Transformers Prime - Hazy

Lab

Jasmine walked downstairs, pausing in the living room and glancing to the left and seeing Akane in the kitchen.

Jasmine: "I suppose you're the one who brought me home?"

He just shrugged, back still turned as he tended to whatever it was he did. Making coffee or something, probably.

Akane: "Jimmy called. I retrieved."

She rolled her eyes. It figured. Some days she felt like a burden for him. Akane was paid well, of course, but she felt like all her oddball behavior was uncalled for. She just couldn't help herself some days, though.

~General Narration: Angel~

Once again, Angel had a blue envelope resting in her purse. Orion was certainly persistent, she'd give him that, but a letter every day? Was he really going to write that frequently?

She sighed, walking down the street when her phone rang. It was Jasmine.

And she'd had a bit of a slip last night . . . She listened intently over the hum of activity. Apparently there'd been a . . . situation. And Jasmine had used the strings again . . . she sighed, knowing she'd only done it with the safety of the girls in mind. But now she had more to do.

After everything was explained in detail, Angel continued her walk, stopping by the lawyer office she'd made far too many visits to, breezing up five stories of stairs and knocking on the large, wooden door embroidered with a gold plate reading "Thomas Miller".

Angela: "TOM-MY! OPEN U-UP! IT'S YOUR FAVORITE PERSON EV-ER!"

An audible groan came from inside, followed by series of footsteps until the door finally opened, revealing a tall brunette man with brown eyes in a black suit.

Tom: "What is it, Angela?"

She scoffed, examining her nails in mock superiority.

Angela: "Don't you know? Why do I EVER come knocking at your door?"

He sighed, putting a hand to his forehead.

Tom: "Jasmine had another slip?"

Angel smiled, looking up at him.

Angela: "And we have a legal run to make, so suck it up, take the money and perform your duties as the best lawyer in Cali! That status is EXACTLY why your duties are needed in the first place, so get over it, you get paid better than any other lawyer in the country, Sweetheart."

He nodded, knowing it was true. This was the only client that he had frequently dropped all other things for.

Sadly enough, it was rare that he saw the client herself. It was usually only Angela that he saw. He hadn't seen Jasmine herself for months.

They made their way to the set, and waited for girls know as MYT. Tom was never particularly thrilled about these runs, but he had made the effort to get the job done.

They'd been waiting for a few minutes by the time the girls had shown up, and they'd obviously been in some crazy conversation, something about 'zen' when they noticed Angela and her companion.

Angela: "Hello girls."

She said as they approached. Tanisha stared in confusion, but no one said anything about the the presence of Thomas.

Meggy: "Hi, Angela."

Yistina: "Hi-hi!"

Yistina chirped. Angela gestured to the brown-haired, brown-eyed man at her side.

Angela: "This is Tom. Jasmine's lawyer."

She was interrupted by the Thomas. She usually was when she was informal with titles. Which is why she always made a point to call him "Tommy" instead of "Mr. Miller".