#;andythane

[vivian-randolph]

STARTER FOR: @andythane​ EVENT: Valentine’s Day Bachelorette Auction.

“Well I figured I would see what passes for fancy in this town,” Vivian smirked as she approached Andy. Though she strode through the room with confidence--as she did every room--she had been curious as to her reception here. It was the first event she was attending since moving to town (as temporary as it might be). Usually, Vivian was in and out. She had no roots, nor did she need them. She was meant to fly, not stay in one place. Not grow (the horror) attached. 

She had agreed to be part of the auction for fun. If she showed support for the community, they would look more favourably upon her. Better the devil you knew than the one you didn’t after all, and when someone was looking for a defence lawyer, the were almost always looking for a devil. Though, looking around, Vivian had to admit she already represented a significant portion of the people there tonight. 

[vivian-randolph]

closed starter for: @andythane​

While in some ways, Vivian felt like she had failed with Andy, there had been successes with his case as well. Things that happened that wouldn’t have been possible without her. And she had learned a lot with him. As confident as she was, his case leant her more experience, though every case did of course.  Despite her know-it-all attitude, Vivian only ever gave the impression of being omniscient. In reality, she was well aware that learning was a continuous process, and those who did not learn and grow withered and died. 

They had talked a few times about Vivian becoming more involved with Andy and the club in Olympus, but for the most part, Vivian had been in and out of the town. She had taken on a few cases from patched members over the years, but her opening an actual office in Olympus was a new step. And one that she had decided to surprise Andy with. 

Walking into the diner, she didn’t bother looking for a free table. She knew where he would be and, despite funny looks, walked right back there. Pushing open the swinging door, Vivian stood silhouetted in the doorway, her upscale appearance at odds with the decor.

“Who do I have to blow to get a salad around here?” she asked, focusing on the familiar back. 

Her Momma would be horrified by such talk, but Vivian was comfortable enough with Andy to be vulgar.