hot girl shit.

Callan Fitzgerald hates nothing more than he hates emails. Emails are part of being a lawyer, but that doesn’t make him hate them any less. Being good at his job, and popular, meant his inbox was constantly flooded – which wasn’t an exaggeration in the slightest. He had a decent amount of spam emails, but everything else… those were emails he had to reply to. That’s his punishment for being good at defending people. Never-ending work. Even when he wasn’t in the courtroom, he was still working – mostly on his laptop, yet still working, regardless. He likes to move his work away from his apartment as much as he could get away with it. He didn’t want to get antsy staying at home all day when he wasn’t in court. So he took his work and his laptop to a local café, so he could at least have a good cup of coffee while hammering down on the emails. He sipped at his coffee, and made sure to keep the cup far away enough on the table so that it didn’t pose a risk to his expensive laptop. Whilst doing so, someone approaches him, and asks if they can take the seat opposite of him at the table. “Yeah, sure.” He replies, returning to his work, not paying them any mind.

The line, the ordering, the drink and pastry happened swiftly. Then Junie was looking around for a place to sit, spotting one and making her way over quickly. She was naturally a people person, and though she was dressed far more casually than the man, tight blue jeans and knitted sweater over her pole clothes, she didn’t let that deter her. “Hi,” she greeted in her friendliest tone, smiling wide, dimples on display. “Could I sit? There’s no other chairs,” she asked hopefully, though she was already placing her cardboard plated pastry on the table - far away from his expensive laptop. It was clear he was on a working lunch.

“Thank you,” Junie said as she sat down gracefully in the seat opposite. She was careful to keep to her side as she sipped her latte, popping her AirPods in as she pulled out her phone. She thought of checking her socials or playing some music - maybe even figuring out some knew songs to dance to or for her classes. 

She nibbled at her pastry, bopping her head along to the music playing. Junie was so lost in the music, choreographing small movements with her arms and hands. She flicked her elbow out a little too wide and knocked over her own coffee. Luckily, it was only half full, no more than a splash leaving the lid of the cup. Still, she grimaced guiltily, seeing how close to the man’s work it had gotten. 

“I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, popping out one earphone and snatching up her drink quickly. “That didn’t get on your laptop did it?” she asked, reaching to grab a napkin and dabbing at the coffee that had spilt on the table. 

It was usually a fruitless effort to wait for Junie to come home, she worked so late and Gen could hardly get herself to stay up past 10 on a good day. But it was a day off from school tomorrow, and there was something she’d been meaning to do. So, despite the way her eyes burned, she was awake and hiding behind their couch, waiting for Merlin to alert her that someone was jingling the door knob. She knew the signal as Merlin going to the door and wagging his tail and when that happened, she waited again for the lights to flick on before she sprung up from her hiding spot, pressing play on her phone so the trumpet sound she had loaded up would sound from the speakers.

Her hands were raised in the air, as a wide smile graced her face. The large banner behind her read “HAPPY JUNNIE DAY” and the few balloons and streamers she had up cemented the non-existent holiday. 

No, she knew it wasn’t Junie’s birthday. And Christmas had come and gone. This one was just for Junie, for no reason other than the fact that Gen wanted to celebrate her roommate.

“I bought you a massage chair,” she signed slowly and simply, so Junie could follow along. Then she pointed to the chair, a hulking thing that took up most of their living room. “I thought it would help you, but bet says it gets stolen in a week. And– Oh!” Her eyes grew wide. “There’s cake for you too!” She smiled. “Yes, I know I’m the best.” Never mind that she’d been hunched behind the couch for over two hours.

The next moment startled her as a trumpet sound blasted through the speakers and Gen popped up into view. “Fuck.” Junie couldn’t help but laugh a little at her friend and roommate, grinning widely as she saw the banner. Closing the door behind her, she pulled off her coat and dropped her bag on the kitchen counter. 

Her eyes focused then, as Gen began signing. Junie had only started learning ASL two years ago because she’d wanted to be able to communicate with Gen easier. Sometimes though she still had to think quite a bit when she was being signed to or responding. “What? Gen, you didn’t have to do that!” Junie signed back to her slowly, eyes wide as she took in the massage chair. She still spoke along with the movements of her hands, a habit really. 

“You are the best! But you spoil me too much. What brought all this on?” Junie asked, moving closer to give the other woman a hug. “You definitely have to use it too. You need to relax more having to deal with kids all day.” She laughed then, nodding. “Wouldn’t be surprised if it does. And what kind of cake?” she continued, eyes darting towards the kitchen curiously. Cake past midnight sounded like a good time to her. 

Sometimes Junie hated the odd hours she worked. It was late, although technically early when she made her way down the street, away from the club. She enjoyed working there but getting home could be annoying. She was shifting her tote bag higher on her shoulder when a commotion behind her caused her to turn. 

Junie swore as someone ran past, knocking into her and sending her tumbling to the ground. “Goddamnit,” she huffed, feeling pain shoot through her knee. She pouted a little, on the dirty sidewalk, as she shifted to check out the knee she’d hit against the ground. It didn’t look too bad, just a little scrape. “Asshole!” she shouted in the direction the person had run.

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Carlos was probably not the kind of person who should be walking alone on the streets in the middle of the night, what with his fragile nature and all that, but he often found himself in situations that were less than ideal. This once, he had gotten roped into turning in a last minute scoop to his boss ( which she had convinced him he had to do in person ), and was on the way back from yet another soul-crushing encounter with Morag when he saw the daunting scene of a woman being pushed onto the sidewalk. 

“Oh, thank you,” Junie replied warily, looking up at him and his helping had for a moment. “I think so. It’s just a scrape on my knee...” she told him, placing one of her hands into his and letting him help her up carefully. “Do you always play Good Samaritan, Mr...?” Junie asked as she stood up, dusting her hands over her clothes. 

She was glad for once she’d chosen one of her more casual outfits to leave the club in. Sometimes men got ideas because of the late nights and the way she was dressed. Still, this man seemed polite enough. “Thank you, again. Some people are so...rude,” Junie chuckled a little, referring to the person that had knocked her down. 

What?! Um, speak for yourself! I, for one, hope that Junie never gets over herself. In fact, just because you said that, I’m gonna go to the strip club and give her my life savings. 

Jealousy is a not a good look on you, especially since you already have no face. ( @junieroscoe )

She levelled Luc with her most serious gaze, she meant business. She didn’t normally just march into his office but she was the one that helped the new girls on the pole. “If I have to try and go over the basics with her one more time!”

At his question, she nodded, sighing a little. “I do. You can watch her, but it won’t be pretty,” she told him with a snort. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the new girl but her experience was lacking and she was not picking up the pole tricks at all. His next words had her shrugging, eyes following his figure around the office. “I don’t know about physically unable to. I think she could. She’s just...thicker than a bowl of grits! It’s like nothing sinks in. In one ear and out the other,” Junie lamented, shaking her head. 

“Just...you’ll see when you watch her dance. I promise I’m not exaggerating.”