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With the description offered to her, Emmett tried to draw up a picture of the man Alex was talking about. She recalled hearing someone go off into the military, but she must not have known him throughout their years at Bellefonte. There was also the chance she just hadn't cared enough about some guy for him to be memorable. Either way, she grinned at the information given. Because he was on her radar.
"I'm sure I'm far more handsome than him." Emmett joked, laughing as she bit the straw of her drink. Another sip of the sweet liquid and she was already starting to feel the effects, likely because her job had pushed her past any sort of dinner.
Lifting a hand, she pressed it to Alex's shoulder, giving a light squeeze. "Seriously though, just do it." Emmett sounded confident in her, because she had no doubt that the brunette could capture anyone's attention. "How'd you ask him out?"
Upon entering, Emmett found nothing that would offer immediate clarity as to where they were. She closed the door behind them, confusion etching its ways into the mechanic's features as she turned to the brunette. Even if she wasn't sure what this place was, a smile played about her lips at the idea of this being Alice's favorite place in the whole world. It had her already curious nature work up a notch.
That smile quickly dropped when the final word of her sentence hit the mechanic's ears. Dark eyes grew wide, eyebrows rising with genuine surprise. Still, she followed Alice. "I don't think I've ever even seen one." Let alone actually put one on. All she knew were stories of the way they constricted air flow.
Emmett wasn't the best at following directions, but a request had been made by a friend. She could at least try, though it wasn't like Emmett to plan out anything. Knocking someone in the face was enough proof of that. At least in this case, she could just avoid the assistant - at least as much as she could, given her own natural curiosity.
"You'd probably make millions on it." Emmett bit into her sandwich, following it down with a swig of beer. "But I'd want to be co-writer. You know I got a lot to say." That must have been evident from their almost constant communication. "I think the world should hear it."
Lazy steps followed the girl towards the open table. Now away from the bar, she sucked in a deep breath of old, musty air. It was refreshing in comparison to the crowd that had formed around the bar. Her fingers wrapped around a pool cue, free hand grabbing the bright blue cube of chalk. "You can break." Emmett offered, grinding some chalk into the tip of her cue before setting it aside to start racking.
Quick work of her hands had all the balls placed in the triangular shape towards one side of the table. She lifted the wooden guide, setting it aside before looking back at the girl. "Are we playing for cash or fun?"
Emmett couldn't be sure if the folder she had really contained her case. Regardless, the statement pulled another laugh from the mechanic. It sounded solid enough, given that the guy deserved more in Emmett's incredibly biased opinion. Though, she realized, it might not be the best thing to point out in front of her lawyer; friend or not.
And apparently they were. Despite being a joke, the point still landed. It softened the blonde's grin a little bit.
In moments, the wickedness of it returned. Her lips pressed together to hide it, but she was unsuccessful. "Very good, eh? I guess I'll leave her to you, then."
There didn't need to be a laugh for Emmett to catch the humor written on Teddy's face. Sure, it was a dumb answer, but the mechanic would never own up to that, at least not out loud. Though, she did laugh at the quip thrown in her direction, her grin quick to return. "Yeah, you should. I wonder how a judge would react to the eloquent Miss James saying something like that."
It was a funny image.
"Maybe use it in that one." Emmett gestured to the file on her desk with the can in her hand. "Gotta be important if you're not letting it out of your sights."
Teddy had a valid point in pointing out the nervousness that Emmett carried when they had first met. Somewhere between the lines of exchanging text messages and being bailed out of jail, the mechanic opened up to her. Nervous usually wasn't a word often used to describe Emmett. It was far better to push past it. Her lips pressed together, humming to think of an argument on her side, but another question did well to pull her attention away.
Eyebrows furrowed, the corner of her mouth losing a little of it's smug nature as it drew downwards. It was one of those statements just said without diving deeper. Now she was asked to do exactly that. "Just... 'cause."
It was such a good opportunity to open up a discussion like this that Emmett took any ounce of encouragement offered to her. Unraveling one of the rolls, a stuffed sub was revealed. She hadn't brought plates, and instead slid the white paper it sat on across the desk before opening her own. She hadn't the time to take a bite yet, not when she had something to say.
"Hey, I could tell with you." Emmett leaned back in her chair, balancing on the back legs. "But if you're not into her, I'll take the wheel. Someone should." Only then did she bite into the sandwich.
There was something refreshing about cheap beer in a can. Sure, she could have brought something that people regarded with a higher standard, but the mechanic held no regrets. Teddy was still drinking it.
Eyebrows immediately shot upwards, a sharp laugh bursting from her as she leaned back in her chair. She needed another sip before she could argue, because this was too good.
