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It would have been extremely stupid for anyone to have taken the jersey she held in her hands. It was by far the most valuable out of the three, and would have been hard to hide a trail if they wanted to sell it. Even if it could have helped catch the person that vandalized her home, she was thankful this particular one was there and in tact. She carefully folded it in half, setting it aside. "I have another Kings one, and it's black and white like that one," she gestured to the Gretzky jersey. "And the other one is red with white - it's the women's Canadian Olympic jersey from fourteen." Such a good game; Emmett knew a skilled team when she saw one, and Canada had it in her bag, preferring them over her own country.
One would think either of those colors would stand out, but the mechanic struggled to see through the mess. In part, because it was her mess to deal with. The sight of her disheveled garage still pained her greatly. She tried to keep smiling.
A direct hit. Yes! Emmett grinned widely at the impact of snow against Alice's form, a fist flying into the air in excitement. "Bring it!" She yelled out, daring her for a challenge. She was completely unaware of any possible repercussions, thanks to her competitive nature and blooming ego.
Using the time offered to her, Emmett tried her best to find cover behind a tree, but there wasn't much room. Still, she scooped as many snowballs together as she could in the moment, only managing about three before a warning rang in her ears. The mechanic laughed loudly, sticking her head out from behind cover to taunt her opponent. Only then did she realize the mistake of her actions.
All six snowballs pelted her, drawing another laugh out of the mechanic. She was covered in snow, but it was still so much fun. Taking hold of her two snowballs, Emmett brought herself to her feet and started running for Alice, tossing them towards her, but had another plan now. She charged at the telekinetic, fully intent on throwing her into the snow, even if she brought Emmett down with her. It was just a matter of if her timing was right.
The mechanic smiled with comfort when the lawyer complied so willingly. It only took a moment for Emmett to start for the door, gesturing back to the drink. "You can take that with you if you're not done. I don't care if drinks are down there." It would be cruel to offer a coffee and not let the woman finish it, and she likely had half a dozen coffee mugs hanging around the garage from her own caffeine obsession.
Quick footing brought them down the steps from her home and into her garage. Nothing had the chance to be picked up yet, and Emmett made sure to tread with care as she stepped around the tools strewn across the floor. "I had three of them on the walls." Emmett explained, walking over towards the first one she caught sight of. A quick sigh of relief escaped her lips, fingers curling around the fabric as she held it up, shaking off a few shards of glass from where it was framed. Inspection proved it wasn't damaged. "Wayne Gretzky," Emmett held it up to insure the lawyer could see. "Greatest player of all time." In her horribly biased opinion. "You know much about hockey?"
Emmett considered the offer an open invite, even if it might not be easier to have a physical presence, Emmett liked the idea of having it as an option. She hasn't caught any sign of concern, because for the mechanic there was no need. The worst had been done, and although it was far from over, she couldn't think of how this would get worse. Unless someone did steal one of the many jerseys she didn't think to check when going over possessions with the cops. That would be hard to get over.
"Hey. Sorry. I know I like, just brought you up here but is it cool if I look through my jerseys back in the garage?" She pushed herself away from the counter. It was weird asking permission to move about her own home, or to apologize for it. "Cause that could be like a lead or something, right? I mean not that I want my shit stolen but-" She cut herself off.
She had been running a little late; the car that she had promised to be done today had given her a bit of trouble, but the mechanic stuck through it until the end, and the owner was happily riding it home without too much of a delay. She had tried to message Alex but it came as no use, so she got changed as quickly as she could, swapping her dirty band shirt for a slightly less oil stained on. Within minutes, she was on the road and headed towards the bar. After the struggle she had getting that timing belt changed, she was glad to be going in a direction that involved beer.
Emmett had only just walked in, and she was already called over to. The familiar face brought a grin to the mechanic's features as she raised her hand to acknowledge her friend. Quick steps brought her to her, and she plopped down on the stool. From the sounds of it, Alex had been throwing back drinks the whole time Emmett had been missing, and the blonde gave a laugh for that, reaching for the bottle she assumed to be hers.
"It's been a while, eh?" Emmett agreed, pressing her lips to the bottle and taking a swig. "What the fuck have you been up to, Harper?"
Usually crowds didn't get so worked up about hockey, or at least not nearly as much as people cared about football. But there was a decent crowd at the bar tonight, somewhere between the pool tables and the bar itself. Emmett had squeezed herself in early, wanting a good seat to catch a game and a few beers. She held her ground as the space got more crowded, fighting off the burly men that believed they were more interested in the sport than Stagfort's biggest Kings fan.
With the first period down, Emmett quickly ordered another beer for herself, taking a gulp before setting the dark brown glass to the counter, forearms pressed against the hard surface as someone pressed up against her side. She let out a groan, tired of having to shove guys away from the spot she claimed fairly, but when she turned to give a piece of her mind, she found it was not some gross dude.
"You watchin'?" Emmett asked, gesturing to the TV with the tip of her beer bottle.
Curious, dark eyes watched from behind her mug as the lawyer's eyebrows shot up, and her own mimicked the action once a particular teasing statement escaped her lips. Emmett had been called a great deal of things, but she couldn't recall the last time she'd been referred to as cute - at least not to her face. It was unexpected, especially from her lawyer, though the mechanic found no complaints in it. She was grinning.
It was comforting to see how on board she was to help bring this case to a positive end, and Emmett gave a firm nod in agreement. "Not even for a second," she confirmed, setting her now empty coffee mug down on the counter. She genuinely meant it, too. Emmett doubted she could get very far without her on her side.
