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With ease Teddy managed to draw her back up to her feet. The remnants of her shoes sat lonely on the floor, broken heel and all. But she wasn't even looking at them; her bright eyes were fixated on the person crazy enough to do a backflip in them in the first place. She said she was okay, and Teddy could only hope that was actually true. She'd be hurting tomorrow.
At the question about the damages and their price, Teddy seemed to wave it off without a thought. She reached out, hands pressed to either side of her face to catch her attention completely. "How about this? You let me wear your boots for the rest of the night and we'll call it even." She definitely wasn't about to go barefoot for the rest of the night, however long that lasted.
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It was the best way Emmett could try to voice that she would - somehow - try to pay for the damage she'd done. Though she knew that Teddy had something of a disposable income, she knew that the lawyer cared about her fashion. She couldn't in good nature take her shoes, break one of them, and then blow it off. But with two palms pressed to the sides of her face, it was like any potential damage was written off. A small smile pulled at the corner of her lips - thankful, despite that she wouldn't voice the fact. It was more important that she didn't seem to care too much.
"Deal." Being barefoot didn't bother the mechanic in the least, even if the floor was a little sticky. "Here, let met at least get you another beer." Because one definitely wasn't enough, and she herself needed to refuel. A hand went up to the bartender, who despite bringing Emmett the requested beverages, only shook her head at the ordeal that happened moments before.
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Teddy somehow knew she'd be alright with the deal they struck. She didn't seem to mind her feet on the floor and neither did the bar they were in. She was honestly surprised they didn't get asked to leave due to the disorder. Even with tequila in her veins, she had to assume the worst.
"Oh no, I don't-" She tried, unable to stop the course of events that ended up in a second beer landing in their direction. She didn't even really like the first one; it was an acquired taste she'd never tried to acquire.
"I mean, sure. Now that it's here."
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