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Not a sports bar, then. Teddy looked surprised, mainly because it was the only place she imagined Emmett going. That was, until she kept talking. Surprise melted away and she had to leave instead.
Getting Emmett to talk was easier than she thought it would be. "I can't believe you gave that reveal up so easily." Not that she was complaining, of course.
"You better not meet someone and ditch me." She started then, because it felt like a genuine concern given the bombarding texts she'd gotten the other night. And then she looked even more concerned, raising a hand and pointing to her; "You're going to make me wear flannel, aren't you." It might have been a stereotype, but it wasn't a wrong stereotype.
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Anyone else, and she wouldn't have cared whether they knew or not. Maybe it was just the lawyer's overpowering presence that could get Emmett to talk. Or maybe she really just didn't want her showing up to a gay bar in a power suit. "I pitied you." She decided to go with instead.
A wide grin spread across her features, because that question drew a loud laugh out of the blonde. "I'll bring you a shirt if you don't own one," Emmett replied. She let it sit for a moment. "Tell me you got one though, cause that's like... a requirement for us."
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Leaning against the edge of the desk, Teddy settled the plastic cup down before she started eating. The temptation to laugh over everything she said was so high that she needed to busy herself. That and she very nearly considered drinking half the bottle then and there.
The prospect of a specifically printed shirt sitting in her wardrobe had to be a joke. "What do you think?" Teddy asked her instead, chuckling to herself with a pointed stab of her fork.
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Emmett watched as the realization set in. She reached for the plastic cup, downing about half the contents in a large gulp. "Jesus. That's like the flag of our people." Still, she found amusment in it all as she shook her head.
"Overalls and a flannel. You're gonna be getting a care package soon." Emmett was absolutely going to at least unsure that Teddy owned a flannel shirt. "I can pick you up."
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Teddy made a mental not not to comment on how she wasted her choice of red wine. That was another argument for another day.
Besides, she was too busy thinking of how to best deflect this apparent care package. "I can't wait. Please, make sure they deliver it to the office." Teddy practically pleaded. She could only imagine what else Emmett would give her; She sincerely hoped an oversized flag wouldn't be part of it.
"I'll pick you up. Since I'm sure you have no interest in driving home." It seemed much easier that way.
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Oh, now she was asking for it. "Anything for my girlfriend." Emmett teased, happy to wear the nonexistent title if only to poke fun at the lawyer. She continued into the food.
"You won't want to drive either," Emmett pointed out easily. "We could just take an uber. Or do you just not want me knowing where you live?"
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Teddy used the suggestion to test the waters over just what she intended to do tonight. She wanted no designated driver, it seemed, and the understanding had her grinning past the fork pressed between her lips. She eased it back for the sake of their conversation.
"Unfortunately, no one gets that privledge." She didn't even have her other phone number yet. Compared to that, an address was like the proverbial golden ticket. But it was a lie. One person in the building knew where she lived. Assistant privledge only. "But I already have yours. So it's easier that way."
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She figured it couldn't have been that easy, but it was certainly worth the shot. The mechanic smirked at the threat of a grin from the woman though. She was curious how the night would turn out.
"Alright, then you're paying for the ride." Emmett denoted quickly, pointing her fork at the lawyer. "I'll get the first round."
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