"What if I... had a question or something. Would it be just as easy to come into the office?"
She watched with interest. The lawyer's handwriting was far neater than anything Emmett could write out, even if she took her time. She caught sight of digits as an explanation hit the air, and it took the mechanic by surprise. She had the number of the law firm, and could have easily found a way to get into direct contact with Teddy, but this cut out any middle work whatsoever.
After the paper was pinned to the fridge, Emmett brought her gaze back to the lawyer, immediately catching those bright blue eyes. It was hard to hold them, but Emmett couldn't imagine looking away, either, so she held through it.
"Will do, boss." It felt like an appropriate title for the person that was in charge of putting her simple life back together. She took hold of her mug, gesturing it into the air for a moment before taking another gulp.
The cold didn't really bother Emmett - she had grown used to being in the constant state of overcast the Oregon coast was since she was a child. Winters weren't horrible, but they still had snow, and every year, the mechanic still got excited about it. She buttoned up her jacket as they got outside, grinning at the way Alice spun in the winter weather. It was like they were teenagers again.
A laugh escaped her throat at the answer provided, but Emmett offered no argument to the idea of attempting to do everything. The snow crunched beneath her shoes as she followed Alice away from the bar for a few steps.
But then the suggestion of a snowball fight immediately put the mechanic into action. She had quick reflexes and agility on her side thanks to her ability, and it was only a matter of seconds before she had a perfectly formed snowball in the palm of her hand. In the next moment, it was flying through the air in Alice's direction.
Focused on some article about a new restaurant, the mechanic wasn't paying any attention to the girl she shared a table with. Her mind wandered elsewhere to different people and places, only brought back to the coffee shop by the warm coffee she cupped in a single hand. ...And then the clear smell of cigarette smoke. Eyebrows furrowed as she drew her gaze up from her magazine, glancing around to see who the hell thought it'd be a good idea to light one up in a coffee shop.
Of course it was this girl with an attitude problem she sat across from. Emmett let out a small groan. "Oi, you know you can't do that here." It wasn't a question whether or not if she knew, because it was common sense, but when her eyes flicked down towards the headphones she wore, Emmett figured the girl couldn't hear her anyway.
So instead, with the aid of her ability, Emmett reached forward in an attempt to snatch the cigarette right out of her mouth, and if she were to grab it, it would be tossed directly into the girl's coffee to put it out.
She wanted to catch those thoughts that ran through her mind - to be sure that there was a mutual agreement in the thought process that brought them her. Because Emmett was quick to move forward, but only in the right context. This very much felt like the right context, because a heated kiss against her lips send her mind reeling, and it was just as much a confirmation as the words that followed.
And then there was a challenge. A dare, even. This girl was still a stranger in the most basic way, but she certainly knew how to get a reaction out of the mechanic. With aid of an ability that offered quick reflexes, and the strength that came with such a physically demanding job, Emmett's hand's filtered down the length of Deb's form to her legs. Clever hands looped around the back of her thighs - and if she allowed it, the mechanic lifted her high enough to take her feet off the ground, legs around Emmett's waist.
When a Lexus and dark shades pulled up to the garage, Emmett had expected someone completely collected and cold to be handling her business. As the lawyer smiled, the mechanic realized just how wrong she had been. Certainly collected, Teddy had a warmth in those bright eyes that Emmett couldn't help but to appreciate.
Her palms were flat against the mug, continuing to fiddle as she rocked her beverage slightly in her hands. Another laugh erupted from her throat at the idea of success and failure, though she wasn't sure why she found it funny. For all she knew this very professional looking woman could be a terrible lawyer - she really didn't know her, but she was told she was the person to turn to, so Emmett had to trust that.
"Sure, yeah." The blonde set her mug down and pulled open a drawer filled with odds and ends. A pad of paper was easy to find, but it took a few attempts to source a working pen. The first two she reached for, Emmett scribbled on the pad to find they ran out of ink; the third attempt, blue ink ran easily against the paper. She turned, offering her both. "Here," she said, wondering what it was needed for.
With one mug handed off, Emmett reached for the second. Both her hands wrapped around the warm ceramic as she brought it close to her nose; the aroma of freshly brewed coffee was just as good as the taste, but it hadn't taken her long before she took a sip of her herself. With the mug still against her mouth, she raised her eyebrows. Lucky? There was a hint of a grin that she kept hidden, only bringing her coffee down when she had her facial muscles under more control.
"Oh, I do." Emmett declared, leaning back against the counter. "Does that mean I shouldn't expect this as normal treatment?"
Emmett wasn't sure the answer she was expecting, but the one she was given was so genuine that it brought a small smile to her lips as she poured coffee into the mugs. She never expected to meet a lawyer that cared so much about human rights. Especially to find one that was helping her.
"Its weird that we're so behind on this shit." Emmett mumbled, unaware of the set of eyes on her as she started to fill the second.
She set the coffee pot aside, holding a mug out towards the lawyer. "You're passionate. Glad I'm on your side."
Her eyes trailed down the length of the lawyer to her hands, watching as stubborn grease slowly worked itself off of her skin. She was right - it didn't suit her to be around such a mess. Emmett looked to her own hands. She just had to have changed the oil in her mum's car before leaving this morning, didn't she?
"So why are you here?" Emmett turned towards the sink, twisting on the faucets to scrub her own hands - something she probably should have done before she made them coffee. "I mean, not here in my place, but you're from England or something, right?" The accent was a dead giveaway. "What brings you to Oregon?"
Hands clean, Emmett grabbed the coffee pot, taking steps towards the lawyer and the mugs she had secured.
