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[Jeff’s sat at a neat looking desk, papers stacked significantly higher on the ‘in’ pile than the ‘out’ yet arranged without the franticness of someone concerned by it. Rather than actually work he’s opted for networking, camera on, sat up, arms on desk and offering his most winning lawyer smile. He’s even wearing a grey three-piece suit and blue tie, sans jacket, just in case the fact he was doing fancy work stuff wasn’t obvious enough.]

Jeff Winger here, Lawyer at Large, coming live to your communicators to announce the official start of my law firm. You’ll find my office at Herodotus Antiques in Maurtia Falls for all your criminal defense requirements. Need defending, law advice, or just a pretty face to stand by your not guilty plea? Then get in touch now. Private messages, phone calls, office visits and everything in between accepted, because your anonymity is important to me if it’s important to you. I’m hoping I don’t even need to point out that the TV crew won’t be involved… unless the fifteen minutes of fame appeals. Your call.

[He reaches for a nearby half-full bottle of scotch and begins pouring into a disappointingly empty glass, visibly relaxing as the advertising seemingly comes to an end. There’s a slouch quickly developing and once the glass is full he’s leaning back, feet swinging onto the desk and causing the camera to shake just slightly as his polished shoes thump onto the wood. A finger idly tugs at the knot of his tie as he starts speaking again, gradually working it loose.]

Can’t blame a guy for making use of free advertising space, huh? Alright network, interaction is the key to this kinda stuff, right? Less blogging, more gossiping? So here’s a question to get your collective minds around. And hey, maybe it might just remind you how much you really should have a lawyer on your side…

Regrets. Got any? Something you got in trouble for or maybe something you never got found out about. Maybe you wish it never happened, or maybe you just wish it went differently. If it happened back home this is the perfect time to come clean with no consequences. So c'mon, let me be you priest, rid yourself of your sins. No judging. I’m not paid to judge, I’m paid to make things right.

Trust me.

[:D?]

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... You don't have a second office somewhere else, do you? Like... somewhere that isn't Maurtia Falls?

Nnnoo? Did you get yourself banned from the one place that will literally let any asshole live there?

No, no, no... No. I've just... never been there before. Don't know my way around.

[That and he's heard about those crazy-ass vigilantes.]

You can't just use a map? [Narrowing eyes so much at Mike right now.]

I don't have a map... I'd have to get one.

Seriously? Oh for... Nonah? Can you make it to Nonah?

Don't think I've ever been to Nonah, either.

You're expecting me to come out your way for my gift?

I'm expecting you to tell me to forget about it. It bein'... your gift.

Not letting you off that easy. I can come collect it. Worth it for free alcohol.

[Sigh. Seriously, lawyers.]

Fine. De Chima.

[How else are lawyers meant to spread their smarmy slimeballness everywhere if not by chasing people?!]

Should I just stand somewhere in De Chima and hope you show up?

Yeah.

[A lighter clicks.]

There's a dive on the west end called Henry's Saloon. Find it and take a left on the side road there. Keep goin' another two blocks. Look for a black sedan with a scratched back bumper. Park somewhere else, walk to the car, get in. Don't stop and look around or whatever bullshit, just get in.

[A paaaaause on his end.]

Are you sure this is to give me alcohol? Sounds more like a murder.

Hey, if you don't want a free drink...

Are you gonna try and touch me inappropriately in the backseat of your sedan?

What? No! Fuck no!

You're disgusted by that but not murder? That's reassuring.

[Hmph!]

I don't do guys.

[Setting that matter straight is apparently more important to him than addressing the not being disgusted by murder issue.

Some men are secure in their masculinity. And then there's Mike Parker.]

Neither do I... ['What's your point?' Is what his tone suggests. Maybe Jeff's just got way too used to being idolised and groped by a certain gay friend back home.]

Seriously though, we can't just meet like normal people? I have to climb into your car without being noticed like a deal is going down?

Well, what's a normal meeting to you?

Not meeting in some back alley in another guy's car. Pretty sure that's how murders, rapes and drug deals tend to start. Pretty sure 'normal' counts as meeting in bars and public places like diners.

You really want me showing up in your sedan?

If you just want to stop at Henry's, that's fine, man.

What's Henry's?

[Forever suspicious now.]

Henry's Saloon. The bar I told you to look for?

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