It was an unusually quiet afternoon in the Davis-Carlile household (The household that Amber Davis and Jack Carlile shared, the Amber Davis-Jack Carlile household.), the type of quiet that Jack had learned to be suspicious of- Amber was never quiet. The foul beast was usually quite loud, typically recording videos of their youtube channel or talking to the voices in her head (something Amber did much more frequently following the death of Queen Elizabeth, which had hit her particularly profoundly hard. She did not attend the Queen's funeral). Jack strained their ears for the soft and feminine overtones of women and animals, but alas, complete and utter silence. Jack feared that naughty Amber the scamp was up to something.
They held their breath as they approached Amber's room, the door only slightly ajar, they had no idea what they would find on the other side. They had no idea. They had no idea. "Amber," They asked, hand shaking as it reached for the doorknob, "Is everything alright in there?"
On the other side of the door stood Amber dressed to the nines in a sharp suit and tie. The suit seemed to be Prada and was the colour of raw salmon. The tie was black and it matched her black leather shoes which were Gucci. Her pants were LuLu Lemon. Their usually messy hair seemed to be brushed (for the first time in weeks, jake presumed). She smiled sheepishly at JACK, who seemed butterfly shocked. "Stay out of my room, bitch." Amber warned.
Jack's eye bugged slightly, "Whuh… uhhh…. ermmmmm… What are you wearing?" They yelped. They cried.
"I've decided to take up law!" Amber smirked, not answering Jack's question at all really.
"Oh okay, have fun i guess," Jack uttered, they didn't actually care that much. This was much milder compared to the other things Amber had deviously gotten into (also the least likely to get the IRS involved). Maybe it could even bring some money home. The Davis-Carlile household was on foodstamps.
Jack went back to where they had been sitting on the couch with their bong, but before they could huff a single puff Amber shrieked, "HEY WTF! I'M A LAWYER NOW, YOU CAN'T DO THAT AROUND ME."
"Did you even pass the bar exam?" Jack remarked. Jack could feel their eyes becoming red from the weed…
"What's the bart exam?" Amber pronounced, Jack frowned and shook their head slowly . "It doesn't matter. I was trained by a prolific professional lawyer, andddd Iv'e already got my first client!"
Jack said nothing. They were foreign.
"They found me through the billboards I put up," Amber declared.
Jack blinked slowly. They took another hit from the bong.
"THey'll be here any minute," Amber insisted.
Jake was weak.
"Which means you have to leave. I can't have your thug ass smoking chronic infront of my new client. So just fuck off." Amber vocalized.
Loose Jack made themself thick, bong and all (This is ok.) leaving Amber alone in the house. Their timing was impeccable as just after they finished there was a rather ferocious knock at the door.
Before Ambe could open the door the visitor let themself in, it was Ted.
"AMBER HOLY SHIT!" Ted exclaimed
"Hey,"
"YOU NEED TO COME TO THE COURT NOW! THERE'S BEEN A KIDNAPPING?" TED SHOUTED. Teds eyes were watering and red as if they had been crying (or stroking the bong). Their face was knotted tightly and full of sorrow.
"Oh wow no way," Amber said, wondering if this meant she would no longer be doing her client consultation. They were on a schedule tighter than Ted. "shouldn't we go to the police istead of the court?"
Ted's eyes flashed darkly, and Amber felt her heart sink. She knew what they were going to say before the words even dared to pass between his hips, "WE HAVE TO GO TO THE COURT BECAUSE THE PERSON WHO WAS KIDNAPPED… WAS SAUL GOODMAN."