Not the Knight in Shining Armor Type

30. Divorce Lawyer. Smug Bastard. He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There’s a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place - well then, game over. var sc_project=11762372; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="21a7a810";

[callum-reynolds]

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ceciliaxtorres‌: 

“Nothing,” Cecilia said promptly, deadpanning. She looked at Callum, only just then realising how long it had been since she last saw him. “So that’s what you’ve been doing?” She followed up, leaning her hand on her hip as she watched him. It was a slow night, which she usually hated because it meant talking to the customers. There were some exceptions though, and she supposed she didn’t mind Callum.

“Geez, I missed you too, Cece,” Callum responded sarcastically. Cecilia had always been a favorite of his - she didn’t put up with his crap, which was infuriating and refreshing in equal measure. Callum had always liked a challenge, and she was certainly that. “Yes, I’ve been working on a case. I trust this place didn’t suffer too horribly without me?” 

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june-monroe‌: 

“I wish I knew,” June said and turned to look at Callum, her head slightly leaned to one side in curiosity. “I can’t say I’m really all that caught up on everything myself, but my best guess is that… You probably didn’t miss out on that much. It’s good to see you out and about though. I take it you just finished a case then? Did you win?”

“Uneventful without me? Well, shucks, June, you sure do know how to make a guy feel special.” Callum flashed his signature brilliant smile. “Yeah... one of those big ‘all hands on deck’ kinda cases. Lots of people. Lots of moving parts. The jury is still deliberating, but I’ve done my part. Verdict should be reached tomorrow, so I’m in need of a distraction until then. 

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scottbarnes‌: 

At the inquiry, Scott’s movements of putting his wallet back into his pocket slowed as he hummed over the reply. “Nothing out of the ordinary. The N.E.T’s been surprisingly quiet, but that doesn’t mean there’s a lack of criminals for you and your lot to set free. Happy days! – Hey, next round’s on you, right?”

Callum laughed, never opposed to a little friendly banter between adversarial colleagues. “You should be thanking me. If I didn’t let those criminals back out on the streets, you’d be out of a job... Yeah, yeah, I’m celebrating. I’ll regret this tomorrow, but the whole night’s on me.” 

[callum-reynolds]

Callum was not usually one to skimp on the nightlife - he’d rather roll into work on three hours sleep than be holed up like a kept animal. But the case he’d been working on was an important one, and exceptions had to be made. “Three weeks with my head spent buried in depositions... What did I miss?” 

[scarlettfairchild]

“ —– So my captain is getting a little concerned with my work habits,” Scarlett began, eyes boring into the person before her. Casually dressed with a smirk on her lips, it was her usual ammo for a day on the job. Her captain complaining — which Scarlett liked to call morbidly suggesting — that she wasn’t doing things correctly was a day-to-day basis thing as well. She knew she was good at what she did, he could shove it. “According to Captain I-Have-An-Electric-Rod-Shoved-Up-My-Ass, telling someone a dead body looks ‘gross and like it hasn’t been to the Bahamas in a few thousand years’ is not an accurate description to put on a police report. Like dude, I’m aware I can’t actually put that on a police report, but live a little maybe? Take a joke, damn,” she breathed out, a roll of her eyes at the thought of her repressed captain. “I was just speaking the truth, making an idle comment; my eyes don’t deceive. I know a good tan when I see one, and that honey did not have it.” For the most part, she was joking, but she knew what it looked like to the outside eye — not that she minded, she thought with a carefully crafted smirk and tilt of her head. 

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“I, for one, can’t wait to see that come up in court,” Callum teased, sloshing his drink around in his glass. “Even better if it’s that old geezer Farnsworth from the D.A.’s office. That might be the thing that finally give him a heart attack... How’s the investigation going? Any chance it might end up coming across my desk?” 

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lucy-barton‌:

For a second there, Lucy didn’t know how to take his sentence but her mind quickly decided on the much more negative explanation behind his words instead of taking it as a joke. The town was maybe relatively small but they both knew it wouldn’t matter how big of a city they would be in as long as she was with Henry. One way or another, eventually, they were bound to see each other, surely Callum must have known it. So Lucy decided that he was trying to subtly imply that he didn’t want her in Lanford. 