"Are you kidding me?" She lifted a leg, resting her ankle on her knee. "Just look at her." It was obvious, wasn't it?
A grin found itself on Emmett's face from the response given about her beverage of choice. Better, was the way Teddy reached for it anyway; the smugness the mechanic wore was impossible to hide. She had no shame in her behavior. "It's your lunch break. You can do whatever you want." And apparently what Emmett had determined whatever she wanted was to spend time drinking beer with the blonde.
At the mention of directions, Emmett's head turned to peer out the glass wall towards the one she had just met. Her gaze lingered on for a while before she turned back and grabbed a beer of her own, cracking it open and pressing the cool metal to her lips. "She might like a girl stopping off at her desk more often." Emmett shrugged, reaching into the paper bag to haul out the last of the items; a bag of plain potato chips. A classy meal for Stagfort's classiest lawyer.
The office she was lead to was probably nicer than her entire home. Her eyes shifted towards each of the glass walls, eyebrows cocking upwards as she stepped inside. She wasn't sure how she would work in such a space, but it was the modern thing to be so open concept - to have everyone seeing what you're doing. "Well this takes out the any opportunity to bring someone back to your office." Not that the lawyer gave herself any time away from her work. Even what was supposed to be a leisurely lunch break planned by the mechanic came at a cost, as it was made very clear by the file she clutched to.
Immediately plopping herself down in a seat, Emmett reached into the paper bag, pulling out a six pack of beer and placing it on the desk, shortly followed by two cylindrical items wrapped in white paper. "Best subs in town," she explained before she could be asked.
Emmett's gaze lingered a little too long on the form she had offered a shirt to. The same commentary filtered across her mind, and a grin played about her lips when Deb was the first to bring it into the air. She grabbed a t-shirt for herself, whichever was stained the least with grease, and pulled it on over her head. Never the one to dress up for an occasion, it seemed perfect for going out and getting breakfast.
When she reached the kitchen, a set of keys caught her eyes. Was that an offer on the table? Snatching her own keys she walked to the door, locking it behind them before they made their way into the garage. "Let's see how well you take care of this little bug." Emmett's grin widened, extending her palm for the set, and if given them, opened up the driver's side door and slid into the seat.
Only minutes out of bed, and Emmett was feeling much more awake, humored by the prospect of eating a mountain of waffles and other foods. She genuinely wondered who could throw back more.
Bright red lines across the canvas of her skin caught the mechanic's attention as Deb walked out of the bedroom. Her eyebrows rose, lips pressing together to hide her own grin as she reached for a pair of jeans. As she drew them up to her waist, soreness ached in her muscles. Had there been a mirror in her room, she might have looked to see just how marked her skin was, recalling the sensation throughout the night of nails and teeth, but never catching sight of what had been done.
A hand ran through bright blonde locks, attempting to fix the disheveled state her hair had been in before pulling on a sports bra. Half dressed herself, Emmett laughed at the response to her offer, taking steps towards the closet and pulling a plaid shirt off of a hanger. "Here," she offered, holding it up for Deb. "Bet you'll look good in this." Really, she was sure that the girl would look good in most anything - and she knew she looked great in nothing at all.
Though Emmett was a frequent of downtown, there were enough places around that she wasn't entirely familiar with. When they reached an alleyway, Emmett wondered if they had come across a secret bar scene with no name. Instead, she was informed it was a staff entrance to something, and Emmett raised her eyebrows. Her first thought was that it was for the yoga studio. That would make sense, and it also would explain why Emmett was unfamiliar with it.
But she held her questions, stepping down the alley towards the door, ready to follow Alice into it.
The woman seemed shy, but she had a firm enough shake. Emmett offered the same before drawing her attention back the the lawyer who had already gotten her out of so much trouble, and wasn't afraid to point it out. The hand on her back straightened her spine, even if it wasn't Teddy's intention to do so. It was a good comeback, and it brought a laugh out of the mechanic. Her hand dropped to her side, gaze following the form that leaned down on the woman's desk. Olivia. She'd remember that.
There was silence from the assistant, and Emmett was quick to fill it with her own thoughts. "You say assault like he didn't have it coming." The man had destroyed her garage, the least she could do was give him a good knock in the jaw for it. With almost a week since she had called up the lawyer from the police station, Emmett quickly decided not to regret the decision. She had been bailed out by the best lawyer in town, after all.
Lifting the paper bag up for Teddy to see, Emmett gave it a little shake. The sound of aluminum cans rattled together. "I figured you'd want a lunch break," she pointed out, already stepping away from the desk despite not knowing where she was headed. "And you know the only reason you have my personal number is 'cause it's also my work one." Though she doubted if she had two separate cell phones that Teddy wouldn't have the number stored in her phone.
