full name? When were you born?
RM:
Richard,
Spencer,
Ignatius, Moore. Born July 9th
1987. If you laugh, I’m gonna be pissed.)
Me:
No
laughing I swear. (while biting the inside of my mouth to supress a
giggle as he pretends to glares at me.)
Me:
What religion are you, Ricky?
RM:
(With a snort of laughter) The
bloody Irish and our religions. Did you get some of your questions
from the census? Feel like I’ve answered these questions before.
(he flashes me a teasing smile and I return it.) I don't really
practice a set religion but if I had to label it, I guess I am kinda
sorta wiccan. I definitely try and follow their rede .... I am just
not always good at it lol ... sometimes things just need to get done
- whatever the cost.
Me:
What kind of car do you drive?
RM:
Ford
Focus RS. She’s a beaut.
Me:
What do you most dislike about your appearance?
RM:
(Ricky
arches his eyebrow.) Nothing. I’m gorgeous. Next question please.
(He waves his hand in the air and I can only obey. And agree with
him)
Me:
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
He
scrubs his jaw with his knuckles while he contemplates my question.
RM:
Loyalty.
You need someone in your life that you can trust. Someone that won’t
run out the door when shit gets tough and you know will be there at
the end of day, no matter how late you come home.
I’m
shocked to hear anger laced in his words. I might not be a profiler,
but I pretty sure Ricky’s been hurt before.
Me:
What do you most value in your friends?
RM:
The
same I suppose. You need to know your friends have your back, will be
there to catch ya when you fall. I’m lucky to have that…but shh,
don’t tell them I said that.
Me:
Have you ever cheated on a partner?
RM:
People who cheat on their significant other are just plain scum. Next
question.
Yup,
definitely think he’s had his heartbroken before.
Me:
Who are your heroes in real life?
Leaning
back in his chair, Ricky folds his arms across his chest and grins.
RM:
My
team are rock stars. We hunt and apprehend the worst of the worst.
Those guys all have their own B.S to deal with, but we are the best
at what we do.
Me:
That’s very sweet.
RM:
You’ll
realize I said we right? I’m for sure my own hero.
(Then
again maybe not.)
Me:
What’s your greatest regret?
RM:
I don’t have regrets. You make a mistake and you learn from it.
People who live with regrets, always looking back, never experience
this big ole world we live in. So nah, I’ve no regrets. I’ve had
major fuck-ups, but I’ve learned a hell of a lot from them.
Me:
Ricky, what sort of music do you enjoy? Favourite song?
Ricky
takes the time to fold his right leg over his knee.
RM:
I
enjoy most genres of music unless the songs are just utter tripe.
Lyrics in songs should have meaning, not just repeats of the same
line over and over again. I mean c’mon, anything with the lyrics
bitches and hoes, is not real music.
Fave
song, easy… Foo Fighters, The Pretender.
Me:
We should get to some of the more important questions, if that’s
okay?
RM:
Sure,
I can’t wait to see what you think are more important questions.
Me:
Marvel or DC? Fave comic book hero?
RM.
(Chuckles) Sweetheart,
you know exactly the right questions to ask. Marvel for sure and you
just have to go with Captain America for that right? I mean, he is
truth, justice and the American way.
Me:
So no point asking if you were TeamCap or TeamIronMan for Civil War?
RM:
#TeamCap for the win.
Me:
(Continuing on with a little geeky smile on my face.) Have you ever
been drunk? What are you like when you stay up all night?
RM:
Haha…stupid
question darling. Hell yeah, I’ve been drunk…you ever tried going
for pints with a werewolf and trying to drink him under the table?
No, those morning afters are not pretty let me tell ya.
I
burst out laughing as the image of Ricky hungover pops into my head.
RM:
So
not funny like. To answer your question, after staying up all night,
I look as handsome as always. You know people pay good money to have
that ‘I just rolled outta bed and look sexy as fudge’ look.
That’s me for damn sure.
Me:
What do you wear to bed? Have you any tattoos or piercings?
RM:
Is this for your personal files babe, or something? Shit just got
personal.
Me:
(Holding up my fingers in the girl guides salute.) I swear these are
questions readers wanted to know! Don’t shoot the messenger.
Both
his eyebrows go up, and his gaze is so intense I feel my cheeks
redden.
RM:
Sure
babe, whatever you say. Answer to first part; sweet FA. And I sure
do, but I ‘aint showing you.
Me:
What really moves you, or touches you to the soul?
RM:
Disney
movies. That shits just heart-breaking. I’m still not over Mufasa’s
death.
Me:
What are you most afraid of?
RM:
Oblivion.
Me:
Pardon? (I’m unsure if I misheard or he just quoted one of my fave
books.)
RM:
Oblivion.
And yes, I have read The Fault in Our Stars… don’t put that in
the interview…you so will won’t you… Donnie’s gonna take the
piss for months now.
Me:
I think female readers of this interview will fall a teeny bit more
in love with you after reading that.
RM:(He
leans forward and winks.) Well,
okay then.
Me:
You work very closely with Agent Derek Doyle and have done so for
many years. What’s it like to work with him, and what’s the worst
thing ye’ve done together?
RM:
D’s
my
boy. He’s lightened up so much over the years, but he’s solid. I
couldn’t ask for a better person to watch my back. (He bounces his
leg on his knee and a mischievous twinkle brightens his eyes.) So
this one time, when we were in Clare- we were undercover and had to
infiltrate a band of motorcycle criminals and D, he –
The
door opens and the gorgeous Derek Doyle pops his head in.
DD:
Finish that story Rick and I’ll tell them what happened with the
stripper in Liverpool.
RM:
Spoilsport.
DD:
Sorry for the interruption Ms. Harris. Carry on.
It’s
all I can do to nod, as I end up on the receiving end of a rare Derek
Doyle smile.
Derek
slaps Ricky on the back of the head and turns to leave.
RM:
Loves
you too honey!
He
looks at me and shrugs.
Me:
We could talk about what happened in Liverpool?
RM:
(Chuckles)
Nice try, next question…
In
my defence, I tried.
I’m
coming close to the end, time running out far too quickly. I’ve
notice in my observation the way Ricky looks at the tech girl
Melanie, but I’m subtle with my last few questions.
Me:
Ricky, would you give a girl flowers or chocolate?
RM:
Neither.
Chocs and flowers are too obvious. I’d sing a song or go old
school. Give a girl a mixtape. Be original; not predictable.
Me:
Describe your ideal mate.
Ricky
takes his time in answering, brushing a stray wisp of hair from his
face. When he does answer though, I totally get the feeling he’s
speaking of someone in particular.
RM:
She’s
gotta be smart and know her own mind. Fiery with a thirst for life.
Loyal and trustworthy. Someone who sees me for who I am, and loves me
regardless. It’s not about being the ideal person for me; it’s
about me being worthy of them.
Me: Ricky, thanks
for answering my questions today. I know they’re kind of personal,
but that’s why I’m here; to get to know you better. One last
question…What is your idea of perfect happiness?
RM:
Perfect
happiness? For me, I guess, good friends, good music, falling in love
with someone who loves me back. Being left alone to be who I am
without any inherited bullshit. To be good police and save some
lives.
I
thank him for his time, shivering as he lifts my outstretched hand
and presses his lips to the back of my hand. Ricky lets go of my
hand, covers those beautiful eyes with his dark shades and with a big
grin strides from the room.
It’s
hard not to fall in love with the enigma that is Ricky Moore. He is
charming, romantic, and has all the right answers. And memorable,
because after leaving the station, heading home and siting down to
type up my interview, I’m still left feeling flushed by the charm.
And those haunting moss green eyes.
