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David had a habit of timeliness. That made this morning even more tiresome. He sat in his seat on the bus as it loomed with a heavy groan to the opposite side of town. He’d always sat in this seat, when it was available, and due to his tardiness this morning, he found few obstacles on the bus. He pondered to himself, “Why do I make THIS a habit?” His thoughts were occupied on the shame he felt for overindulging with a bottle of scotch and a vinyl he preferred. Something about the smooth boldness of the scotches flavor matched with the serendipitous vibrations of his old vinyl comforted him. The vinyl was not music, particularly, more a collection of harmonic noises and wonderfully bright discordance sprinkled throughout. It often helped soothe his restless mind when working a case like the one he most recently fell into. “Fuck,” he voiced quietly as he considered the man he was defending. The twenty-six-year-old man had allegedly stolen a car after threatening a family with a firearm. Now David was responsible for arguing the man’s innocents but realistically, David could only hope to sway sentencing to something less, based on the defendant’s character. A heavy sigh followed his explicit as a creeping thought strayed into the forefront. “This kid is a piece of shit.” As the thought came into his mind so too did David suppress it. “Someone has to defend the indefensible,” thought David. His petty judgements and disgust with a client’s behavior are simply that. Petty. “And I am a pretty shitty defense attorney. So, I suppose we all deserve each other.” He exhaled as the bus came to a stop and the air of the brakes sounded like a horn announcing their arrival. David would get through today. As he got through each day.
Jane cast a cool smile David’s direction. She was sharply dressed in a professional length skirt and white, romantic, flowing blouse which left more to the imagination than it revealed. Her face was well structured with strong features which only enhanced her beauty. Her long blonde hair was neatly pulled back into a tight ponytail. She was a wonderfully pleasant person, but David knew that smile all to well. Of everyone in the office, she knew. Her smile was a silent nod between good friends. She knew his musk would smell of liquor and a rushed morning with only time for a quick rinse. David appreciated her and confided, what little he did share, in her. She, a stark opposite to himself, standing proud and refined was kept and well-maintained. She was a true lady of the modern era. David, constantly slouched and muddled, never knew what he’d wear the day before. He showered when necessary but often avoided the scented soaps unless a special occasion. His dark brown hair was a constant mess that he excused as style. He kept a short beard from habit rather than intent and often found himself “smell-checking” his underwear from the day before. He was a tramp. She acted as a constant reminder of his failings and worst qualities. And yet, he adored her as though a sister. It was easy to enjoy her successes and grace without spite. Aware of the contrast, he, and she, never let it muddy the waters between them. A mutual kinship from two opposing forces in this universe.