A Moment "Don't do what? I'm not playing any game! Who are Tom and Ginny - and why don't these people give you any last names?! Oh - oh, sure! Fine! Well, you just do that!"
Marie was not having the best of starts to the evening. Walking slower as the heated exchange over telephone came to an end, the call was disconnected with bitterly fuming annoyance. The redhead's temper was well to the fore and, slipping the small device away into sleek, leather purse, Marie took what could be termed as 'a moment'.
Great, thought the lawyer. All dolled up and now she would have to get a cab.
Sighing out her frustration, jaw momentarily clenching, Marie glanced over to the young man who had found himself in the unavoidable situation of being an eavesdropper.
"Lunch," she explained to stranger. "Or it would've been."
Looking this way and that down the street, there seemed to be no taxi yet in sight. Eventually there would be. Just had to wait a little while.
"Boyfriend troubles?"
"He'd be lucky..." The lawyer replied derisively. "The closest we're getting again is when I shift his file over to someone else's desk."
Another glance was spared his way and Marie added, "Guys in the corporate world are kind of... Anal." A polite smile being forced up as she said it, although not one which seemed wholly out of place. "In more ways than one, actually - I think he was more interested in playing schoolboys with Davison, the way they looked at eachother over lunch."
Arms were crossed over one another and high-heeled shoe tapped impatiently on the sidewalk. There was never a taxi when you needed one, even in Vegas. She could see the newspaper vendor's headlines from there. Something about freak weather in Chicago... Yeah, like that was unprecedented. All the same, it reminded her of just how unfavourable Las Vegas had become now. Oh, she still liked the neon, but without the nightlife component, her out of hours social life was woefully slow, if not non-existent. She needed a vacation. Maybe even a full-scale transfer. Miami, maybe?
Before she could consider it further, salvation arrived in taxi form and the suited redhead slid in the back seat. "Wolfram and Hart," she told the driver, looking down to close the door.
"Sure, lady, wherever y'say!"
A skeletal hand adjusted wing mirror and the cab screeched on its way. Ernie had been looking for a job. God bless trade unions in debt of favours!