something worth saving

Quentin Wyatt. 34. Son of a congressman. Lawyer.

[bridget-wyatt]

Bridget tried again to turn her engine over, but it was refusing. “Come on…” If she could get it to turn over she could at least charge the battery. Easier said than done. She tried once more, but the battery just puttered out. Bridget sat back in her seat, defeated, “Great. Just my luck.” 

[quentin-wyatt]

His office wasn’t too far from the location Bridget was when he got the text. A short drive didn’t have her waiting too long. “And this is why I told you to get AAA. But I am here to the rescue.”

[quentin-wyatt]

Text || Emmy & Quentin

Emmy: No, I need at least a week first before I can accept my death. Well.... if we want to talk about actual work, I've got a whole stack of papers on my desk that I need to read through but you could totally read them for me instead and compile me with some quick notes if you wanted to? Quentin Wyatt! At least you get a fun assistant! Admit it, life would be so much more boring if I sat there twiddling my thumbs all day and pretended to be obedient for you. Besides, who else is going to get a burger with you during lunch?

Q: A week? You know how hectic my schedule is. I don't have time to prep you a week before everything. So basically your suggestion is that I do the job that I hired you to do? I am not sure what fun you think that I am having now. I don't know now. A little boring could be good for us. Literally anyone that I paid should be getting it so I'm not sure what you think this proves.

[quentin-wyatt]

Text || Emmy & Quentin

Emmy: Well, not a meeting... I just needed more time to mentally prepare myself, that's all! But if you want to give me a vacation after attending all those meetings tomorrow.... well, I wouldn't be opposed to that idea either. I can hold plenty against you, mister. So, I take it you don't want your coffee then? That's fine - I'll just drink mine all. Right in front of you.

Q: 24 hours isn't enough for you? How many hours do you need? Damn, you seem to just have a lot of requests and ideas that have nothing to do with actual work. You know most of the senior lawyers get nice obedient assistants. All I get is sass and threats!

[quentin-wyatt]

Text || Emmy & Quentin

Emmy: I don't know but a whole lot more to get myself mentally prepared for this! I'm already writing my will now that I've seen the agenda for tomorrow! And if the lunch isn't good, hmmmm? What do I have to hold against you then? Well, I'll bring you a gallon beforehand but I want your strawberry slice if they're serving them up at dessert and no - I'm not willing to settle.

Q: So basically you wanted a meeting to prepare for all the meetings? You know if working in the legal field doesn't pan out maybe try drama. Whoa hey who says that you get to hold anything against me? I can't believe that you are bargaining with me right now.

[quentin-wyatt]

Text || Emmy & Quentin

Emmy: Well considering you didn't warn me hard enough, yeah! What is up with all the back to back meetings??? And then more lunch time meetings? I'm going to need a gallon of coffee to get me through the day.

Q: What kind of warning did you need? A lot of the end of the quarter stuff for our clients always ends up being a little maddening. I promise the lunch will at least be good food. Make that two gallons. One for me.

[quentin-wyatt]

Text || Emmy & Quentin

Emmy: I'm calling in sick and putting you as my out of office.

Q: You're really going to play me like that and abandon me in my extreme time of need?

[quentin-wyatt]

Text || Emmy & Quentin

Emmy: I've seen my schedule for tomorrow and I'm already dying.

Q: I tried to warn you.

[quentin-wyatt]

mccartney-fox​:

“Ugh, stop using all of these legal terms, you’re exhausting,” she again scoffed, shaking her head. “You’re packin’, I want everyone to be jealous,” she grinned, leaning her body against his. “But in the comfort of our homes I want to see the whole damn thing. You see the dilemma there? When do I get the outline?”

“Stop suggesting illegal things,” he shot back. “Oh my God,” Quentin shook his head at her, a laugh following. “Woman, you’re ridiculous,” he scolded her, but the admiration was clear in his eyes. He loved the lightness he felt with her. “You’re right. I didn’t realize how hard this must be on you.”

[quentin-wyatt]

mccartney-fox​:

“I guess now we know where your morals lie. God, all you lawyers are all the same,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “And sometimes us women just want to see the outline of your dick in those sweatpants, so maybe you should be wearing them in public more often.”

“Yeah the whole not assaulting people tends to draw a line. You know, most girls would be happy that their boyfriend’s are keeping it in their pants around other woman,” he put his arm around her. “How about you just see the outline in the comfort of our homes, if that’s alright.”

[quentin-wyatt]

mccartney-fox​:

“So maybe you should have come naked. You’re pretty much lying to the public,” McCartney shrugged. “Are you saying you’re not comfortable with me? Do we need to go to counseling?”

“A little lie is better than being charged with a misdemeanor of indecent exposure and being put on the sex offender registry and disbarred,” he countered with a shrug. “Sometimes a man just wants to feel the warmth of his sweatpants.”

[mccartney-fox]

@quentin-wyatt​

“I thought you wore tailored jeans to bed?” McCartney slipped her thumbs into the tops of his pajama pants, tugging him closer.

[quentin-wyatt]

“With you I barely get the chance to wear anything,” he laughed, taking a step in. “It’s nice to remember the feeling of comfort.”

[quentin-wyatt]

bridget-wyatt​:

“Yeah were they at this party or in a nursing home?” Bridget sipped on her drink, but couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Yes but everything is covered which is more I can say for most everyone here so you’re welcome. Don’t you have other people you could be giving a hard time to? Where’s McCartney?”

“Oh so you have to be old to be modest? I just feel like a brother should have been warned.” Her roll of her eyes only brought out a smile in him. “Just because I have a girlfriend doesn’t mean that you can just pawn me off to her when you are sick of me.”

[quentin-wyatt]

emily-fuller​:

“Oh, no, no, no – wait, how do I know that’s not what you’re actually wearing to the office already?” Emmy’s brows tugged together, pretending as if she were serious in thought. “You know, sometimes it’s fine to slum it with the rest of us peasants every now and then.” She teased.

Quentin took a step back, acting offended by the question. “I am a man of authentic class and you are really going to come in accusing me otherwise?” A smile soon broke through. “Alright, stop acting like I’m out of touch with the every day person,” he laughed.

[quentin-wyatt]

bridget-wyatt​:

“I don’t know how to tell you that in 2022, nightgowns aren’t made like the 1800s anymore. Also it’s not a nightgown, it’s a slip so that’s part of the issue probably.”

“I don’t know, I saw a couple nice ladies wearing them,” he continued to give her a hard time. “So glorified underwear is what you are telling me that is.”

[emily-fuller]

@quentin-wyatt​

“I – uhhh– who are you again? I almost can’t even recognize you when you aren’t all dressed up and business manny.”

[quentin-wyatt]

Easy laughter slipped past his lips. “You know I almost looked into getting myself a pajama suit just so that we didn’t run into this problem but I thought it was important that you know I am just like the rest of you.”

[quentin-wyatt]

@mccartney-fox​

“So you gotta tell me, any good memories of sleepovers growing up? Why do I feel like you were the type to go through the parents drawers for some good truth and dare.”

[quentin-wyatt]

@bridget-wyatt​

“Was the store all out of fabric that their nightgowns are left unfinished?”