[closed] yeah yeah and I'm alright

[5055034455]

Date & Time: June 29 — July ∞
Location: Around Exsilium
Characters: Saul & TBA
Summary: A catch-all log for Saul's many business etc. meetings throughout the month, because otherwise there would be like a million logs up. Not even an exaggeration. An actual million.
Warnings: Drugs in Jesse's thread, violence in Coby's, sap in Effie's.

[Sometimes, the best way to get over something is to find a suitable distraction.

Since Saul's #1 distraction has always been work, he doesn't see why that can't be the case here as well — he may not technically be practicing law at the moment, but his skill set is undeniably useful. Extremely so. (As far as he's considered, anyway.) He doesn't need his own office or a secretary or a PI or a bodyguard to get plenty of shit done. He's Saul Goodman, for godssakes — what the hell good is he if he's not working?

His hands have been idle for too long, and look at where they've gotten him.

Devil's tools indeed.

So here he is, keeping busy. Training, doing business, drinking more coffee (and alcohol) than he probably should. Whatever works, right? Right.]

Comments

[legal_eagle]

[She wonders the same thing. Someone's apartment, or a little flophouse - but it could be a house of ill repute, and so long as the madam could get the coffee strong and without too much acid Sonya would be there every night.

Saul's lounging there, looking like he owns the place; she smiles to see that. It's nice to see him looking decently far away from death. So she swings in, drops her back, settles in next to him.]

Hey there.

[5055034455]

[Oh, he's looking much better — color in his cheeks and everything. And there's the old familiar smile, bright and on display as soon as he looks up and spots Sonya.

They probably have a lot to talk about, don't they?

And it's probably nothing he wants to talk about.

Ah, well.]

Hey.

"drops her back" bag, self, it sounds like she was twerking or something

[legal_eagle]

[Her grin grows a little bit wider; in a deliberate display of insouciance, she pulls out her lip gloss and dabs a bit on.]

You look less like you're dying.

sdkjhf HAHA I didn't even notice that

[5055034455]

[Her display earns her a little laugh. It's too late. He saw the look on her face. He heard her, back in the catacombs. SHE CARES.

Saul Goodman's confusing life, man. People need to stop with this nonsense.]

I feel less like I'm dying. I feel pretty damn good, actually. And you look... like you. Still pretty.

[legal_eagle]

[She pulls a face at him, screwing the cap back onto her lip gloss crisply.]

It's going to take a hell of a lot more than some gassings and some bombings to make me not pretty.

I take my coffee with a shot of hazelnut syrup if they have it, two sugars if they don't.

[5055034455]

[Her wish is his command, apparently. He's up and on his feet in a moment, pausing before he heads to the counter to look thoughtful.]

Hm. Hazlenut. Would've pegged you for a caramel kinda gal.

[legal_eagle]

[Coyly:]

Is that a comment on my flawless skin?

[5055034455]

Could be.

[He waggles his eyebrows, then slips over to the counter. When he returns, he's holding two drinks: one coffee with a shot of hazelnut syrup for the lady, which he hands to her, and one way too sugary caramel concoction for himself. He might be developing a problem with his sweet tooth. Maybe.]

You have to promise me — [here he gracefully flops back onto the couch] — that you'll keep this location a little hush-hush.

[legal_eagle]

[She takes it and blows lightly across the surface, pausing only to lift her eyebrows at him.]

And why's that?

WOW HTML WOW

[5055034455]

See how nice and quiet it is?

[It's quiet, yes. Also a little empty. Saul would hate to see it overrun with decent coffee-starved maniacs yuppie-ing up the place.]

It's a good spot for business meetings, don't you think?

At least you're pretty

[legal_eagle]

Very quiet, and very nice.

[She grins, then sips, and gives a little mm of approval. A moment later, though, she lowers the cup again.]

I never would have taken you for someone who wants peace and quiet, though.

no u

[5055034455]

No?

[Saul can guess why, but he's not sure his guess is correct. He sets his coffee down on the table in front of them to let it cool on its own. A lukewarm coffee drinker? Why yes.

...he knows it's gross. Shh.]

[legal_eagle]

No. Quiet means downtime. Idleness. No billable hours.

[5055034455]

[His smile turns rueful.]

When I showed up here, I tried to convince myself it'd almost be like a vacation. I think I'm still wishing it were.

[legal_eagle]

[She gives a thoughtful little laugh.]

Huh. Me, I figure, sleep in the grave, all that. If I sit idle, or alone in my dank little apartment, I go fucking nuts.

[5055034455]

[Ah, shit. He should've known there'd be no way to avoid bringing up this subject.]

Yeah, well, let's just say that with all events considered back home, I'm in dire need of a break.

[legal_eagle]

[She looks at him, raises her eyebrow, and says - ]

Well? Don't leave that hanging out there. Go on.

[5055034455]

[No, he's going to chug his coffee first.

Then he settles back against the cushions and shakes his head.]

Jesse is the way he is because someone fucked him up real bad, and that someone was a client of mine. They were both my clients, actually. Partners.

[He says "partners" like the word itself tastes sour and bitter all at once.]

[legal_eagle]

[That's interesting indeed, even if the word Jesse sets something angry and wild in her in motion. The motherfucker who made her scared and then had the fucking gall to act like the victim. But Saul has stars in his eyes for that little poison pill, so she doesn't let any of it show on her face.]

In the drug business. Yeah?

[5055034455]

Yeah. Things went downhill fast. I think that's what I was talking about right before I passed out in the catacombs. What'd I say?

[legal_eagle]

[She looks over at him, grins, tries to throw him off his guard - ]

First, that I was the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen and that you were giving me all your earthly possessions...

[5055034455]

[So close.

He glances back at her and, without missing a beat, says:] The first part I believe. The second part — not so much.

[legal_eagle]

Worth a try.

And that there was someone big and bad after you both.

[5055034455]

And here I have to pause and wonder: how much do I really trust you?

[He trusts her a hell of a lot — way more than he should — but as far as this is concerned...]

We get each other, right? Cut from the same cloth, blah blah? Because — if we were in opposite positions right now and you were about to unload this kind of personal information on me, I know I'd be filing it away for potential later use. I can't really take that risk right now. Not with this.

[legal_eagle]

[Her lips twitch just a little.]

Not gonna deny it.

[But she reaches up to twist a lock of dark hair around her finger.]

But here's where I point out that we're on the same side. So if I'm using it, it's not going to be against you.