“I’m already banished from Kingsgate, Cal,” she said softly, not wanting to argue with him out in the open. “Do you want us gone from Lanford entirely now?” she asked, her eyes staying on him only for splint of second before escaping to focus elsewhere. God, she was terrible at confrontations. 

Us. Want us gone... Whatever sense of good nature he felt drained as he heard Lucy refer to her and Henry as an ‘us.’ “Why, are you offering?” he asked, his tone stiff, maintaining the same calm civility that she was. If there was one thing they still saw eye to eye about, it was not wanting to cause a scene. “Didn’t think that was an option, but yeah, that’d be great.” 

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sierra-moore‌: 

                   “What does that even mean?” She scoffed, going back to her beer. “Just because I don’t find you funny, that doesn’t mean I’m a type. It means I’m not going to pretend to laugh when you make a joke, or whatever…” Sierra looked at the bottles lined up at the back of the bar, eyes rolling as she breathed out a sigh. “Will you sue me if I shove a straw down your throat?”

Callum merely laughed, because in truth, there wasn’t really an answer, but it was more fun to make Sierra think there was. “Siera, kinky,” he chided teasingly. “Word on the street is your practically married now, and I cannot, in good conscience, let another man’s woman touch me in such a manner...” 

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rhysxtaylor‌: 

Rhys wouldn’t lie, he heard Callum before he actually saw him, a very light laugh escaping as the other man collapsed onto the bar stool beside him. “One of those days, huh?” He recognised the look in the others eyes, one he often sported himself if he’d had to spend an entire shift in and out of the ER. At the question, though, he found himself taking a look around the bar once more, and then took a drink of his bar before responding. “That guy over there’s been trying to chat up the hen party in the corner, pretty entertaining, to be honest…”

Callum had several other friend that would not be nearly as understanding as Rhys, and so he gave the other man a friendly pat on the back in appreciation, leaving the topic at that. “Oh yeah?” he responded amusedly, nodding his appreciation that the bartender who delivered his drink before swiveling on his stool to look in the direction Rhys mentioned. “How’s he doing?” 

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june-monroe‌: 

June didn’t mind the distraction, and since she had gone to the bar to drink in the first place, who was she to turn down another round when someone offered? “I won’t argue with that,” she said with a grin, deciding that he probably could afford it anyway, especially after some big win. “I guess you’re a lawyer then, huh?” She asked and turned a little on her chair to face him, curiosity lingering in her gaze as she took him in properly. “I’m June, by the way — Nice to meet you.”

“Guilty as charge,” he joked (a regular one, at that), tilting his head to the side playfully as he gave his signature smile. He made a motion towards the bartender, pointing towards their glasses to indicate they would take another round when the time came. “June. I’m sure you get this all the time, but that really is a beautiful name. I’m Callum.” 

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adrianohara‌: 

                       The flaxen man’s jab spurred a roll of hazel eyes and the jut of a jaw in reaction, all quicksilvered across angular features, but a smile rose in its wake–– borne of annoyance, yes, but always muddled in the amusement that swathed it evermore. He liked the verbal spar. Life tried too hard to mould him austere; the chance to laugh at himself and banter and tease felt defiant against its will, the sanguine in him somehow still in tact, and between the two men, harmless punches rarely ever pulled, “Nah,” He remarked, a coy smirk curving his mouth crooked, tongue pressed in cheek, “Just had to see for myself if the lawyers on TV were as big-headed as they are here,” The raven male took another swig of his Stella, aureate-hues giving Callum a once over, the swallow revealing grinning ivories now in his jest, “Congrats, man. You got ‘em beat–”

“I’ll make sure to thank you in my Emmy’s acceptance speech,” Callum joked, tipping his glass as a toast. When he was younger, any quips about his ego had always irked him - it felt like it was something more assumed in him than actually true. But maybe he’d grown into it, or else it had grown in to him, but he found himself embracing it now and using it to his best advantage. “I’ve been talking to your girlfriend. She’s gonna write something up for me...” 

