(I bet you all don't remember that Peggy found something under John's bed. I did on the other hand. Continue)

Angelica's Pov:

By the end of the day, me and Sally had gotten some work done. We were working on the defending side for Jason.

I sighed sipping my lukewarm coffee and heading out the building.

Ask someone for a ride.

Who is gonna give the bitch a ride?

Fuck off.

Walk home, you deserve to suffer.

But I mean it's only a couple blocks.

Yeah, only like a mile. Dumbass.

In heels.

I felt the tears build up in my eyes. I just want my life to be normal again.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Not on the streets in front of random people.

Get it together girl.

The walk home took an hour for some reason, my thoughts were dragging me back.

I reached my own place and slammed the door behind me. I finally let the tears run down my face.

Not only were we probably gonna lose this case but I was gonna lose a friend.

I took up my purse looking for my phone only to realize it wasnt there. I must have left it in my office.

I tried breathing put to calm myself down but I choked up, that choke turning to a sob.

I grabbed the landline in the living room trying to remember John's number.

718

644

8297

Or was it 0927

I tried then both, neither working.

9729

It worked.

The phone was dialing and the tears started to burn my cheeks as they dried.

"H'lo?" I heard an unfamiliar voice.

"John? It's Angie,"

"It's Alex,"

"Oh, either way...is John there?"

"No," Alex said hesitantly.

"Its fine if he doesn't wanna talk to me, just....ugh...can I just rant to you?"

"Go- go ah-ead," his words choppy.

The sound of something, I don't know what frankly, in the background was prominent.

"I think I'm in love with Sally but I know she currently hates me. I wanna apologize but she won't let me talk to her and we have a case together. I keep thinking about all this romantic shit between us but I cannot focus on this case. We are on the side defending the murderer. A double homicide!"

"Just- just find a way to make it sound like self defense, do some field research, there has to be some way,"

"You're right Alex, thanks, I'm sorry. I barely know you but here I am, a lawyer at a top law firm crying over another girl and a case I've been so stupid with, why didn't I think of that?"

"It'll be okay Angelica, life will get better for you if it can get better for me," I heard a small sound in the background. One familiar to a giggle.

Regardless I felt just a little weight being lifted off my chest.

"Thanks Alex...and wait...you can call me Angie,"

"Really?"

"Yeah, thanks for your help, bye!"

I hung up quickly, still feeling angry with myself, but at least I could work out the case with Sally.

Alex's Pov:

"John!" I screeched as the phone hung up, slamming it down onto the pillow.

"Come on,"

"Ugh,"

"Just let me clean it up?"

"Fine,"

I layed back down on the bed letting John lick the white cream off my face and stomach.

"Gimme," I sat gesturing to him.

I tilted my head back as he transfered the cream into my mouth. I swallowed it, licking my lips.

"Without context...this would be extremely sexual," I said thinking aloud.

"How?" John asked, his mouth full of the white substance, "it's literally whipped cream,"

"I know, but like to anyone outside like watching this it would be sexual. Or maybe the readers would think its sexual, that would be if we were a book or something. Imagine?" I laughed.

"Do y'all want some Sam Adams?" Maria asked holding up a case of beer as she appeared at the door way.

"I knew I should've hid that shit somewhere else, why did I put it under my bed?" John complained getting off the bed and grabbing it from her.

"I don't drink," I said sitting up, "also, what was that doing under your bed?"

"Better question: what were you 2 just doing?"

I opened my mouth to speak, John cut me off.

"I can answer both. One, as much as I love you guys, I don't share my alcohol and I just need a little pick me up sometimes. And Maria, I was bored, had whipped cream, and he was asleep,"

"So you squirted it out on my face and my stomach?"

"...Yes," John answered taking the bottle opener from Maria. He swiftly opened it taking a sip.

"Where is Peggy?" I inquired, quickly followed by a cough seeing I was still sick.

Recovering though.

Slowly but surely, we're getting there.

"She's at the bakery, I'm currently supposed to be studying...but.....your girl needed a little pick me up herself," she smiled.

I observed Maria from afar, she was thick in all the right places not gonna lie.

But big boobs scared me.

I sighed, my eyes landing on her legs. They were smooth and looked soft.

She was wearing spandex shorts, it was winter, but who am I to judge?

A couple of days ago I was dying on the streets.

Speaking of that. I should probably leave John's place soon.

"Alex?" I heard a feminine voice say, recognizing it as Maria.

"Hmmmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just your legs look so smooth and soft and shit," I said.

Damn, I just have no filter, do I?

"Oh, you want me to teach you?"

John sipped his beer watching.

"Really?"

(Oh damn, it's been a hot minute since I last updated)