Emma smiled at the other as she approached them. “Coffee? The barista misunderstood me and thought I wanted two double shot espressos. As if I could drink that without starting to vibrate. They do smell great though. And are still hot.” She lightly shook the paper container which held the cups. “So, did I praise it enough for you to take one?”
“Honestly, you’ve had me at ‘coffee’,” Reese admitted, once she put the stack of papers down and focused on the woman before her. She could say that her coffee addiction was getting worse and worse, and the headache she was sporting right now was just only confirming it. “--- as long as it has caffeine in it, it is good enough for me, so I literally have no objections as to why wouldn’t I want to take it from you,” the lawyer rambled, “But, uh... let me pay you for it, at least? It would only be fair for me to do so, anyway...”
“An ongoing crisis— sounds legit. Considering when I’m gone I’ll be having a post-life crisis as well.” Jaina smirked, sipping at her own cup. “I top my coffee off with something a little stronger but your job requires you to be sober so I think energy drink is your best bet right now.” She gave Reese a nod and warm smile. “So what’s got you down in the dumps then? I can keep a secret like no one’s business. Like I never told my best friend’s dad she got a tramp stamp… okay, maybe I told you but it doesn’t count. You don’t know MJ. And if you did it’s like totally something she’d do.”
“You’ve heard about Casper the Friendly Ghost, now get ready for Jaina the Anxious Spirit,” she quipped. It wasn’t often that Reese happened to be so cheerful around people -- she could only hope that feeling quite comfortable with her surroundings now won’t change in any minute. “--- usually, the stronger stuff waits ‘til I get home. Sometimes helps with unwinding and going to sleep,” Reese mentioned. “There’s nothing that a good glass of white wine won’t fix, at this point.” At the mention of energy drinks, she simply gave the other girl a nod. “Tramp stamps are so overrated, man. Honestly, I am surprised you haven’t tried to talk her out of getting it...” trailing off, she teased. “LIFE. I’ve been feeling kind of under the weather since I can remember, nothing that unusual, really -- I do hope that you’re doing good, though.”
“— this is not a sex shop, reesey,” dylan sassed, but a laugh escaped from her lips moments later. “i do own a stethoscope, if you call it a toy.” upon reese’s words, dylan’s brows drew together in a faint tuck of confusion, but it quickly faded as the other woman shared her own experiences. “i love my job, i do. i just hate slow days. i should be happy, i know. slow days mean fewer heart failures and diseases, but… i’m bored.” she sighed, returning to her chair with a puff of breath. “and you came all the way here? oh, yes, i know. — you want to play with my toys, don’t you?”
“My God! I could’ve sworn this was one of those futuristic-looking ones I have always wanted to visit!” If the other woman could sass her, why couldn’t she bite back, right? She deeply appreciated Dylan’s wit, just as much as her dedication to the craft. “While technically you could use it to choke someone with it, I’d rather you not mix the business with the pleasure, especially while I’m around,” another joke? It was surprising, but definitely not unexpected -- she had to be quick with her remarks, otherwise she wouldn’t been such a great lawyer, now, would she? “I was around --- got back from the meeting with a potential client and all that law bullshit, you know how it works... hopefully,” she answered, shrugging faintly. “We could always grab some lunch, if you can leave?”
“I don’t doubt it,” she replied. From what she knew about the redhead, oddly fitting was a term that fit her surprisingly well. “One can only do so much in a day. You’re truly an American hero, how do you manage to juggle it all,” she questioned, her tone giving away how she was joking. “That’s true but I’d rather still have a painless death. Or if I’m destined to have a painful death I’d rather I die before my brain has time to register that I’m going through pain,” she shrugged, her somewhat morbid thoughts pouring out of her casually. While Brielle wanted to go out with a bang, she could never decide on what she wanted and could only pinpoint what she didn’t want to happen. “I guess going out with something with love is all we can ask for. Maybe a death by chocolate wouldn’t be too bad,” she mused.
She simply shook her head, “I am not a human, apparently,” Reese mused. “I mean... I am so incredibly pale, I act like I am everyone’s grumpy grandpa... --- I might as well just be a VAMPIRE, you know?” Oh, the nerdy stuff. Well, alright, maybe not necessarily ‘nerdy’, but Reese had always thought of it as something quite similar; she might as well use that word as a broad definition of what she’s interested in, right? “Decapitation would be the best out of all those choices, I think -- I... well, let’s just... --- why are we even talking about DEATH in this place?” The redhead questioned, trying her best not to erupt into a fit of giggles, “People might think we’re on the OTHER side of the law, you know?”
