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[slayer_fray]

Yesterday was strange.

Stepanie Brown was a bitch, that's not new.
Rachel Grey was shallow and self-involved, that's not new.
Katara was an ignorant clot. That's... well, probably not new.

But Michelangelo said thoughtless, insensitve, and downright crazy things about her dead brother. And that's not on

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[hearthethoughts]

People far too yuppie really ought to sit together don't you think?

Namely because there's a psychic cop who can't get away form the fact that he's hearing voices and can't get away long enough to visit his damn shrink. But that's reasonably okay. Everybody in LA is crazy.

No, what's not cool is that he's been harassed twice by people he considered networking tools and Venkman-who he actually kind of liked-keeps thinking about really bad things at him.

So there's a cop doing a double take, because the last time he saw this particular person she had an elephant and funkah hair.

"...I will call you back-uh-Leon-" Matt clamps his phone shut, eyeing the books, "Hey-are you a lawyer?"

[slayer_fray]

Well, it may be assuring that for some reason there's no particular voices associated with this one. This is good, right?

"Of course." It's not lying to say one's a lawyer when one's actually a law student.

"Can I help you?"

[hearthethoughts]

"Yeah maybe. I wanna know if I have legal recourse..."

Matt stares.
And stares. That's completely ridiculous.

Tofu goes waver, and Matt holds up a hand, "-Gimme a sec."

He returns from the bar with his usual Guatamalan blend with creme before sighing, "....I suppose my first question ought to be what sort of law you practice?"

[slayer_fray]

Gah.

GAH. She's an intern.

"Criminal defence."

That's what she's always
wanted to do.

"But I'm familiar with a number of other specialisations."

[scourgeofpiracy]

There's someone else in the bar who's taken over a table with a spread of books and papers. He's got a cigarette in one hand and a personal organiser in the other, and somehow managing to riffle through his work at the same time.

[slayer_fray]

She's busy. She's not looking. She's busy. She's not loo...

She's totally trying to read over his shoulder from a table away.

[scourgeofpiracy]

James has pretty young woman radar, or something.

He glances over his shoulder in her general direction, then hides a grin by looking back at his work.

[slayer_fray]

Oooh, he looked.

And you never know, he looks important.

Melaka glances down at her paperwork, looking for something she's missing.

Oh right.

"I don't suppose I could borrow a pen?"