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Emmett had to try and call Alice's bluff - if it was a bluff. She never really knew with the brunette, and as just a bit of snow had fallen against her skin Emmett clenched her jaw, a seething sound escaping her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. She tried her best to push back against the sensation of ice against her skin, but the mechanic failed, quickly pushing herself up and onto her feet, hands trying to brush off what was against her skin.
"Oi, you are dirty." She was still laughing though, looking down at Alice now abandoned in the snow bank. Within the next moment, she was offering her a hand to help get up. "I'll call that your win. For now." There was always the possibility that something could change later in their adventure.
It seemed having her property stolen was far better than Emmett could have realized. It was still unfortunate that any of this happened at all, but the mechanic was glad that there was now some sort of lead. She took the phone back, glancing at the picture again before holding it up to the lawyer, a finger pointing to the second person. "That's my mum," she smiled, before pocketing her phone. It felt like a necessary detail for some reason.
It was a little bit of peace, because it wasn't long for her to start looking around at the garage at all. That buildup of distress came over her again, and she was quick to look for a distraction in the form of the sleek black car her eyes landed on. "If you have anything wrong with that, let me know, 'kay?" She tilted her head up towards the vehicle. This woman was her lifeline right now. The least she could do was repair her car if it was ever needed.
When she had taken a step backwards, Emmett hadn't expected it to be several. A sharp inhale pierced her lungs as she felt her back hit the opposing counter; it hadn't hurt, but it surprised her to relinquish control. Not that she complained by any means. Cool air hit her chest when she rid the final layer of her top, hands pressing to the small of her back, tracing up the length of her spine. There was that natural urge to fight back that itched in her veins, but a single whisper had her attention in full.
She couldn't even speak. Instead, there was a rough jerk of her head to direct them down a small hallway towards the right. Only then did she push back, stepping forward if only to guide them into the bedroom. The door was already open, and inside there was disarray - clothes hanging from the hamper and an unkempt bed. She supposed it might have looked a little different if she had expected this woman to step into her garage.
Distraction caught her by surprise as the mechanic tripped over her own boot as she tried to kick it off. In a normal situation, she would have never found herself so clumsy, but the knowledge she was falling on a mattress kept her from trying to prevent the fall at all.
Quick hands were fast to remove the first barrier left between them. She was lucky not to tear the fabric with her own impatience. Once it was off, it was quickly discarded without a care where it landed in her kitchen. It seemed that there was no time to waste, either, because her own top was just as quickly removed. Though it was a thin layer, Emmett was glad she was freed of it. Using her feet as leverage, she pressed herself against the woman she pinned to the fridge, and with fair treatment, her head ducked down, catching soft skin with her teeth.
The thought to move them over towards the bedroom crossed her mind, though it was brief, because skin to skin contact burned brighter than her hair, and breathing was quickly becoming a chore. It was a conflict that pulled her in multiple directions. Every point of contact deserved to be savored, but there was only so long her willpower allowed her to linger on the precipice of the inevitable.
So she stepped back, sure to keep her counterpart close as she peeled them away from the fridge, only long enough to reach for the clasp between her shoulder blades.
It was so like April to just like people. The mechanic grinned at the sweetness in her reply, and it only grew when she felt the peck of a kiss against her cheek, exhaling a little laugh. Once there was a steady beat on the radio, her drumming matched the tempo against the steering wheel. The description of a spaz had Emmett glancing over to her friend. She related to the restlessness of similarity - how it was so much more exhilarating to find something new in a world where falling into a routine was so easy. Or maybe it was fear of losing that familiarity that she chose just not to find it instead.
But not her. Not with friends. Those were for as long as she could hold onto them for. Company was always welcome. "Hey, thanks." Emmett said, what seemed like out of the blue, staring forward towards the road. "I think I definitely needed this."
