"I'm more or less trying to get away from the waitress. She doesn't seem too friendly. And I wanna see your vinyls. Haven't ever seen one before." He smiles at Ryver.

"I guess so if you heard it as one" He chuckles and takes a bite from his pizza. "But I suppose it's whatever you want it to be." After taking a few bites he sets it down and leans back in his seat. "So, when do you wanna leave?"

"Absolutely, you can never go wrong with a good Elvis song. Beatles are a classic band as well." Gene takes a bite and sets down his slice. "I'd love to go and look at your vinyls." As he says that he realizes how that could be taken out of context and just takes another sip of his water to draw attention away from it.

"Well I've been looking up a couple of dogs, nothing too set in stone right now. As for parents, none that live here. They're back in the states. And no, I don't have a girlfriend if that's what you're hinting at." Gene smirks as he grabs a slice and puts it on a plate for Ryver. "What type of music are you into? 80's rock, 90's grunge.." Gene sets back against the booth. "You look like a.... Alt Rock."

"Well at least there's no boyfriend." Gene looks at Ryver and unintentionally the waitress comes back with their drinks. "Thank you ma'am." Gene clears his throats and takes a sip of his water before setting it down. "So what kind of fish do you have?"

Gene steadily agrees and asks for a plain water before looking back at Ryver. "She seemed kinda mad didn't she?" Gene chuckles. "So... Is there any boyfriend that I should worry about if I drive you home? I don't wanna get attacked." Gene smiles.

"Yeah, lets go." Gene grabs his coat and walks with Ryver into the resturant with her. He gets them a table and sets his jacket next to them. "I guess after we eat I can take you home if you'd like."

"This world is just a stage, and we are the actors.. I don't know where I heard that from." Gene pulls the car up to the sidewalk and put the car in park. "So, how is that coffee stain doing?" Gene panics and says anything to break the silence

"Well that's for them to decide. What I think could be best for one person may not be best for another. And if the finalization of that vote decides that my vote should be outweighed.. Then that's how it has to be. I only wanna help the people." Gene starts to relax a bit more now that he's talking about politics and work. "The pizzas are pretty good. A bit pricey for a medium but still pretty good pizza." Gene looks at the dashboard. "So why a lawyer? What brought up the desire for protection of random strangers?" He looks forward, thinking about how that applies to him also.

"Usually all I'm doing is filling out forms. And even then it wouldn't be up to me, the actions of one man doesn't determine the fate of the world. At least that's my philosophy on it." Gene hears the faint buzz from her phone. "So, you got any family around here? Dad, mom?"

"Well, there is this pizza joint. We could go there for lunch and then I can drop you off. Sound good?" Gene puts his turn signal on and turns left towards the pizza joint. His eyes piercing forwards as he itches his stubble.

"It's fine.. Why don't we just go and get something to eat... And don't make a joke out of that." Gene chuckles before looking back at the road. "So what do you say? You wanna go and get something to eat before I drop you off?

Gene sits in his car, his eyes staring directly in front of him. It seemed like nothing could snap him out of his trance. His nose filled with her perfume and the smell of the match she put out. "I honestly have no idea what just happened." His confused look turns to stern as he puts the car in drive. He drives down the street and rolls down the window. "It's gonna get colder, might as well hop in. We can go and check out some of the sights."

Gene looks over at her with a confused look. "Are you sure? I mean we have to be almost there right?" Gene parks the car and turns off the engine. "Are you alright?"

"We may. The Government is a big place with many branches." Gene keeps his eyes on the road and tenses up. "Are you attempting to flirt with me?" He looks over at her, smoke rushing from the burning tobacco.

"Not at all." Gene offers her one of his cigarettes to her. "And about the briefcase. I just have these financial papers detailing plans about taxing and economic stability within our marketplace. Then I have my documents and notes for other laws I plan on proposing." Gene lights up at the thought Ryver may be interested in his work and perks up from his usual laid back and tired nature.

"Well, I'll have to show you around some time. And I would have no problem taking you home. I'll go and turn the heat on." Gene walks over to his car and unlocks his door. He tosses his briefcase in the backseat and starts the car. "Alright, let's turn this on." He quickly turns the heat up more and puts his jacket in the back seat.

"Often the decisions that are thought as the good ones, are usually not the ones we end up wanting." Gene takes a puff before putting it out. "So, are you new here? Or have you been here for a while?" Gene nervously asks.

Gene stand up and puts his coat on, he smiles at Ryver and trails behind her to wait outside. As he sits on the steps he gets another text from his step brother and ignores it. He takes out a pack of cigarettes and packs them before taking one out and lighting it. Seeing Ryver he walks over to her "Fantastic case, if I hadn't known you were a lawyer I would've sworn that it was a movie.. Good job."

Gene walks into the courtroom with his shirt sleeves rolled up, jacket across his lap and his leg crossed. He sits in the front so he can hear her case well. "Alright, let's see what case you've got." He whispers to himself. Gene looks at his watch noticing it's only 11:00 am. He rests his arm down and pays close attention to what is in front of him.

"No, I've been there a few times to meet some of the lawyers and judges there. I hope you don't mind if I sit back and watch." Gene turns his radio back on to have AC/DC turned down low. He put his car in drive and goes straight to the courthouse. "How late are you? Because depending on that, we could go and get you a different shirt. Or you could just use my coat to cover up the stain. Some of the judges there base their verdicts on appearance and execution."

Gene rolls down the window. "Absolutely, hop in." Gene turns off the radio and turns up the heat just a bit. He unlocks the doors and waits for Ryver to get in.

"Well, we'll have to do this again sometime." Gene sits in the booth and sips his coffee. His phone vibrates, a text from his brother in law. He takes his food to go and gets in his car. His briefcase setting in the passenger seat. He turns the radio on to a Classic Rock station where Van Halen starts playing, Ain't Talkin Bout Love comes on. "Really? That's just ridiculous."

They're always a welcomed edition to bands. Freddie Mercury, Eddie Van Halen and a lot of others. Pianos and guitars go very well.

"Well.." Gene sits down and looks at Ryver. "Originally I'm from Myrtle Beach, Carolina. But my father moved me away and by time I was 18 I was already in London getting my education." Gene smiles at Ryver, noticing her small quirk. "You know, you don't have to be nervous for doing research. That's what your job consists of doesn't it?" Gene let's off a small smirk before ordering Ryver another coffee.