Yellow car

Jason grins a little. Yeah, well... anyone else I'd warn not to be scared of him. But I don't think I need to warn you of that.

He shakes his head and dives into work. Speaking of which, we going separate, or am I driving?


Brian's eyes narrow as Angelica starts in about Charlotte marrying him, his face growing red. First, he was upset he had to be here at all, then to be standing here while his new wife got chewed out in front of Reese and Con... He'd known Angelica wouldn't be happy, but Charlotte didn't deserve this, and now was not the time for this kind of petty argument.

"You only think it's crazy because it's something you wouldn't do," Bret intervenes pointedly, his eyes on Angelica. "Just because you've given up on love doesn't mean your sister has to."

He stands tall, unashamed of their choice, and pulls Charlotte even closer to his side. "I'm your brother-in-law now whether you like it or not. But quite frankly, that's not the issue right now. If you want to spout off about our personal lives, and argue about domestic matters in the office, then I guess I can't stop you. But that's not why we came. We came because I'm in trouble and I've been wrongly accused. We trust you to be able to help, and we trust your abilities. If you're not willing to help, then by all means, simply say so and I'll get a public defender to see my case. But if you can set aside your personal feelings for a moment, act like an adult, and treat us like adults, I think everybody in this room would appreciate it."

Bret takes a deep breath as he finishes, knowing that his statement would either bring resolution or wrath. He wasn't sure which it would.

Con stand by, looking between the newlyweds to Angelica to Reese, and back again. He was staying out of this one, and just being moral support if needed.

Reese lifts his eyebrows at Bret's boldness, and glances towards Angelica. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Bret made sense, and at least right now, was undoubtedly genuine. Reese clears his throat a little, trying to break up the tension, but allowing Angelica to speak first.


A yellow car parks on the side of the road. She stares at her map, drawing out the lines with her finger, and turning the map so North is up. Squinting, she finally looks up again at the road sign. It looked like she had about another hour and a half to go.

Setting the map down, she pulls back out onto the road, her tires squealing as adrenaline controls her actions.