Who: Lindsey McDonald and OPEN What: Bad night Where: Random side street When: Evening Rating: PG-13 to start (language) Status: Incomplete
For some reason Lindsey had yet to explain, him and pro bono work were not on the best of terms, but at least the incidents were becoming less disasterous as he went along. He'd gone from one dead assassin, to losing two million and some change earmarked for the firm, to having his car stolen while he was consulting at a teen center his new firm supported. It was right in line with the way the rest of the month had been going.
The couple that ran the shelter offered to call him a cab after he'd given his report to the police (one officer who had dealt with him as a Wolfram and Hart lawyer and had been barely able to contain his amusement as Lindsey's situation) but he needed the time to let his temper cool. The way he felt at the moment, the last thing he needed was to be subjected to some cabbie trying to make conversation.
The neighborhood could have been worse and better. Most of the shops were closed up for the night, lights on here and there high up, marking apartments. He dared some idiot to try and mug him. Lindsey tugged the shoulder strap up higher and tucked his suit coat over the briefcase, dropping a seventh 'fuck' since he'd started walking.