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Catching the lawyer's lips, Emmett completely forgot to look at the person she was trying to insure had seen. Instead, her gaze remained on the lawyer in front of her. She slid the glass over to her, eventually letting a laugh fall from her lips. "Was it that bad?" She asked, leaving the remaining contents of the glass to her friend. Her arm remained wrapped around Teddy's shoulders as she motioned to the bartender for another drink for herself, though only this time a beer.
"Best part is that I finally got your number," she grinned, looking down to the phone she had surrendered. "It was just a matter of time before you let me have it anyway, since my number was saved in there already."
"It wasn't good." Teddy replied quickly, easing a hand to the glass they were bound to share. She took a lengthy sip from it, feeling as if she earned the burning liquid her two minutes had bought them.
Thieving her number? Teddy narrowed her eyes on Emmett, but the humoured smile she wore didn't match them. "Savage." She declared, but there wasn't an ounce of seriousness to the accusation. "Now you've ruined my plans to text you in the middle of the night from an unknown number. It was the only way I'd ever admit how I feel about you." Her eyes feigned innocence, like every word she would have offered in her fake belief over their future would have been nice.
Emmett was thankful for a more familiar drink to be placed in front of her; the tequila in her veins was strong by now, and Hennessy wasn't quite to her taste. It better suited the lawyer. She tilted the new glass to her lips, grinning against the cool liquid at the idea of a mysterious number texting her feelings. Honestly, it wouldn't have been the first time it happened - and usually it didn't end well for either party.
"Well you're gonna just have to let me know right here and now." Emmett explained, daring Teddy to humor her. "With your nice shirt and fancy heels. It'll be hard to let you down, I'll say that right now." She looked the lawyer up and down, even in their close proximity. "Why are you wearing heels right now anyway? Let me see those."
"Oh, y'know, it was all about how I thought I'd be the woman to change you. Instead you act like I'm like... Umm.." Teddy pointed over her shoulder idly, "That one back there." Her name already escaped the Brit. In fact, she wasn't even sure she got her name in the first place.
She didn't need to glance down to remind herself what shoes she was wearing. Still, she eased back a fraction and lifted one foot forward a touch. Under the harsh dim light there wasn't much to see, but she offered all the same. "Why wouldn't I wear them?" Teddy asked her instead. If she couldn't wear her usual clothes, she had to hold onto one shred of herself.
As Teddy continued on with the joke, Emmett felt herself trying to suppress a grin, teeth sinking into her lip in order to keep it from spreading. Her hands moved in an instant, pressing to each of Teddy's arms, giving them a little squeeze as she tried to beg for her attention, despite the way she looked down at the immaculate footwear she chose to wear out to a bar. "Don't you say that." Her tone threatened oddly serious. "You are better than anyone else I've ever met. You're the one." Only then did she let her grin break.
"Now give me your shoes. I bet I could do a back-flip in them."
Teddy had to drag her attention back up as quickly as she could to catch Emmett's eyes and do her best to pay attention to what she was saying. Though she was happy to talk about her shoes - which she clearly loved to some degree - it felt as if their conversation turned with a touch of seriousness. Emmett offered more than a mere confidence booster. She actually sounded like she believed all that.
Her own jaw dropped in a moment of clear enough shock, but she let it pass, because they were back to her shoes and even she couldn't look annoyed at that.
"You want me to stand here barefoot?" Teddy asked her, like that was the most important issue here. The laugh she offered then was louder than any she'd given in her time in America. It was funny, and the idea of it all was just so infectiously amusing.
Had Emmett not torn her gaze away so quickly, she might have caught the shocked look on her friend's face, but instead she chose to fixate on footwear. Her mind was now set on it, and she wasn't going to give up despite the way the lawyer laughed. It was a great motivator, though. Immediately, the blonde started to shuffle her own feet, the toe of her boot pressing against the heel as she slid off one of her boots, the second to quickly follow.
Unlike Teddy, this definitely wouldn't have been the first time she'd gone barefoot in a bar, but even she could see how the idea could seem unpleasant to someone so clean. "Here, put on mine." With her toes, she shifted the boots to properly face the lawyer, dead serious.
Boots hit the floor and Emmett's feet hit the floor like it wasn't a big deal. Teddy was cringing at the sight like it was actually her currently suffering. A serious tone cut the laughter from the Brit's mouth as the new shoes faced her like a dare. Two minutes talking to a stranger who hated her friend she could handle. This? This felt like new territory.
