"Greetings! You've reached Larry Paul. If you want me as a lawyer, you are very much out of luck - as I am now an unemployed slob. I jest. I own a bar. If you need me, leave a message. If you need Sammy...well he's at school, but I suppose you can leave him a message here as well."

(Conact us both here.)

{I...don't know. Something came over me to try and write them again. We'll see how it goes. Cora, as always, is penthouselawyer and used without permission but love. Sam is pianoman_jr and mine to use. I think it's set in Not A Love Song verse? It's changed names so much over the years I don't even know anymore. More simply put, themverse.}


Larry walked in the front door to hear shouting. It wasn't angry shouting, but it was shouting.

"You've got got be kidding me!" Cora's voice echoed down the hall.

"I'm not saying one is better than the other! I'm only saying this one has merit," Sam argued back. Larry moved down the hallway towards their voices.

"Actually, you did say this one might be better. Those were your words."

"There's nothing wrong with trying to improve a classic!"

"You don't screw with classics, Sam. They're called classics for a reason."

( .... )

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{For paradisa. This is just something that had to get out. Takes place after this.}

"I’m terrified that I can’t fix this. That this is just who I am." ~Olivia Dunham (Fringe)

Larry left Fred's room with his journal in his hand, and his fingers gripped to it tightly. There was a grip, slow release, and an even tighter grip. It flexed in his hand, much like his thoughts in his head.

He moved towards the elevator and punched the button with a little too much force. Something had been burning low in him all night, and it only started to push higher the longer he and Fred talked.

( .... )

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Long time no see, Lawyer Rachel. So long in fact that the question just begs to be asked:

Hear any good lawyer jokes lately?

"I don't really trust myself. I failed as a father, I failed as a husband. I would be lying if I said I understood what makes me fail. The biggest lie of all would be to say that I'd never fail again." (422, Home)

"I have an ex-girlfriend who is the mother of my child. I have an ex-wife that I'm still close with. These women, however much I failed them, they're still in my life! ...you would be wrong. On relationships, I'm a two-time loser. Maybe I'm just afraid of strike three." (422, Home)