Taking her card, he would take a glance at it before placing it in his back pocket. The lawyer lady quickly stood up, and given the glance she clearly had found her client. Quinn laughed a little, she clearly wanted to be confident, however the slight stutter gave Quinn the idea she wasn’t sure. Though that could have been the drink and his own perception rather than actuality.
“Well, if this is the excuse for the call I guess I’ll take it.” He would say clearly jokingly. Watching her walk away he would shrug and return to the conversating escapades with the bartender who had started to look nervous. The girl had almost poached his own client that currently was making him a decent amount of money off very little work.
Despite the silliness of going into law at arms with a magical school, the idea ended up sticking with him and intruded his thoughts throughout the evening. The day went on longer than it should have, and he’d pay for it tomorrow, but that was for tomorrow to worry about. His conversation moved to trying to impress a couple witches with talk of an archeological dig he was going to be doing.....likening himself to Indiana Jones, nothin could go wrong, if only he’d picked up a hat and whip.
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