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controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
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We're in an anarchy, Mr. Goodman, you can't sue me for anything.
[Take that.]
[Take that.]
You wanna bet?
[Because he's pretty sure that if there's one person here who can figure out how to file a lawsuit in the absence of the law, it's probably him.]
[Because he's pretty sure that if there's one person here who can figure out how to file a lawsuit in the absence of the law, it's probably him.]
[No don't make it a challenge. That's her one weakness.]
Yup.
[WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT.]
Yup.
[WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT.]
[His, too. One of. That and betting and like twenty other things, including her.]
Yeah? How much?
Yeah? How much?
[There's a moment, amongst the easy banter, where she forgets about all the tension between them and nearly suggests a kiss. Thankfull, her brain catches up with her before her mouth can get her into trouble.]
A hundred marques?
A hundred marques?
[There was a moment where he was kind of hoping that would be her suggestion.
A hundred marques is pretty good, though.
He smirks, clasps his hands behind his back, and leisurely steps forward.]
I have no witnesses to back me up on this, unfortunately, but gee, your honor, I've got this crick in my neck that just wasn't there before Miss Brown attacked me...
A hundred marques is pretty good, though.
He smirks, clasps his hands behind his back, and leisurely steps forward.]
I have no witnesses to back me up on this, unfortunately, but gee, your honor, I've got this crick in my neck that just wasn't there before Miss Brown attacked me...
[She watches the little display with obvious amusement, before offering him a lazy shrug.]
You've gotta find a judge first, Saul.
[Also it's weird when he calls her Miss Brown.]
You've gotta find a judge first, Saul.
[Also it's weird when he calls her Miss Brown.]
Easy.
[He's walking around her in a wide circle, now, smirk giving way to a toothy grin.]
[He's walking around her in a wide circle, now, smirk giving way to a toothy grin.]
[That's-- no that shouldn't be allowed.
She's watching him as he circles her, but stays standing exactly where is as some kind of defiance against his smugness.]
They have to be qualified, not just someone dude you grabbed off the street and gave a gavel to.
She's watching him as he circles her, but stays standing exactly where is as some kind of defiance against his smugness.]
They have to be qualified, not just someone dude you grabbed off the street and gave a gavel to.
What, you really think I'd just find some schmuck to play court with me? This is serious business, Miss Brown.
[He turns on his toe, switching directions.]
So what I'm wondering now is who's gonna defend you if I'm the plaintiff?
[He turns on his toe, switching directions.]
So what I'm wondering now is who's gonna defend you if I'm the plaintiff?
[She isn't entirely sure what happened, here, but she would like it stop right now because it's a little unnerving.
She licks her lips, pushing wet hair back from her face as she keeps watching him.]
There's that other lawyer here, I'm sure I could convince her to help me out.
[Some... how...
Help.]
She licks her lips, pushing wet hair back from her face as she keeps watching him.]
There's that other lawyer here, I'm sure I could convince her to help me out.
[Some... how...
Help.]
Who, Karimov? [He chuckles, shakes his head.] God, she'd love that.
[Also wow is that a terrifying thought: Sonya defending Steph against him. That's nightmare material.]
[Also wow is that a terrifying thought: Sonya defending Steph against him. That's nightmare material.]
[Yes? That one. Steph hasn't been paying as much attention to the network as she normally would.]
See, I'm all set. And you're still down a judge.
See, I'm all set. And you're still down a judge.
[Saul has to stop himself, then, because instinct almost has him wonder aloud who might not like Stephanie around here. And that's not playful; that's just malicious.
He stops behind her, head cocked to one side.]
I'll find someone.
He stops behind her, head cocked to one side.]
I'll find someone.
[Somehow it feels like turning around is letting him win, so she's just watching him over her shoulder.]
If you say so. [so very skeptical] I'd like my marques in cash, rather than on one of the debit cards. Just for when you're paying up.
[He doesn't have a monopoly on being smug.]
If you say so. [so very skeptical] I'd like my marques in cash, rather than on one of the debit cards. Just for when you're paying up.
[He doesn't have a monopoly on being smug.]
[Was he that close to her a few seconds ago?]
Cash, of course. Lawyers prefer being paid in cash, anyway, so that'll make Sonya happy.
[Legal fees, Steph.]
Cash, of course. Lawyers prefer being paid in cash, anyway, so that'll make Sonya happy.
[Legal fees, Steph.]
[help.]
What, you think I can't convince her to represent me for free?
[no really.
help.]
What, you think I can't convince her to represent me for free?
[no really.
help.]
[Don't worry, Steph; he's not stupid enough to move any closer. Because.
No.
He's pretty sure there's a gravity/orbit metaphor hiding somewhere in here, but he doesn't care to look for it. He shrugs, then pushes his wet hair back. Why are they still out here?]
Maybe.
No.
He's pretty sure there's a gravity/orbit metaphor hiding somewhere in here, but he doesn't care to look for it. He shrugs, then pushes his wet hair back. Why are they still out here?]
Maybe.
Definitely.
[Maybe if she keeps trying to be smug she'll stop being... unsettled by every Saul is doing.]
I'm good with lawyers.
[Wait no can take that back it's too close to actual flirting ABORT ABORT.]
[Maybe if she keeps trying to be smug she'll stop being... unsettled by every Saul is doing.]
I'm good with lawyers.
[Wait no can take that back it's too close to actual flirting ABORT ABORT.]
[...he tried so hard and got so far...
Pop goes Steph's little bubble of personal space as Saul places a hand on her arm, still grinning. And also wanting to throw himself off the building a little.]
I dunno if you're her type.
Pop goes Steph's little bubble of personal space as Saul places a hand on her arm, still grinning. And also wanting to throw himself off the building a little.]
I dunno if you're her type.
[She might, possibly, maybe just a little, gulp at the touch, realizing just how terrible an idea this was. Pretending that they could just joke around like there wasn't... anything between them.]
I'm everyone's type.
[why]
I'm everyone's type.
[why]
Trying to make me jealous of a co-worker?
[What he wants to know is how.
How did they go from talking about feelings to a stupid fake argument to a stupid not-even-serious lawsuit threat to this? How does shit like this happen every time?]
You're bad for business, Stephanie.
[What he wants to know is how.
How did they go from talking about feelings to a stupid fake argument to a stupid not-even-serious lawsuit threat to this? How does shit like this happen every time?]
You're bad for business, Stephanie.
Edited 2013-06-25 16:47 (UTC)
[If making him jealous was her actual aim, there are a lot of other things she could bring up other than a co-worker she's never met. She's not going to say that, though.]
How's that?
[She'll just focus on the rest of what he said. Surely that'll be safe.]
How's that?
[She'll just focus on the rest of what he said. Surely that'll be safe.]
[He knows. That's why he specified co-worker.
His hand trails up to her shoulder, then drifts back down.]
This is tremendously unethical. You should probably fire me.
His hand trails up to her shoulder, then drifts back down.]
This is tremendously unethical. You should probably fire me.
[This is really bad.
At least it's easier to not look at him when he's standing behind her.]
I don't think that'd help.
[Maybe they'll both just ignore how rough her voice suddenly sounds.]
At least it's easier to not look at him when he's standing behind her.]
I don't think that'd help.
[Maybe they'll both just ignore how rough her voice suddenly sounds.]
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