Location and Opposition

The ‘courtroom’ was already set up on the stage, and you had to guess that there must have been some sort of courtroom drama play that had happened at some point in the past for the venue to have some perfect furniture. Two long, heavy desks were set up near the front for the plaintiffs and defence, while the bench desk was set up near the back of the stage for the judge, along with a court clerk and even a court reporter - though you doubted the firms had gone that far.

The rest of the hall was big and dominated the building from side to side, its tall vaulted ceiling matching the one in the lobby. It was slightly angled, leading down towards the stage, and had bench seating in the back half and then movable rows of chairs in the front, presumably for more raucous concerts. The only disruption to this was a bar along the back wall in between the two big double doors and a pair of stairwells that led up to balcony seating that hovered over the back third of the seating area and down both walls.

“Five-hundred and fifty-person capacity,” Garrison said as he led you down the aisle towards the stage. “Not that you’ll have more than a few of us lawyers here to watch. Why don’t you folks get yourselves set up, I’ll check on your opposition.”

You, Eric, Gemma and Sabrina all headed to the stairs on the side of the stage and walked up onto the platform, your feet feeling like they were extra loud on the wood panelling. Both Gemma and Sabrina were wearing heels, and they were even louder.

“Alright, let’s get sorted,” Sabrina said, heading for the table on the right. You were representing the Defendants in the case as the insurance company, with the plaintiffs suing because of the refused coverage.

Soon files were hitting the tables and getting organised, and the four of you were arranging things and murmuring to each other. You were pretty much alone in the entire hall, and yet it felt like you were in a library or some other sacred space where you were supposed to be subdued in your volume.

You were just getting the evidentiary files organised on the desk for easy reference when the doors at the back of the hall opened with a soft thoom through the space and you all looked back to see Garrison and an older woman, maybe in her late forties or early fifties, entering and talking as they lead a group of younger people.

“The opposition has arrived,” Gemma murmured.

Garrison seemed to be giving them the same spiel about the history of the place, and you wondered if maybe he’d worked in the building in his youth or something - or if he’d even performed there in a band or as an amateur stage actor. His passion for the place was palpable.

Then your opponents were directed to the stage to get ready as Garrison and the woman headed towards the back again, talking more quietly.

There were five of them to your four, though you had to admit that if Andy had been part of the team he wouldn’t exactly have been adding anything helpful - and possibly even would have hindered you. That reminded you that you needed to ask Eric if he’d ever followed up with the unfortunate stoner, but you were a little busy sizing up the competition.

All five of them looked around your age, so they were likely either about to be college seniors like yourselves or were already graduated and heading to law school. The one in the lead was a blonde guy who looked like he would have fit the mould for ‘pompous school quarterback’ in a high school drama movie. He even had the little dimple giving him a butt-chin. The second person right behind him was a stacked brunette, maybe a little squatly built but not in a fat way. She was dressed in a pantsuit but there was no hiding the absolutely ginormous tits she was hauling around under her blouse and jacket even with her being buttoned all the way up to her neck. After her was a tall, skinny blonde girl with a bit of a lanky gait and a serious near-scowl as she looked back at you, and then a guy with mousy brown hair, slumped posture and his hands in his pockets. The last person in the line was a shorter, pale girl with curly dark brown hair and a sort of aloof expression, though the thing that stood out about her was her super dark lipstick that would have almost been black if not for the hint of burgundy. She gave you gothy vibes immediately.

Then Sabrina hit you. Not hard, but under the table on your leg, repeatedly.

“What?” you asked, turning to her.

Sabrina’s eyes were wide and she leaned in sitting next to you at the table, bringing her lips right to your ear.

“That girl does OnlyFans!” she whispered, barely containing her surprise.

“What?” you asked, dropping your voice to barely even a whisper. You glanced back at the five interns as they were heading to the Plaintiff’s table. Both of the brunettes were attractive enough that you could see them doing it, while the blonde seemed more like the ‘and the heavens shall open and smite all the sinners’ type. “Which one?”

“With the boobs,” Sabrina whispered back. “I’ve seen some of her clips. That’s definitely her.”

“Well, fuck,” you whispered back, glancing one more time. The girl had to be… what letter did they stop bra sizes at? You wouldn’t have been surprised if half her body weight was in her tits. She also had a cute and pretty face, done up in a pretty but not over-the-top way.

This was, technically, a point of leverage.

“We say nothing, right?” you asked Sabrina.

Sabrina nodded fervently. “I just couldn’t not say something.”

“OK,” you whispered back. If someone tried to leverage Sabrina because they found out about her you would be furious. There was no way you would do that to someone else.

You pushed your chair back and stood up, looking at Gemma on the other side of you and Eric beyond her. “Alright,” you said. “Let’s go introduce ourselves to opposing counsel?”

“Sounds good,” Gemma agreed, standing up with you, followed by the others.

It was time to meet the enemy.

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