It was great - how they fell back to being children again so easily. That nickname hit Emmett's ears, and she beamed. Nobody really called her that anymore - it sort of fell away when she moved away from Bellefonte - away from all of her friends. It hadn't been a choice she regretted, but now that she was in good company again, the mechanic felt that possibly she did miss her old high school.
... And then the hem of her shirt started to shift upwards. Emmett grinned wildly, letting another set of laughter pour out of her as she pressed a hand down on either side of Alice's head, uncaring - at least for now - of the way the cold stung her hands. There was no attempt to push her clothing down. It was like a game of chicken, and Emmett was often the one stupid enough go all or nothing.
Instead, she leaned down to get her face as close as she could to her friend's, eyebrows quirking upwards as she threatened to close any distance. "In public, really?" She teased.
Within moments, it seemed as if the lawyer was completely into business mode. Emmett stood nearby, watching the way the woman worked. Eyebrows rose slowly, keeping her feet planted where they were as she took steps around, giving details of Emmett's jersey that she herself hadn't even noticed. Beer stain? Well, it likely wasn't untrue. Who doesn't have a couple at a game, anyway? She leaned back on her heels, hands shoving into her pockets as she waited.
But it wasn't long before she was referenced to, and Emmett wore a grin just at the idea of being a little useful, even if the lawyer had gotten almost all of the details correct herself. "It's a medium in mens." She offered, which was why it was too large for her. The stadium hadn't even carried women's jerseys at that time, or apparently smalls. "No other marks though." That she could think of, at least.
The moment a set of welcome legs held themselves against Emmett's waist, she began to move. Her ability gave her the advantage of clever, careful footing, but she could only do so much when distraction pressed to her lips and tangled in her hair. A wicked grin took over her features, even if it was hidden by such close proximity, she was sure the bright-haired girl could catch it. Each kiss she caught that intensity, matching it with quickly escalating heat. Her hands tightened around the legs she held, because she couldn't drop her, but also because she couldn't hold onto anything else.
She knew her garage well enough to navigate it without her full attention, and she was lucky for that. The moment teeth sunk into her skin, Emmett's lips parted as a sound erupted from her throat - and it certainly wasn't bad.
They had at least made it to the top of the steps to the door of her apartment, and a single hand left Deb's form, despite all protest against it, to open the unlocked door. She didn't bother closing it behind her as it lead into the kitchen. Any willpower the mechanic held was rapidly draining - the bedroom was only a couple rooms over, but she pressed her back against the nearest hard surface - which happened to be the refrigerator - before finally letting go, hands filtering upwards towards the hem of the shirt she desperately needed to be gone.
Sentimental attacks. Her jaw clenched at the stupidity of it, mostly because it was effective. It irked the mechanic that someone had her jersey just because they could. Fortunately, she hadn't the time to simmer on the anger that would have inevitably burst had she not had company. Instead she reached into her own pocket, pulling out her own phone. "Oh, yeah." It took her a few moments, but she then turned the phone in the lawyer'd direction. The picture shown was of Emmett herself wearing it the oversized jersey, taking a selfie with another woman, older than herself, as they sat in the stadium. Emmett's grin was far bigger than the meek smile the other person wore.
She handed the phone over to Teddy before shuffling towards one of the remaining upright shelves. There, papers were stacked, held down with a wrench. Possibly not the safest place to store police documents, but the mechanic didn't consider it. "Uh, okay, I think I have it here." She returned back with the papers.
A tear could be mended; that particular jersey wasn't of actual value other than the emotional one Emmett placed on it. That, she could live with. What brought a frown to the mechanic's features was the news that the last seemed to be missing all together. Her eyebrows lowered as her own gaze gave another scan of the room. From her own perspective, it was nowhere to be seen, and Emmett let out a little groan.
"Why would someone take something like that?" She asked genuinely, wondering if the lawyer had any sort of insight. "It wasn't even signed. I mean, I don't even think it's really worth that much."
