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Surprisingly, since her shop had been vandalized and she talked to that reporter, business had been up. As crap as this city could be at times, there was a sense if support. Emmett was even considering hiring someone to help take on the new workload.
Because when someone came in, she was nose first into an engine and couldn't hear them over the sound of 90s punk playing in the background, even if it wasn't all that loud. The tap on her shoulder made her jump, quickly hauling her hands out from the car and turning. She was only startled for a moment, but quick to try and make a recovery.
An instant grin took over the mechanic, though far different than the one she usually wore in a bar as she reached for a red rag, wiping her oil covered hands. It wasn't the first time someone's come to her shop with a car broken down the road. "Hey, yeah. That's no prob." She nodded, "Any idea what's going on with it?"
Emmett took the silence as an agreement - if anything, she chose the right bottle of wine by the way Teddy so easily took a sip from it. Likely because she took it from the lawyer's own stock. Regardless, she considered it a win over anything else that her friend had done that night, and that was enough for the mechanic.
A laugh escaped Emmett easily as she finally shifted her head away from the shoulder it rested on. Called out and absolutely right about it, she grinned at Teddy, eyebrows raising as she reached for the beer she favored. "So what does this mean about Natalie?" It wasn't much of a surprise that Emmett was heavily invested in the lawyer's love life, given that her own was lacking anything that lasted more than a night. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she had no shame in that fact.
At least the trek wasn't far, and there was more than enough to catch up on while they walked towards the closest sports bar. She kept the brunette close, grinning as she explained that she had no idea what to do once school was done. Emmett was lucky to have found her passion early in life. "Well you better be staying here," the mechanic joked easily, letting out a little laugh. Though, she really couldn't blame Alex if she left; once Emmett had graduated high school, she was quick to leave Montana. It was a lucky coincidence that Bellefonte moved to her home state, and even the city she chose to settle down in, otherwise she might not have seen Alex again.
"I mean, you and Sam are gonna do great though." There was confidence in her tone, because if anything, Alex was stubborn enough to not let anything get her too down and Sam would follow.
There was a confidence that Teddy carried in Olivia that Emmett couldn't see - maybe it was because the lawyer spent more time with her than Emmett ever would, but her shoulders shrugged. She even laughed at the idea of Olivia not being nervous. From the few interactions she had with the paralegal, it seemed like it was just a major part of her personality.
"I'm glad you had a good time." And really, she meant it, despite any outward opinions she had on Olivia. "But I bet whatever it was you guys cooked up isn't as good as this pizza." Emmett was instantly grinning again, but still couldn't bear to lift her head from its new place of comfort.
Though she was to close to really see, Emmett could practically hear the smile that her friend wore. The mechanic couldn't quite understand it herself, but she also never went on a second date in her life. Let alone with someone so new to this life. But Teddy was different, and despite her better judgement, she wanted to support the idea that the lawyer liked Olivia, even if it seemed a bit absurd.
"Just make sure this isn't some weird bicurious thing she's going through." Because at the very least, she didn't want her to get hurt.
An arm draped over Teddy's shoulders and she let out a sigh. "What do you even do at a cooking class?"
As Emmett ate, she listened to how the girl apparently gained some perspective. Really, it was a bit of a relief to hear, even if she was slow to change her opinion on her. She felt the twitch of her nose at the idea of them going on a second date, but she chose not to be too critical, because it wasn't what mattered. Not completely at least.
"And would you do it again if she asked?" She questioned, head tilting a bit to the side as she put her pizza down, going as far as resting her chin on the lawyer's shoulder.
A bar really was the best place to start, if only because it was all anyone in this city seemed to do. Emmett's lips scrunched to the side, eyebrows quirking up at her friend as she found humor in the play on words. Slowly, it drew a grin out of her before she gave the brunette a firm pat on the back. "Well, we could at least hit up some sports bars." Given the person responsible had stolen a jersey of all things, it wouldn't really be a surprise to see him turn up at a bar.
"We'll see where that gets us, but there isn't a game on tonight." Otherwise she herself would be watching it. "C'mon." An arm wrapped around Alex's shoulders as she started to lead them down the street. "It's only a few blocks." And the cold air would likely be good for them. "Tell me what's up. How's classes and shit?"
Admittedly, part of Emmett wanted to hear how the night had floundered. To the girl who never went on a date and ended up in separate beds, she even expected it to be so. But a hand to her shoulder did well to shake her confidence, eyebrows raising as her friend sounded almost sorry over the fact. Or maybe that was more for the mechanic than anyone else.
"Hey, I mean if you had a good time that's cool." She shrugged her shoulders. There was a clear cut opinion of the paralegal, and it wasn't entirely good after hearing the details of a confession. If it could properly be called that. "So what happened? Did she finally figure out the mystery of what it means to be gay?" She asked, taking another bite of pizza.
As the drink was taken from her hand, Emmett grinned. She figured that the lawyer would be wanting something when she came through the door. Apparently the decision was right, and with free hands, she was hauling a couple slices of cheesy pizza onto some paper plates. One was set onto the table for Teddy, while the other she took a bite into. It'd been taunting her for the last ten minutes since it had arrived, though she couldn't complain, considering it was pretty good timing between the delivery and Teddy's arrival.
A laugh escaped her at the idea of running into Olivia in the apartment. "I'd take the stairs in case she'd run to the elevator." Because by no means would she want to be stuck with the paralegal down an enclosed space for eleven floors.
It was - admittedly - a little bit enjoyable to see that her friend had grown used to her presence to the point where it wasn't often a surprise to find her already there. Even better was the nickname that Emmett doubted anyone would use to describe her. She beamed.
Arms dropping, Emmett immediately went for the wine she had waiting for the lawyer. Popping off to cork, she gave a generous pour into the glass as Teddy removed her jacket. "But you didn't." Emmett thought pointing out the obvious fact was more important than the real argument she had in store. "And I'm gonna say you'd assume I'd be here and texted me." Her own logic was flawless to her as she opened up the pizza box, revealing the goodness inside.
"And." Already moving on, she gestured to the display she had out for Teddy. "Now you get to come home to wine and cheese."
Thanks to the key that was in her possession, Emmett was already in Teddy's apartment before she was home. She'd already been there for hours, but the pizza on the coffee table was freshly delivered and untouched despite the enticing smell that tempted the blonde to break into it. Instead, she pressed her lips to the bottle of a beer, choosing her favored beverage while having a bottle of wine that was already in the kitchen set out with a glass.
She leaned back against the couch cushions, hazel eyes fixated on the game in front of her. It wasn't even her team, but it was something to watch at least while she was passing the time. She was quick to realize that Teddy's movie collection was seriously lacking. Really, she was a little surprised the woman had a television at all.
At the sound of the lock turning, Emmett sat up straight, a grin immediately appearing on her face as she spread her arms out. The moment the door cracked open, she was already talking. "Welcome home!"
The moment Alex stood, Emmett was quickly aware that of the two, her friend was the more intoxicated one. She immediately put a hand on the brunette's back, keeping her steady as they started for the exit. At the very least, some cooler air would do them both a little good if they wanted to scheme revenge. "He took the first Gretzky jersey I ever got." Emmett explained, exhaling as she caught sight of her breath in the winter air. "It's the only fucking evidence they found." And the police had searched thoroughly.
"Where do you think we should start with that?" Emmett asked, curious as to where her friend's mind was going.
[Emmett 8:00 PM] out! like i was never there [Emmett 8:00 PM] let me know after your done if we're still gonna do breakfast. think she'll stay the night?