[lucy-barton-blog]

It was terrible. She had a job interview and Lucy was almost certain that it went horrible and she wasn’t going to get the job. She and Henry wanted to move to a better neighborhood so despite loving her old school, the brunette was going to apply for a few private kindergartens in better areas of Lanford but it was the second interview that went bad. 

She mindlessly entered the nearest coffee shop, ordering a latte herself and stepped out, only that she really wasn’t paying attention and she collided with a person who was about to step in. 

Horrified, she took a step back, “Oh my God, I am so so sorry! I- “ she was apologizing and she looked up for a second and whatever she was going to say just evaporated from her mind. There was a sudden lump in her throat and she felt like she was unable to say anything.

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[callum-reynolds]

Callum was in need of a caffeine boost. He’d been out late the night before, but that didn’t stop him from getting in his 6am run. It had been a struggle, sure, but Callum was not the quitting type. 

He made his way to the coffee shop, checking his emails on his phone as he walked, barely paying attention as he ran into someone leaving the store. “Oh! My apologies, I-” he stopped himself mid sentence as the voice and the face clicked in his head just a split second too late, and fuck. 

Lucy. 

“I, uh, Sorry. Guess this town isn’t big enough for the two of us...” It was the kind of mundane comment that could have come off as a joke, and if it were a stranger he’d just collided with, it very well could have been. But Lucy came with history, and history was seldom very funny... 

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sierra-moore‌: 

                  Sierra’s face remained unimpressed, “I’m not a cop—-” She hissed back, “Why the hell can’t people get over that? It’s been over two years!” That conversation was exhausting and the looks people gave her when they found out, well that was another level of infuriating. “Yes, we exist purely to suck the fun out of everything…” Sierra rolled her eyes, “I have a thing about big-headed lawyers. You all make me sick.”

“To be fair, I said cop types,” he corrected, if only to be pedantic. (It was in his nature after all...) Of course he knew Sierra had left the force, but it was still fun to watch the way she got annoyed by it. “We make you sick, do we? Well, I know a guy who can set you up with a great class action lawsuit for it...” 

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rhysxtaylor‌: 

@callum-reynolds;

Life had been running away with him a little, between work and Elena’s visit, and so this seemed like a pretty rare occurrence, to actually be able to meet up with a friend for a drink. He’d known Callum quite some time now, having originally met in the city when they were both studying there, so he did his best to actually try and meet up with the other man whenever he could —- for a casual drink at the very least. Today was one of those days, if a little overdue. 

As he made his way into one of their usual haunts, he took a look around, taking it all in. He threw a casual wave to someone else he knew, making his way casually over towards the bar. Callum hadn’t arrived yet, at least from what he could see, so once he’d ordered himself a beer, he took a seat to wait.

His litigation hearing had gone long, and then the train out of the city was delayed, so Callum all but stumbled into the bar some 20 minutes late, still dressed in his suit and tie. “Sorry, mate, it was a fucking nightmare getting here,” Callum said with a heavy sigh, practically collapsing onto the barstool and tugging at his tie to loosen it. He had always had a proclivity for the dramatic entrance, and it seemed this time was no different. “What’d I miss?” 

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zoe-fosterr‌:

                                        “You know what, I could—” She said firmly, her own confidence palpable, but not unmerited. She obviously knew what she was doing work wise, and though she wasn’t a screenwriter, she’d helped develop enough screenplays to know how to. “I could write you a really good one, where, you know, your ex and your brother end up divorced and alone, no kids of course, because we don’t wanna bring them into it, and you? You marry this sweet, beautiful girl after she teaches you how to love again, and you, like… donate one of your kidneys to save her life, and you have matching scars, and it’s fucking romantic as hell. How’s that?” She asked, quirking a brow. Truly, she had no respect left for either Lucy or Henry, and this was just one more way to show it.

“Decent start,” he shrugged teasingly. “Though I really fancy myself more of the Lothario, no woman can snare him type... Think Leonardo DiCaprio. Think you could get him to play me?” There had been a time, in his early 20′s, when he’d been silly enough to believe in happy endings, but he didn’t hold much stock in those things anymore. (Wouldn’t let himself, if he were totally honest...) But Leo... Man, he seemed to have a good thing going for him.