“Ginger Yoda? That’s a definitely a new one. Although it is oddly fitting,” she replied, the nickname lingering on her mind. She couldn’t tell what she liked more. The fact that it was a Star Wars reference or the way it was customized to fit Reese herself. “That’s true. Honestly you should write a book or something on how the world really is but from a realistic point of view. I’d imagine it would be a big seller,” granted, Brielle had no clue what the target audience would be, but she figured there’d be some interested souls who’d be willing to buy it. “My one fear about a death through caffeine is that it might be painful. I don’t want to have a prolonged heart attack of pain only to finally die.“
“Apparently, oddly fitting is a part of my CHARM,” she commented. “If I wasn’t so busy saving the world one case at the time, I can assure you that I would’ve written at least five books about that...” as she trailed off, a hint of a playful smile appeared on her thin lips. Reese may have thought about becoming a writer when she was younger, but all those dreams had been destroyed by the fact that back then she quite literally had the worst attention span one could ever have. Thankfully now that she’s all grown up and went through some rough patches in her life, she is one of the calmest and most focused people someone had the pleasure of meeting. It’s just funny how one thing can change a person so drastically, in such a short period of time, isn’t it? “You would only feel it in the beginning, though. Then it would just make the entire world stop, letting you be over with it,” now, did she really have to say something so morbid again? “I may not know as much about a human body as you do, but I surely do know my CAFFEINE.”
“well, i’ll tell you what: if i ever need to switch careers, i’ll definitely look into it. maybe you can be my first client, i’ll even throw you a discount,” he chuckled, shaking his head at the thought. matt could understand where reese was coming from. doing something was always better than doing nothing, and restlessness is a pain in the ass. “but you make a valid point, because trust me, i got that memo awhile ago.” remembering a time when the redhead was particularly grouchy that day and he found out the hard way she wasn’t to be disturbed, the brunet shuddered. that’d been one of his first days at the firm and man, would he never forget it. “though in your defense, you have a right to be dramatic. i mean, stress is a bitch no matter how bad it is — wait, that is why you’re going through this ongoing crisis of yours, right?”
“A discount? Really?” Reese questioned, arching her eyebrow upwards -- no, she couldn’t be serious at the moment; even though she seemed like such a serious person, she still loved to joke around. “Can’t I just be your TEST SUBJECT, or something? I am aware it sounds bad, but I really cannot waste my money on stuff that most likely will NOT help me, at all,” and boy, if she said she had never tried talking to a therapist before, she’d be lying. They didn’t do anything but let her vent and that wasn’t exactly the thing she needed at a given moment -- she had Matt, and he was just about enough of an ear to lend for her. “--- hey, you’ve seen me at my worst, and I am glad we’ve got over it within the first few weeks of you being here,” Reese briefly mentioned, shrugging ever so fondly once more. “It’s not really stress -- I’d say that this is related to issues with people I NEVER want to talk with, you know?” She began, letting her back rest against the couch as she pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand, “--- that bi--... that WOMAN had been calling me all day yesterday and still didn’t get a memo that I will not answer the phone...”
“I feel like that’s the secret of life or something. Always be in a state of panic so nothing will phase when you actually are. It’s almost genius really,” she shrugged, fiddling with a pack of sugar. “Sometimes I think I was born in a constant state of crisis and paranoia, maybe then life would become easy, breezy, beautiful like Covergirl,” she rambled. At the mention of Reese putting an energy drink in her coffee, Brielle couldn’t help the flashbacks of college mornings where she would pour some in the middle of class, her classmates giving her a mix of understanding and confused looks. “I’d say you’d give yourself a self induced heart attack but I’m still here so I don’t know how successful that tact would be.”
“They didn’t call me Ginger Yoda for nothin’, I’ll have you know,” she responded, almost immediately. Always full of ideas, although those weren’t just as bright, half the time, she still could admit that she was quite quick on her feet and always on time with her delivery of fresh, deep musings. “If you think about it, life is just a bunch of stressful situations, a moment of rest and then a whole bunch of ups and downs,” now, no one needed the realistic (and a little bit depressing) breakdown of her own life, but well... Reese couldn’t help but throw in a rather self-insert comment, anyway. “--- you still gotta die somehow, right? And if caffeine isn’t the right way to do it, I have no idea what could it be...”
it was almost difficult to enjoy your coffee and banana nut muffin when someone else was rambling on about an ongoing life crisis and dying, but matt supposed he’s heard stranger things [ although at this moment, that was very debatable ]. “isn’t it a good thing i studied to become a therapist and NOT a lawyer?” he quipped, sarcasm evident in his voice. but, taking another sip from the – thankfully non-spiked – coffee in his hand, matthew spoke again. “maybe you need some time off.” says the pot to the kettle.
