Show No One Your Weaknesses.

The name's Stephen and I'm an defense attorney for the borough of Manhattan. I'm currently 28 years old and living the bachelor life. My secretary can answer any other questions. [2x2 roleplay with NSFW themes. For mature audiences only]

[findthesolcruz]

Tonight she didn’t want to be the broken girl. She wanted to be someone else. Not Marisol the vengeful widow but Mari the girl who used to believe in love and faith.“You know for a town this big you would think that we wouldn’t run into each other as frequently.” Marisol settled down beside him. The white flag had been waved for now. 

[stephenmtorres]

At the sound of her voice, Stephen’s head tilted as he he took Marisol in. Of course, they’d meet again. Fate wasn’t finished laughing at him. Frowning, he picked up the highball glass filled with chilled miller and brought it to his lips as he pondered his next move. He could speak or he could ignore her. After all, he lost one of the biggest cases of his career thanks to her antics. “Funny seeing you here. It’s like you’re stalking me.” Stephen decided to speak because him losing the case wasn’t entirely her fault. Liv was the one who took him off. Liv was the one fucking with his livelihood. She was just a mourning widow trying to get vengeance for her husband’s death. “Please don’t let me stop you from ogling my good lucks,” he glanced between the two empty stools on either side of him. “That stools empty and so is this one. I’m sexy from both angles, I promise.” 

[stephenmtorres]

iMessage || Brandon

Brandon: You have got to be FUCKING kidding.

Brandon: Of all the fucking women in this mother fucking city.

Brandon: She isn't some fucking whore you pick up when you're bored.

Stephen: It wasn't like that but I get you. I'd be upset too. Look, I didn't know. For that I apologize.

[stephenmtorres]

iMessage || Brandon

Stephen: We're friends...Kenzie and I. Close friends. Met a few months back.

Brandon: Close how?

Stephen: Listen bro, I had no idea she was the blonde. Big misunderstanding on my part. Won't happen again. She's all yours.

[stephenmtorres]

iMessage || Brandon

Brandon: I don't know man. Friends talk about this shit.

Brandon: Yeah! Small world. How do you know her?

Stephen: We're friends...Kenzie and I. Close friends. Met a few months back.

[stephenmtorres]

iMessage || Brandon

Brandon: You like that didn't you?

Brandon: That's a very vague story.

Brandon: That's my girl..or was my girl. A bombshell blonde with the most beautiful mind.

Stephen: What more do you want to know? Shit didn't work out. No reason to divulge in the past.

- A hour later -

Stephen: McKenzie Bryant? Own a clothing store or some shit like that?

[stephenmtorres]

iMessage || Brandon

Brandon: Game respects game. I see right through you.

Brandon: With who?

Brandon: I may not be the best example but loving Kenz was the best thing I ever did. She as the best thing that ever happened to me and I know I was a fool not to run after her.

Stephen: Good one, brutha.

Stephen: College girlfriend. Fell hard. She didn't feel the same. End of story.

Stephen: Kenz?

[stephenmtorres]

iMessage || Brandon

Brandon: Is this your ploy to get me out my pants? Should I be worried? My virtue is important.

Brandon: But what about love? I mean there's something so intoxicating about it. I know I may sound like a woman but there's nothing better than knowing someone's down for you and only you.

Stephen: You caught me! I thought I had more game than this. Damn. Lol.

Stephen: I've been there, done that. Shit doesn't work.

Stephen: Did it work for you?

[stephenmtorres]

iMessage || Brandon

Brandon: Well fuck man. I"m flattered.

Brandon: How many women do you have on the hook anyway?

Stephen: I'm known as a flatter, Brandie.

Stephen: A few. Relationships get complicated and messy. It's easier to see rather than be involved.

[allisonaergents]

                                            What? 

                                                    You smell like rain. 

[stephenmtorres]

iMessage || Brandon

Brandon: The dive by the strip club?

Brandon: I know the bartender and she's single..

Stephen: Yeah, the drinks are good and the company isn't to bad.

Stephen: Nah, I can't take on another female right now. I have my share. A drink, that's all I need.

[stephenmtorres]

iMessage || Brandon

Stephen: You up for a drink?

Brandon: I thought you'd never ask, man.

Stephen: Good. Meet me at Maggie's in an hour?

[stephenmtorres]

Text ; Stephen

Liv: Don't be a baby.

Liv: I'll pull some strings and get you on that Carson case and you'll still get partner.

Stephen: I'm being a baby? Stop self projecting.

Stephen: Yeah, okay, Liv. Whatever you say.

[stephenmtorres]

iMessage || Brandon

Stephen: You up for a drink?

[stephenmtorres]

Text ; Stephen

Liv: I did what I did and you can either deal with it so whine to someone else.

Liv: I am protecting you.

Liv: Don't ever forget the lengths I'll go for you.

-two hours later-

Stephen: Deal with it, huh? Fuck you, Liv.

Stephen: And thanks for getting me kicked off the case. You knew how important this case was for me. You're spiteful and when everyone warned me about you, I defended you and this is what you do.

[stephenmtorres]

Text ; Stephen

Liv: It's not that I don't trust you, Stephen. I did whatever the fuck I felt necessary because you have a heart. A good one. You're a great lawyer but in order to win you gotta shatter the thing that weighs you down.

