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boxolawyers2011-11-27 09:50 pm
samuraiprosecutor) wrote in boxolawyers2011-11-27 09:50 pm
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Who: Edgeworth, Belial
What: Crashing Edgey's self-pity party
Where: Random made up bar in LA
When: Late evening (or is that early morning?)
Warnings: None that we know of...
When he saw that the bar's few tables were already occupied, Edgeworth almost walked back out the door. At least at home he could be absolutely certain he wouldn't have to share his space with anyone...anyone human, at least. But the night outside that door was surprisingly cold, and the gleaming mahogany bar was long and empty. Surely he would be left alone long enough to fortify himself with one drink before braving the night.
He settled himself in a stool at the far end of the bar and ordered a White Russian. The familiar bartender, a dark-haired young man with slim hips and perfectly pressed clothes, frowned lightly in response to Edgeworth's appearance, but in the end, he supplied the drink without question and left the prosecutor to nurse it in private. And nurse it he did. Edgeworth's focus drifted quickly towards the subject that had preoccupied him for the past few days. After the first token sips, his drink seemed all but forgotten.
What: Crashing Edgey's self-pity party
Where: Random made up bar in LA
When: Late evening (or is that early morning?)
Warnings: None that we know of...
When he saw that the bar's few tables were already occupied, Edgeworth almost walked back out the door. At least at home he could be absolutely certain he wouldn't have to share his space with anyone...anyone human, at least. But the night outside that door was surprisingly cold, and the gleaming mahogany bar was long and empty. Surely he would be left alone long enough to fortify himself with one drink before braving the night.
He settled himself in a stool at the far end of the bar and ordered a White Russian. The familiar bartender, a dark-haired young man with slim hips and perfectly pressed clothes, frowned lightly in response to Edgeworth's appearance, but in the end, he supplied the drink without question and left the prosecutor to nurse it in private. And nurse it he did. Edgeworth's focus drifted quickly towards the subject that had preoccupied him for the past few days. After the first token sips, his drink seemed all but forgotten.