As he spoke, Reese could only do so much as move her head to the side and listen; there was no point of coming up with a witty response, because there was nothing she could say that wouldn’t make her appear as someone weaker than she made herself appear. “--- you DO have the brains for it,” she mused silently, “Some extra credit and knowledge could be pretty helpful, wouldn’t it?” Reese added, after a beat. Shrugging right after she took a sip of the rank-tasting concoction, the woman simply sighed, “I can’t afford a break, I NEED to have something to do, otherwise I get restless and twice as cranky, so... that’s not a good thing, and I think EVERYONE knows that...” and that much was true; when Reese wasn’t doing anything productive, she was always trying to find a way to get herself busy, often causing some damage, mostly to herself. “I will most likely brave through it, just let me be DRAMATIC, I guess...”
“I MIGHT have just realized that I don’t know when the middle of my life is going to be, so…” She trailed off, making a face. “— instead of having a mid-life crisis I’ve decided to have a perpetually ongoing one.” Reese reasoned, clutching a coffee cup in her hands almost as if her life depended on it. Honestly, she’s been living in a constant state of stress (for obvious to almost everyone reasons) for quite some time now, so technically speaking, it wouldn’t exactly make that big of a difference, now, would it? “I put some energy drink into my coffee, and I’m certain I’m going to die in any time soon,” the lawyer mused, taking a sip from it. Morbid, much? Well, that was just Reese Wolfe for you. Nothing new. “So WORTH IT, though.”
“why did i decide to become a doctor?” dylan’s hands vigorously leafed through the magazine on her lap as she spun in one of the chairs at the nurse’s station, bored out of her mind. the doors in and out seemed to be in constant rotation, but for some reason, her departament had had a slow day. her head peeked up when she caught whiff of a person from her peripherals, tossing the magazine on the table, she offered them a quick smile. “— tell me you’re here to see me for something heart related.”
“--- because you get to have fun toys you can play with?” Reese tried her best to sound as serious as one could when saying such a ridiculous thing; safe to say, she actually failed, and ended up shaking her head as she smiled. “That’s... that’s not a good question to ask someone like me, really --- I’d think of it as something you need to find the answer for, yourself.” Alright, Yoda, you can calm down now. “I became a lawyer because it was a family thing, I didn’t even think it’s going to be something I’ve found my true calling in -- but... I guess that’s just ‘cause I like to argue with people...” she trailed off, waving her previous sentence off. “--- and, uh... no. I’m just here because I am on my break and I didn’t feel like being alone, you know?”
tfw you’ve slept through the opening and need to post the intros fashionably late; i’m dee and that’s reese ophelia wolfe at ur service
her name is reese wolfe, or like… ree, or something; doesn’t really do nicknames, but by all means – go wild with that, if someone’s her friend, she probably won’t mind,
she’s like... lexie grey and maura isles smushed together, except... she’s a lawyer -- makes total sense, i know..........
basically, a really charismatic kind of a person, --- a big ol' nerd,
studied law, because she didn’t really have another option – she didn’t want to disappoint her (late) father who's owned a law firm back in one of the hospitals in canada,
even though she comes from a wealthy family, she never really acted like the sun shines out her ass, because this lil dweeb knows it ain’t cool,
she’s just a human embodiement of a puppy who cares about everything and everyone, most of the time, on a good day,
used to be involved with theatre, years ago -- she can sing and dance pretty well, and only showcases it during drunken karaoke sessions, or whenever she thinks she’s alone in the apartment,
she might seem like she’s calm and collected, but like… she’s not,
still a charmer, though; i don’t know how she manages to do that,
surprisingly, she is a pretty good cook and loves baking,
does this woman even sleep??? the answer is no,
seriously, running on three or two hours of sleep would literally kill everyone, but she swears she never felt better,
honestly... she has no idea what is going on half the time,
she never really knew her biological mother (only seen some pictures of her), her father re-married, without letting her know about anything only because he thought that reese was too busy with school at the time,
and of course, that was the thing that angered her a lot; they got into an argument over the phone and it was basically the last time she's spoken to him,
both her father and her younger sister died in a car crash caused by a drunk driver over three years ago; there was no hope for both of them to survive,
she doesn't keep any form of contact with her father's wife (ex-wife????), and definitely doesn't plan on reaching out to her in any time soon,
ergo, she’s a little bit tired of everything and just wants to have some gosh darn peace for once,
doesn’t exactly have any issues with commitment, she just......... she has no idea what she wants in her life, i guess??
very flighty, i’d say? kind of driven, makes rush decisions that she regrets later on,
at the moment, she is working in one of the best law firms in the city, making a name for herself, and is really darn proud of it -- at first, when she was younger, she thought it wasn't that great of an idea, but flashforward, a couple of years later, and it's literally the best thing that's ever happened to her,
I have had the most wonderful childhood, and I was raised in a very loving family. And it was nothing short of an amazing privilege because I was incredibly lucky to be able to play up in trees and make it like silly dens in a bush and stuff like that.