Liv: You're a fool if you think talking to her is going to change it. Nothing's going to fix what happened and she is way more relentless than I expected. You need to shut this down. No amicable talks or kindness. You have to be cold and be ready to have your foot on her throat.

Stephen: You do realize I barely know her right. She's not weighing me down in any way. You're the one weighing me down with your heartless actions. You don't care who gets hurt in your ruthless quest to make a fucking point.

Stephen: You're right, nothing will change what happened to her but we can be sympathetic. It's doesn't hurt anyone to show sympathy.

Stephen: Since it's apparent you don't fucking trust me, why don't you deal with her...see how far that gets you and when you fuck it up because you will don't come crying to me about. Sometimes the same approach doesn't work for every situation.

[stephenmtorres]

findthesolcruz:

Marisol dwindling faith in humanity dried in the furiously whipping wind that burned the fissure that lined her bottom lip. Pain was relative. This late in the game, she had become weathered to the various levels of anguish. Nothing could cut her deeper than the emotional scars that laid the unfortunate foundation atop her crumbling soul. Why did it even matter if he was just as crooked as she believed? Deep down, in her heart of hearts, Marisol felt something that there was something innately different about him. Trauma didn’t discriminate and his alluring brown eyes betrayed the tragedy that he had seen. His immediate retreat surprised her. What happened to his impeccable swagger? “Really? You really trying to sell this holier than thou shit! You said it in the bar. Go quietly into the night or else. For godsakes, the same man whoyou had follow me was the one who decided follow through. I really hope he liked getting tasered in the balls.” She spat. Marisol was thankful for the distance. After the last eight years, she felt the walls of her defense come crashing down on her shoulders. How much of her needed to be forfeited for this to end. Her fury melted into a chaotic slippage of tears. Marisol couldn’t even bring herself to cry at Manuel’s funeral. She needed to be strong; at least that’s what her mother told her. She felt her world spiraling out of control. All while this man stood before her with nothing but possibilities. “That man destroyed my life and continues to do it to innocent people. For a m a n who knows what it’s like to struggle, how can you stand to see anyone else struggle.” Her ribs ached from the conflict. “Bruises fade but rage never will.” 

Marisol held her hands up to still him. “I spoke with Tristan Meyer, Kerry Danvers, and Michelle Montoya. They were pretty spooked by all the red tape and walls but they were willing to speak up against your client for murdering their loved ones due to his negligence. No amount of ligation will silence their anguish but a deal is a deal. You came and I showed you my hand. I’m a woman of my word,” she turned away from him to wipe away the defeat and the pain that curled around her wilting frame.  

Stephen’s disgusted by the statements flying out of her mouth. He knows the second after she mentions the man who attacked her was Guy. Guy, the firm’s personal P.I. His nostrils flare and he clutches his fists. What the fuck? The only person who could’ve went around his back and done this was Olivia. For a moment his eyes turn cold. Olivia fucking did this, even after he told her he would take care of Marisol and the problem she posed. Grinding his teeth, he focuses back on the woman in front of him. “I’m sorry but I did not do this.” Even that won’t undo the trauma she’s endured. There’s nothing he can say that will unbreak her, nothing he can do to comfort her. For fuck’s sake, she lost her husband to a simple hospital procedure gone wrong. This is where moral verses obligation bleed together for him. Lawyers don’t represent people they find innocent all the time, sometimes it’s about position, status, a job promotion but was all of that worth it when people like Marisol were suffering in agony because of the lost of their loved ones? Suddenly disgust rages its ugly head in his stomach. You can’t let someone you don’t know stop you from getting that promotion, you have a goal, Torres, the voice in his head chides. You have a duty and a job to do. You have a plan. Stuffing his hands into his jean pockets he ponders on his next words. 

“I understand your pain, Marisol, more than you know but I have an obligation to my client,” As the words pour out of his mouth, he knows this is probably one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. Stephen chances it and takes a step towards her again. Her back is to him as she wipes her tears and the urge to comfort her, to wipe those tears overwhelm his being. Never get involved, Stephen. Flirting is one thing but feelings, no. Feelings become liabilities but he reaches a hand out and touches her shoulder briefly anyway. The moment is surreal. “I’m sorry that this is happening, I truly am.” His voice is a low timber. “I can get you and the other families large settlements, I can help in that way but I can not go against my client and I know this is hard, trust me, I know but you strike me as a woman who gets the job done no matter the circumstances,” You strike me as someone very much like myself, he adds silently. “So please understand that I can not do what you ask of me. I can’t expose a man who I am contractually obligated to defend to the best of my ability. Please understand where I’m coming from. Please.” he pleads. 

[stephenmtorres]

Text ; Stephen

Liv: You have a weakness for hopeless, beautiful women. She bats those sad eyes at you and you'd be like putty in her hands. We have a plan, Stephen. You finally make partner and we take this firm over.

Liv: I beat you to the punch. She's not going to talk now.

Stephen: I understand the plan but I don't want to apart of hurting people to get there. You don't trust me and that's why you decided to do whatever the fuck you felt necessary.

Stephen: No, she wants to go public and I'M the one talking to her, sometimes Liv a lot sincerity and heart goes a long away.