ava sat on the floor with her chin on her knee as she worked at the knots in her own feet. she wore an old pajama set she got at a thrift store and had a glass of wine on the bedside table beside her. she was being a little pouty, but this was absolutely because jules and bea were the only two around. sheâd just handed over the same flash drive that jules had given her not too long ago. she was bitter, and she didnât bother hiding it from them, theyâd figure it out without too much time anyway.Â
âcollege is a fuckinâ scam,â says the woman that never went, instead choosing the military from a young age. truly, her past had everything to do with that choice. she couldnât imagine facing that environment after how her encounter with a group of frat boys ended, âbut lawyers are a bigger scam,â her bitterness shows loud and clear as she takes a sip of her wine before sighing and looking between bea [ @funkymysteriies ] and juliĂĄn [ @likecasketsâ ], âsorry iâm a buzzkill tonight.â
just a few feet away from ava , beatriz lies on her stomach , propped up on her elbows as she leafs through some trashy tabloid magazine without really reading it (Â sheâs just looking at the pictures ). â itâs justified , â bea concedes with a shrug. it always sucks when months worth of investigation go down the drain on a technicality. â i donât think there was much of a buzz to kill in the first place. â the loss hit them all pretty hard , so instead of a fun , light , giggly sleepover , their gathering is more of an bitter , gloomy , sulk party. â we can fix that , however - â she pushes herself up so she can reach her own wine glass. â - by actually getting buzzed. salud , â she toasts , tilting her glass toward each of her friends.
sheâs on avaâs side , obviously. like any good partner , she was right there to back her play and hand over the flash drive to the prosecution. it was their hail mary , a last ditch effort to get justice. in that moment , she takes a sip , and pretends to savor the taste like sheâs someone far more sophisticated who knows the first thing about wine tasting. â yo sĂŠ que esto es una mierda , but barbaâs just looking out for us. â she knows the ada isnât popular among this crowd , but thinks is still worth defending him. it was one of those cases where distance was practically impossible - they couldnât separate their personal feelings from it. bea understands avaâs anger. but she knows the attorneyâs hands are tied. â estarĂamos jodĂos if he actually used it. â
heâs bitter. of course he is. this whole ordeal has soured him from day one. evidence was delivered and not acted upon and itâs upset juliĂĄn more than heâs let on --- and boy has he let on, especially to the both of them. he raises his glass in response to beaâs toast. her next words make him roll his eyes but he hides the worst of it by tilting the glass to his lips, not very much savoring the wine as much as gulping it down. he can always count on bea to be the devilâs advocate when it came to barba. not exactly what he wanted to hear in this moment but he lets it slide enough to sigh and return his eyes to his phone.
âi donât get what the point of being a lawyer is if you just let scumbags walk,â he murmurs under his breath, scrolling down his timeline. okay, maybe heâs not ready to let this slide. âmaybe he just saved the thing to cover his own ass. ever consider that?â he lets his eyes wander to the the memory stick that sits between them, considering. scheming. âwhat do you think would happen if the tape just... leaked?â












