David's POV “Court number 104!” The judge called out in a bored tone.That was my number so I sat up, turning back to search for my lawyer through the crowd.Thayor Brandson didn't disappoint, waving his hands wildly through the air as he dashed to the front to accompany me.Thanks to my foresight, I made sure to wash my hands clean of anything that could potentially tie my hands to this case whatsoever.That includes getting a good ass lawyer who was able to argue my case enough, as well as properly greasing some palms along the way and here we are…on my way to bail.“You ready?” Brandson sidled up to me, selling cigarettes and bourbon.I tried not to feel apprehensive about that, hoping he wouldn't go and fuck this up for me now.“Yeah, I'm good with this.” He nodded, pulling me along but I hesitated. “Are you sure…you're good to go like this?”The guy was clueless. “Is something wrong with the way I dressed?”“No, I was talking about the fact that you're still high, and I'm pretty
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