Her nose crinkled as she took the women's jersey into her hands, thumbs rubbing over the fabric. "It was the first Kings game I went to. I hung it up 'cause it was too big, and they were sold out of ones that fit me but I wanted to get one anyway." It was a good memory. "I accidentally got grease on the elbow, too." Out of the three, it had been in the worst shape.
If Emmett ever ended up at a club, it was usually because she followed April into one. Making a preference on one from the other was beyond her expertise, in part because she wasn't much of a dancer. It was easy to move to a beat, but to make it look good was entirely different. She grinned at the thought of joining her, though, hand returning to the wheel as her thumbs drummed against it. "Who knew you'd be into nerds." Emmett mused with little laugh, but the statement wasn't intended to offend.
As per the directions called for, she took a left turn at the lights, her left foot pressing the accelerator to help with the small hill they climbed up. "I get that though. I mean the going to different places thing." It was great to find a bar you liked, but something better about not being a regular someplace.
Her attention had been drawn to the floor, still in search of any sign of the two remaining jersey's, but when an accent called out the details of the power play that brought the Canadian women's hockey team home with their fourth consecutive gold metal, her eyes shot upwards. And there it was. The mechanic grinned, in part because she hadn't expected the lawyer to know such details - especially considering she wasn't from either of the participating teams for gold.
"That was such a good game." Emmett beamed, stepping over glass and tools as she moved closer towards Teddy. Her fingertips brushed the bottom of the jersey. There was a small tear in the arm, but nothing of significant damage. "Probably the best in Olympic history." Again, biased.
Although her ability gave her extreme reflexes, Emmett knew she stood no chance against someone with telekinesis. She could try to dodge, but a snowball could easily follow her path. Charging forward was her best option. Her arms wrapped around the brunettes waist, hauling her into a pile of snow and having no shame about landing right on top of her. Emmett was already covered as it was, a little extra wouldn't hurt if it meant guaranteed victory.
A loud laugh burst from the mechanic at the name she was referred to, being completely unscathed it. She was too busy relishing her win. She had a leg on either side of Alice's hips, and she didn't care if either of them got soaked from the snow. She wasn't moving yet.
"Don't pick a fight you can't win, Campbell." Emmett laughed.
Alex was shooting off answers and questions left and right, and Emmett did well to keep up. She was familiar with the fast pace in which her friend spoke, having gotten used to it years ago. It was great that Sam was getting out more - at least the mechanic believed so. There was protection from the outside world, but how the poor boy spent his development years couldn't have been good for when he would eventually have to go out. So she smiled and nodded. "You got this. You both do." Emmett managed to squeeze in between Alex's sentences.
But the question turned towards the mechanic, bringing a harsh laugh out of her lips before she tilted the bottle back and nearly finished the beer she had just started. "My garage is fucking trashed." Her jaw clenched at the thought of how much she'd been cleaning up this past few days. At least bright red paint no longer stained the bay doors. At the thought alone, she nodded to the bartender. Two jack and cokes. "I guess it's classified as a hate crime. Whoever it was tore apart my whole shop." Fuck, it sucked.
Emmett let out a long breath, forcing her irritation over her situation to something more positive. "But speakin' of characters. I have the hottest lawyer. I mean -" she lifted the bottle to her face, finishing it off. "Damn."
Of course there wasn't another person of the same sex of herself here to watch the game. Emmett shrugged, cradling her beer as she leaned back. Dark eyes glanced towards the set of billiards tables, then to the television, and finally to the crowd of sweaty men that surrounded the two women. She lifted her own bottle to her lips, tasting the bitter liquid slosh in her mouth as she took a gulp.
"Mind if I join you?" Emmett practically invited herself over. She could watch from afar. The televisions were large enough and she'd been knocked around enough all night by space greedy dudes that she could use the little bit of extra space. Waving to the bartender, she asked for an extra beer just so she wouldn't have to make her way back to the bar when she finished the one she already had.
