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When her gaze landed on the person that had apparently bought them their next round, Emmett offered the best smile she could, it was the best thanks she could think to offer, even if it was for something neither herself nor her friend asked for. Rather than downing the shot so soon after the one she had only just taken, her attention snapped back to Teddy, eyebrows quirking up at the explanation given. It might have sounded cold, were it not for the fact that the mechanic found it hilarious.
"Tell me you repped the other side." Because that would be too good. "Or like, was it such a ridiculous case that it didn't matter?" It surely sounded like Teddy had the power to pick and choose what was worth her time, and maybe an easy win would be too boring. "Maybe you could have used just 'cause against him and won."
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Hey guys. I'm currently on vacation, and I thought I would be able to handle posting/time change/vacation all at once but it is a lot more difficult to juggle than I planned. I will be back around Tuesday the 13th.
Cheers.
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When she removed her hand from the lawyer's shoulder, a curious eye turned to those around them. Teddy could hold down a place like no other. She really hadn't expected a small crowd to linger around them, but then again, the simple town of Stagfort hadn't seen anyone like her before.
Emmett snorted at the story, her mouth quickly opening to allow for a laugh. "What the fuck?" Of course some idiot would try to use religion as an excuse not to pay off a debt. They used Jesus as an excuse to do anything else they wanted. "How do you argue with an idiot like that?"
But before her question could be answered, two more shot glasses were placed in front of them. When Emmett looked at the bartender, a finger pointed down the length of the bar to another interested party.
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Emmett learned very quickly that she should always bring Teddy to bars with her - especially this one. The mechanic lifted a small glass to her lips, throwing her head back as she quickly downed the golden liquid inside. Once the glass slammed to the counter, she reached for a slice of lime, biting down on it to help chase the hard taste of tequila. It was the fourth shot so far that evening, none of which she or her companion paid for. Her flushed cheeks gave away her state of mind; things were feeling good. Great.
It was smart that neither of them drove.
She shook her head, blonde hair falling around her face, but her grin could still be seen from across the room. It was if someone noticed a trend and the bar wanted to keep it going, but there wouldn't be a sound of complaint passing Emmett's mouth.
"It's the flannel, I'm telling you." The mechanic put a palm against Teddy's shoulder, fingers pinching the plaid fabric lightly. She wore it well; far better than Emmett ever could. The lawyer could wear sweatpants and she'd still look like a boss. "Just keep it." It was better that way, she was sure.
And without any sort of transition, Emmett kept going. "Tell me one of your funny lawyer stories."
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She figured it couldn't have been that easy, but it was certainly worth the shot. The mechanic smirked at the threat of a grin from the woman though. She was curious how the night would turn out.
"Alright, then you're paying for the ride." Emmett denoted quickly, pointing her fork at the lawyer. "I'll get the first round."
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Oh, now she was asking for it. "Anything for my girlfriend." Emmett teased, happy to wear the nonexistent title if only to poke fun at the lawyer. She continued into the food.
"You won't want to drive either," Emmett pointed out easily. "We could just take an uber. Or do you just not want me knowing where you live?"
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Emmett watched as the realization set in. She reached for the plastic cup, downing about half the contents in a large gulp. "Jesus. That's like the flag of our people." Still, she found amusment in it all as she shook her head.
"Overalls and a flannel. You're gonna be getting a care package soon." Emmett was absolutely going to at least unsure that Teddy owned a flannel shirt. "I can pick you up."
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Anyone else, and she wouldn't have cared whether they knew or not. Maybe it was just the lawyer's overpowering presence that could get Emmett to talk. Or maybe she really just didn't want her showing up to a gay bar in a power suit. "I pitied you." She decided to go with instead.
A wide grin spread across her features, because that question drew a loud laugh out of the blonde. "I'll bring you a shirt if you don't own one," Emmett replied. She let it sit for a moment. "Tell me you got one though, cause that's like... a requirement for us."
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Of course the lawyer had a good point, and of course it would make Emmett reconsider her stance on withholding important information. The mechanic scrunched her nose, letting out a sigh as she opened up the white box, steam puffing up out of it. "It's not a sports bar." She could at least promise that.
Grabbing a fork, she stuck it into the rice, immediately taking a bite without concern of plating it. As she chewed, she looked up at Teddy in thought. "It's called Flight," she answered finally, shrugging as she gave in. "It's the local gay bar. For ladies." She shoved another bite into her mouth, eyebrows quirking up and down.
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Emmett had a serious problem with blindly accepting any challenge thrown in her direction; it was something that she never grew out of, and she had to wonder if Alice was playing into that with the idea of putting her in heels and a corset. Her tongue ran over her lips, buying her an extra few seconds before she moved around the room, just looking at it all. Slowly, she turned back to the brunette, shrugging her shoulders.
"Why the fuck not." Emmett's classic grin returned to her face like some sort of front before she held up a finger, pointing at Alice. "But if any of this gets out to anyone, I'll throw you in the snow again."
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Emmett humored the idea of just getting her a pair for the hell of it. Her lips pressed together to stifle her thoughts, because she absolutely did have a reason to get the lawyer something, though she'd hold her reasoning for now.
Instead, she took the stem of the plastic wine glass between two fingers giving it a short lift before pressing it to her lips. The liquid was sweet but dry, forcing the mechanic's jaw to clench once she had taken a proper sip. It was a taste she'd have to get used to, that was for sure.
"Absolutely not." Emmett admitted freely. What was the fun in telling her that? So she could research it to know what she was getting into. "And if you're as smart as you say you are, you could probably figure it out." She leaned forward in the chair, diving a hand into the paper bag and securing her fingers around a white cardboard box. "Fried rice?"
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Numbers on Feb 3, 2018 15:46:24 GMT
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[Emmett 5:50 AM]  [Emmett 5:51 AM] i think she stole my shirt too [Emmett 5:51 AM] also not sure where i got the one im wearing now |
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She looked pleased for the bottle, and Emmett was a little smug over the fact. She could do good, too, even if wine was never her preferred drink of choice. Rather than bringing herself to her feet, she wheeled herself over towards the paper bag, and by proxy Teddy. "You know, those overalls are comfy. I should get you a pair." Emmett could hardly picture Teddy owning any form of denim, let alone something so practical like overalls. The thought alone was humorous enough.
"Great. I have someplace you're going to love." Plans were set in stone, and the mechanic couldn't help her own excitement. It'd be the first time she'd be given the opportunity to hang out with the lawyer outside of some sort of work environment. "Does eight sound good?"
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Numbers on Feb 3, 2018 15:30:35 GMT
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[Emmett 1:24 AM] i think i lost my wallet
[Emmett 1:25 AM] how does that even happen?
[Emmett 1:25 AM] i bet you dot lose anything ever
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Numbers on Feb 3, 2018 15:23:28 GMT
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[Emmett 12:50 AM]  |
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