Schmoozing the nation's elite

[samuraiprosecutor]

Follow up to this thread.


Edgeworth longed for the day when his superiors would see that mandatory attendance at these charity events was entirely unnecessary. It wasn't as if the Prosecutors Office would not put up a showing without being forced to: many of his colleagues reveled in the chance to hobknob with politicians and local celebrities or pick up other people's vapid trophy wives. Edgeworth, on the other hand, would rather be working. In fact, he'd rather be anywhere but here, and he refused to pretend otherwise, regardless of who he spoke to that evening. It would be in the best interests of all concerned for him to be allowed to skip out on these things.

Unfortunately, he wasn't allowed that liberty. So for now he was stuck in a kind of limbo, watching the glitterati from his post on the sidelines and running over details of the work waiting for him at home to keep his mind from stagnating. He was the picture of boredom until a familiar suit suddenly appeared amidst the crowd. His eyes widened with interest, and he discreetly wended his way through the crowd to approach the man from behind.

"Captain Rogers?"

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[samuraiprosecutor]

It was indeed a test. Edgeworth couldn't be quite sure whether he was relieved or disappointed that Rogers had passed, but some of the wariness left his gaze and he relaxed his posture, just a bit.

"Hmph. As you should. Illegal activities are illegal for a reason."

[captain_asthmatic]

"I know," Steve said, offering Edgeworth a sheepish smile. "Though I don't think the law is infallible. Sometimes it doesn't cover every situation, and the right thing to do doesn't involve slavishly adhering to the law. But when it comes down to it, I serve at the pleasure of the President. And the President makes the law."