"Let's get straight to it (to it). Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)"
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Durk has never been so bored in his entire fucking life.
Chin propped up on a fist, he watches through half-lidded eyes as his lawyer paces back and forth across the room, probably walking a line into the floor.
To him the meeting is a little pointless - he hasn't done anything and he has no cases open, pending or otherwise - Larkin, however, seems to think the world is ending or some shit, the nigga has been talking for the better part of two hours.
Durk had tried, in the beginning, to follow along. He pays Larkin a lot of fucking money to do his job and so far the man has gotten him out of a lot of difficult situations, but then he started saying a bunch of shit Durk doesn't care to understand so he'd kind of tuned him out.
That seems to have been a mistake because now the man is staring at him expectantly.
When he just blinks at him Larkin momentarily closes his eyes, exasperation coloring the lines around his mouth.
Durk doesn't know why it's funny but he has to turn away, coughing into his fist to mask the way his lips twitch up into an amused smile.
Larkin sighs and slides a piece of paper over to Durk, setting a pen on top of it.
"I'm glad you're finding joy in this situation Mr. Banks, but Williams wants to press charges and that means you'll have to postpone your tour, seeing as you can't leave the state until your trial is over."
What the fuck?
"Who the fuck - pressing charges for what? I haven't done anything." Sitting up in his chair, Durk snatches up the paper and scans its contents.
Carter Williams - Aggravated assault
"Does the fucking idiot have proof? Cause I ain't fought nobody since the last time I was in court - he's lying."
"The state of Illinois is investigating, but you'll still have to show up in court, the state is still a bit wary since you're fresh off that gun case."
He raises an eyebrow, setting the report back on the table. "I beat that case."
"I know, but the stigma around this sort of thing takes time to die down, especially because you're so well known."
Larkin eyes him wearily, inching back in and Durk is surprised to find that he'd been perched on the edge of his chair, fist clenched. Relaxing, he gestures toward the allegation. "How long is this shit gonna take?"
"You might want to clear the rest of your schedule Mr. Banks."
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By the time he walks out of the law firm the sun is cradling the horizon, painting everything outside the car window gold.