"Why not." She offered, reaching a heel back to draw it from her foot. She immediately stepped into the second set on offer before she worked her way out of her second shoe.
She lost the four inches she knew she'd immediately miss, sinking into the boots of her friend. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, they actually fit. Settling the Loubuiton red bottoms on the floor, she glanced towards her again. "That's seven-hundred dollars you're about to step into." She pointed out. No pressure.
Emmett beamed when those words fell from Teddy's mouth. She looked up to the lawyer, grinning more than ever as she stepped out of the heels and into her boots, and again, Emmett found her friend looking better in her articles than she herself did. "I'm not gonna break them or anything." She shook her head in disbelief, about to slip on a pair of shoes that were more expensive than her entire wardrobe put together, but before she could think to, her eyebrows immediately lowered as she stared at the lawyer.
"You're short." She blurted out, not that the blonde could really speak given her own height, but it was absolutely worth pointing out that she was taller than Teddy, though just barely. "Is that why you wear heels all the time? Does being taller give you some sort of boss power?" She stepped into one of the heels, surprised at how well it fit given it wasn't a shoe meant for her. When it lifted her height, she immediately laughed. "Holy shit, it totally does."
Truth be told, Teddy wouldn't care if she did break them. Hell, she could keep the shoes if she wanted. It wasn't as if they were her only pair.
Short? She was reeling at that point. Standing now below the mechanic she always got to tower over a little bit felt strange. And Emmett hit the nail on the head with her assumption.
"First of all, they look amazing." She pointed out. Sure, they didn't suit her, but just about everyone who could take a proper step in them looked awesome. Reaching out, her fingers curled around the beer Emmett had ordered for herself, a quick steal while she was dazzled by her greater heights. "Second, they absolutely are intimidating. I'm officially too scared to tell you I love you." She declared with a quick swig of the drink that she'd never choose for herself.
Even while intoxicated, Emmett had an advantage in her step thanks to her ability. Given she had never properly put on heels before, she did well in them. Though that wasn't to say that she would be so quick to choose them as part of her normal attire, even if it meant a height advantage. The beer slipped from her fingers, and she put in no effort to chase after it. She could always order another, and now she could hold it to the lawyer that she had chosen to take the beverage.
"Does this mean this is the only time I'll have where I'm not scared to say it?" Emmett questioned, taking a couple steps back. She hopped up and down a couple of times, judging her new center of gravity when pushed up four inches higher. "If I land, will you tell me anyway?"
"Only if you find someone who's really worthy." Teddy pointed out. Though, she really could throw those words around anywhere and half the people in this room would go crazy. Leaning against the bar, she watched the way Emmett gave distance, likely to check how she was going in those new shoes. Teddy had already forgotten that she talked about doing a back-flip in them; she'd assumed that was another joke.
But she must have been serious, because she was bringing it up again. She shrugged her shoulders, pursing her lips and daring not to give a single thing away. "You'll have to do it and find out." She declared.
Emmett's eyebrows shot up a little at the idea of finding someone worthy, like she just wanted to hear the mechanic say it'd only be her. Instead, she laughed, checking the space around them to make sure that she had enough room around them. A single finger pointed at the lawyer, "I'm taking that as a yes, so prepare your confession."
Another little jump and she felt confident that these name brand shoes would be easy to land in. Intoxicated or not, Emmett was overconfident. She jumped up, able to hurl her body backwards and get her feet beneath her again. At the sound of a crack, she was suddenly with her back to the floor. "Augh, fuck." When she looked down, one of the heels had snapped upon the brute landing she took.
Without a word, Teddy eased the bottle in her hand in her direction. Cheers to her; if she actually managed to pull this off, she'd easily have her words without resistance. She just had to earn them first.
Watching anyone do a backflip with no running start was impressive enough. Doing it in heels - especially when unfamiliar with them - was incredible. When her feet hit the floor again Teddy registered the God awful cracking sound that she unfortunately knew too well. Her counterpart hit the floor.
"Shit." She swore instinctively, reaching out her free hand to offer it to Emmett instantly; "That wasn't your ankle too, was it?"
Fortunately, the mechanic didn't hurt herself too badly. Though given the price of those shoes, it might have been cheaper to break an ankle. With a swear and a hand offered to her, Emmett grabbed hold of it, peeling herself off the floor and coming back onto her feet. The heels were instantly off the moment she could remove them. "Nah, I'm okay." Her biggest bruise was that of her ego.
Still, she found it in herself to laugh. "So no love, then?" She joked, bending down to pick up the damaged footwear. "How much did you say these were again?"
