He couldn't get her ass out of his mind. It had been 4 days and it was still imprinted on his eyes in several not-suitable-for-work situations. He grunted and hunched over his desk, ruffling his hair. It was 5. He had one hour until he got off and he couldn't get her ass out of his God dammed mind. This was unprofessional.

He hadn't planned for this to happen when he went to her office building. He thought it was just the usual meet up he arranged before he went into court, hoping to pick up on behavioral tics to help him with in trial, just to get the gist of how they, the offending lawyer, did things. Albarn wasn't as he expected.

Her reputation in court was nothing short of flawless. She was a genius, safe to say, so he didn't expect the unconditional outburst from her when he approached her. She was fiery and had a short temper. He could use that against her. What he couldn't use was the way her feline eyes pierced green, or the curve of her butt, the way her lips pursed in a tiny "o", all imbedded into his head. That was against him. He sighed.

Lately, Soul had been too busy for any activity outside of sleeping, including relieving any sexual needs. Sure he had wanked a couple in the shower but he hadn't gotten any action outside of his right hand. What he needed was some real sex. Some hardcore, no playing, all real sex. And all he could think about was that fucking woman and her dumb legs and stupid butt. He knew his thoughts of her were purely because of sexual uninvolvement, but he would be dammed if he didn't dream of her tonight. He pushed his hair back and slouched in his chair. He could afford the hour, it wasn't like he was actually working anyway.

Soul gathered his things, calling the Vietnamese place around the corner from his house. They'd memorized his order, he had been buying the same dish at the same time for a year.

"Soul? Ain't it a bit early?" Sid asked, a tone of worry in his deep voice. They had gotten close after Soul had gotten inappropriately drunk and spilled his life story to Sid.

"Couldn't work, too many distractions"

"Got anything to do with that case of yours tomorrow?"

"Mmm," he shoved his hand over his face, "Something like that."

Soul was there in 20, eating to his delight and home in an hour. He entered his apartment complex, high on food and dragging his feet.

He walked in, sore from nothing, and kicked off his shoes, hanging his coat on the couch. He knew tonight was going to be rough. He turned on his coffee maker and grabbed the case files from his bag, shoving them on the coffee table. He slouched on the couch for a minute, staring at the manila folder wondering that maybe if he looked it would disappear. It didn't.

He grabbed it, scanning the pages, going over the info that he already knew. The case was rough, his client had next to no excuse but Soul had a way of pulling things from thin air. The contract Albarn's guy had signed for employment had expired 2 days before the guy had officially not payed him They had it, for sure.

The next day soul was ready, dressed in his usual asthetic, charcoal suit, hair in his best possible control. He had gone over this case about 5 times before pathetically crawling into bed at 2. He drove to court, running on about 3 cups of black coffee, miserable because he just wanted to go back home and sleep. But this would be good for his reputation, winning against Albarn. It would give more meaning to his name.

He met his patient outside the halls, talked over the plan, told him to try his best to avoid answering questions. They walked in and there she was. Butt better than he had remembered somehow, ash blond hair in a bun and calculating eyes. His confidence dropped a couple notches.

"Alright, everyone take your seats. Offender is Joshua Burgundy, violated crime code 257: pay to employers, victim: Hugo Nagoya. Ms. Albarn you may begin."

She stood and paced back and forth across the tile, heels clacking, explaining her clients case. Soul was mesmerized by her ability to persuade so well. His time to describe his clients case had come, and although Albarn was good, he had a way with words.

He called Hugo, her Client to the stand first. He questioned, made him give details but he never went farther than what Soul asked him, he had been trained well. Albarn looked pissed. Make stood up.

"May I call Mr. Burgundy to the stand please,"

"Request accepted"

Maka glanced at Soul, throwing daggers at him and he flinched a little.

Jason went to the stand, " please state your position at Enco Enterprises."

"Death city location, managing chief."

"Yes and would you mind telling me how you were accepted for that occupation."

Joshua narrowed his eyes "I worked there and they promoted me. I worked very hard for my current job, ma'am." Soul didn't like where this was going.

"Yes I'm sure. And when they hired you were they aware of your criminal record?" Shit. He had a criminal record?

"Objection your honor," he called " Relevancy."

"Wrap it up Albarn"

"Yes, your honor. Now, Mr. Burgundy please answer"

"Y-yes, they did."

"So they were aware you sexually molested-"

"Objection!"

"Albarn sit down."

She smirked and held her hands up, retreating to her seat.

They had taken a big blow off of that one but still, Soul was confident. He called up Hugo, grabbing the paper in his hands.

"Mr. Nagoya, can you please confirm this for me. Is this the employment contract you signed?"

He looked at it, curiosity spread on his face. "Yes?"

"Good, now can you please confirm for me the date on this contract on page 13 that is February 11th, 2015."

"Y-Yes."

"And now can you read for me the entire sentence."

"Objection, your honor. He can do it himself," Soul looked over at his shoulder to see a surprisingly calm Maka Albarn.

"Read the damn sentence, Evans."

He chuckled a bit, giving a charming smile, despite his wariness. "Yes of course," he cleared his throat. "Signed by Hugo James Nagoya, this person's employment contract ends on December 31st of 2014, two days before Mr. Burgundy failed to pay Nagoya." Murmurs occurred behind him in the jury.

The judge looked over at Hugo, "Is this true?"

"Yes, it is..."

"Dismissed," said Soul and Hugo went to go sit down but Albarn called Hugo back to the stand.

"Mr. Nagoya can you confirm that this is the employment contract you signed."

"Y-yes?" Hugo had no idea what was happening. Soul was on the same boat.

"Great now if everyone could turn to page 9 of the contract, in the last paragraph the text states: Signed by Hugo James Nagoya, this person will be given payment one month after end of employment."

The court room was silent. Soul flipped to the page, scrambling to see if what she had stated was true. Soul cursed under his breath when he saw it. She fucked them over, last second. It seemed like seconds until the jury voted and the loud noise of the hammer rang out his defeat.

Everyone gathered their things and he was last in the courtroom. He wanted to say it didn't matter, that he still got paid but the humiliation of his first defeat sucked. He sighed and walked towards the big wooden doors but flinched in surprise when he saw Maka Albarn standing right behind it. She lifted an eyebrow. "Forgot my coat."

"Oh fuck off," he sighed.

"Yikes, little feisty there," you could tell she basked in her glory. He growled a bit under his breath, and she did the least expected thing Maka Albarn could do. She blushed and as his eyebrows raised she scowled, and push past him back into the court room.

He gained back his composure, "Yikes," he grinned, "Little feisty there."