Lawyers, Liars, & Lipstick

Never drunk enough to deal with the mafia

"Could you please get me another drink." Carmin whispers to the man whose lap she was sitting on. His name was Evan or Chance, something she couldn't remember. They'd met in a bar. Though she should remember his name because they met in a bar four months ago.

The man nuzzles his head into the junction between Carmin's shoulder and neck, "Of course baby." He whispers, laying a lingering kiss beneath her ear. Carmin stands from his lap, surprisingly not wobbling on the uneven ground.

Flames lit her complexion as she smiled down at him, "Thanks baby." She replied gently, brushing off leafs from his shirt from the tree they were sat under. He smiled at her with his perfect little face and saluted before turning towards the drinks.

Carmin smiled to herself, glancing at the scene around her. She hadn't been to a bonfire party since her senior year of high school. Something about adults sitting around a fire drinking and kissing and making marshmallows and smoking weed itched a part of Carmins mind.

She used men for that a lot. Peace. The chaos of her job offered her little time to relax. She felt better letting herself take off time when it was for "the search of love" versus being selfish. Carmin knew her job was important. She knew a lot of people depended on her. She made Senior Partner early in her career. When Carmin passed her LSAT's, Alexander Davidson took her on as an associate, skipping her trainee time. And after two months of just being a associate she made senior associate. Then six months later Senior Partner when Virginia, her boss, named hers for the year. 

Carmin had spent everyday since overworking herself just because Virginia had to justify her quick rise through the ranks.

So she justified knowing she felt absolutely nothing for this guy she had been on at least nine dates with. She couldn't even remember his name. But he always got Carmin drunk and she always had fun. Except tonight. Tonight, she was not drunk enough to deal with him.

"Here you are." Carmin glanced down to the blue solo cup, "No idea what it is."

She didn't even think about it when she smacked the cup out of his hand, "A blue solo cup?!" She shouted, crossing her arms. Definitely more drunk then she first thought. "That's mean."

"Hey hey hey..." Some tall broad blonde drawled, wrapping his arm around Carmins date, "Damn Jack, who's the new hotty?"

Carmin smiled, "Shut the fuck up."

The blonde clutches his hand over his heart, "Ouch. You are ripping out my heart." His scrunches up his face into a wince.

"Keir this is Carmin, my bitch." Jack introduces, laughing off his words. .

Carmin sends him a look, "Your bitch?"

Jacks eyes widen, an internal battle brewing, "You're my bitch." He states loudly, causing the music to come to a halt.

Keir drops his arm from Jack's shoulder and shoves him backwards, "I knew you'd never even make it past fucking associates." Carmin furrows her brows, stepping backwards from the scene, "a soldier doesn't disrespect their woman. A soldier where I'm their capo? They better not fucking disrespect any fucking woman. You're incredibly unlucky tonight Jack, the Capo is in town this week."

Carmin curses quietly to herself, slipping out of her heels. She was not dealing with the fucking mafia on her night off. At least she now had a valid excuse to dump Jack. "We're done." She calmly states aloud to Jack, turning to leave.

"I thought my sexy lawyer was off for the weekend." Dante saunters up towards Carmin, his voice echoing through the area, a bright smile on his face. Everyone speaks once more, knowing Dante would deal with the incident.