AN: Thanks 2 Franziska 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW fools stop flaming ma story ok!
The next day I went into the courthouse and used the toilet. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my toilet cubicle and drank some water from the tap in the sink. The paper towel dispenser was an alabaster white and inside they were a strange turquoise with liquid on the end . I shook myself out of my daze and gazed in the mirror at the outfit I had put on instead of my pyjamas. Instead, I had chosen to wear a prussian blue blazer, a silk cravat, penny loafers and a turquoise brooch. I was wearing four pairs of cufflinks in the ends of my sleeves, and I had put my hair in a kind of messy style.
My friend, Gregory (AN: Edgworth dis is u!) came out of the toilet then and grinned at me. He flipped his short-length raven black hair with lots of gel and blinked his forest-green eyes. He put on his trench coat with black trousers, a nice hat and comfortable work shoes. We put on our usual makeup products (wrinkle cream, cologne, white foundation.)
"OMFG, I saw you talking to Damon Gant yesterday!" he said excitedly.
"Yes? So?" I said, blushing.
"Do you like Damon?" he asked as we went out of the men's bathroom and into the lobby.
"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted.
"Yeah right!" he exclaimed. Just then, Damon walked up to me.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." I replied flirtily.
"Guess what." he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, the Investigators are having a concert at Gourd Lake," he told me.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love the Investigators. They are my favorite law-themed pop band, besides those that are classical bands and opera.
"Well…. do you want to go with me?" he asked.