Who: Phoenix, Edgeworth and Godot
When: Saturday night
Where: A bar and lounge in Sector 3.
Summary: So three lawyers walk into a bar...
Warnings: Alcohol, the very real possibility that Edgeworth is going to get hammered.
Godot was relieved to see that the location they decided on was not a dive. Not that he hadn't been to more than a few dives in his day, but he frankly didn't trust Edgeworth or Wright to have his back in a fist fight. Edgeworth probably did fisticuffs and Wright would probably be crying under the nearest table... or did he have that backwards?
Either way, he scoped out a table sized for three off in a corner and ordered himself an Irish coffee while he waited for his companions to arrive.
Yep. Blind lawyer in a visor sitting in a bar waiting for his friends colleagues. Nothing to see here.