Tis the Damn Season || Legends of Tomorrow

1. don't trust british men in trench coats

[pre-season 1]
❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

Ivy Lin sat in the middle of her office chair in Willens and Kohl, one of the many private law firms in Central City. She shut the book on her desk, staring at the person who sat opposite her, Belle Odile, the other paralegal at the firm. "Did you know I have five papers due next week?" she asked the girl. "Five! I fucking hate law school," Ivy hissed. "Why are we writing papers anyways? It doesn't make any sense. I am twenty-six years old. I should be spending my Friday nights out at bars. Not shut in my apartment racking up a shit ton of student loans!"

        Belle tilted her head at the girl across from her, "Which is why you've declined my invitation to go out for the past few weeks?" she asked.

        Ivy thought for a second, "I-I haven't done that," she said defensively.

        Belle raised her eyebrow, "Three weeks ago, you claimed that you were out with a bad bout of the flu. Two weeks ago you said that you needed to go dogsit. Last week you said you were 'too tired' and now you have five papers?" she listed off. "Ivy, you realize how ridiculous that sounds, right?"

        "It's not ridiculous," Ivy said sheepishly. "I'm just extremely busy," she finished.

        "Excuses, excuses," Belle teased.

        Ivy scoffed, "Shut up-" she started, but her voice trailed off when someone approached their cubicles.

        "What the fuck are you two doing?" Jonathon Bassen said, crossing his arms at the two young women. Jonathon was one of the newest hires at Willens and Kohl who thought he was better than everyone else, even though Belle and Ivy had been there longer than him. He was technically above them since he was a lawyer and the two were paralegals, but he was still an asshole, and Ivy despised him. He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for their answers.

        Belle and Ivy exchanged annoyed glances, "Working, Bassen," Belle retorted. "You should try it sometime."

        Jonathon surveyed them with narrowed eyes. "Looks like you are hard at work there," he said sarcastically.

        Ivy rolled her eyes, looking up at him. "Just cut to the chase, Bassen, what do you want?"

        "For you two to do actual work, for once," Jonathon retorted. "So, who wants to make a call to Laurel Lance in Star City, and who wants to go to CCPD and talk to this, Barry Allen, character?"

        "And why can't you do it, Mr. Hardworker?" Belle asked, clearly mocking the man in front of her.

        Jonathon scoffed, "Because I don't get paid to do paralegal shit," he said bluntly. "That's why we have you two. So, who wants to do what?"