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[Emmett 7:40 PM] I was planning on crashing at your place tonight but wont cause you should bring her home [Emmett 7:40 PM] im actually here now so ill just leave
[Emmett 7:30 PM] wtf another one right off the boat [Emmett 7:31 PM] do you just attract girls who dont know anything or what [Emmett 7:31 PM] like is that a skill set you have
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.
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?"
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.
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?"
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."
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.
An agreement, and they were immediately off. Emmett gave a nod, hands wrapping around a pool cue as she used it to lean against and support her weight. Nothing like a little competition, and her eyebrows shot up as the balls scattered across the green surface. The sound of a ball sinking into the pocket caught her attention. "Off to a good start," she commented lazily, hazel eyes glancing towards the television briefly to insure she hadn't missed anything in the game she was more invested in.
When she looked back, she let her gaze linger a little longer on the form playing in front of her. "I'm Emmett, by the way." She introduced herself before the girl could line up for her next shot.
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."
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."
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."
