TM - 282

May 30, 2009 21:18

Lisa decides she wants a divorce on a Sunday. By Monday morning at 10am, she has her husband's sister representing her. "If that's not a victory in itself," she says. "I don't know what is."

Hiring Stacy Bridges as her divorce lawyer was about as simple as anything else. Stacy and Nash were known to have their differences, and often clashed on a large variety of issues. Their respective approaches to marriage and family was one of them. And as far as this case went, Stacy was on Lisa's side. They spent weeks working together, sorting things out. Lisa made a long, long list of what she wanted - consisting mostly of things she knew Nash would contest - and an even longer list of what her grievances were. The day the two sides came together to discuss the paperwork. Neither lawyer got a word in edgewise over the sparring soon-to-be former couple. But it was Nash who eventually gave in. The more he argued with her, the more her terms seemed reasonable.

Following the meeting, Stacy made the mistake of taking Lisa to a bar. Lisa had never been much of a drinker - this was well-known amongst her circle of friends. Even in college, she had perpetually been the designated driver. Her friends, Nash included, always referred to her as their "drunk diary," because "the next day we can always open her up and find out what we did the night before." Lisa simply enjoyed the mocking that being the only sober one in the room allowed her to do. Mocking and, inevitably, leverage. Lisa had always been a very savvy woman.

But then AC/DC starts playing at the bar and before Lisa knows the difference, she's had more drinks than Stacy can count. And before Stacy can even try, they're outside the home of Joe and Inger Dominquez, which houses the couch Nash has been crashing on since Lisa kicked him out. Upon opening the door, Joe takes one look at Lisa and runs off to inform that his drunk soon-to-be ex-wife would like to see him. Stunned and marginally terrified at the prospect of a drunk Lisa, Nash reluctantly goes to the door, where Lisa promptly tells him that she never wants to see him again. "Uh huh," Nash replies, skeptically sizing her up.

"And furthermore," Lisa continues, her voice slurring madly. "Let it henceforth be known that when my time comes I would like to be cremated. Because I don't even want to give you the chance to come visit me."

The next morning, she wrote him a letter professing her love. And never sent it.

Muse | Lisa Bridges
Fandom | Nash Bridges
Word Count | 406

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