Marcus and Babydoll continue toward their office.
NEIL FREDERICKS, 32, white, noblesse oblige of a hip patrician wasp, brushes past them with wet hair to get to his office, past Jeanne’s. He pushes in the door and vomits into his own trash can.
Marcus smirks. "Monkey Barrel give you food poisoning again? You need to stop going there."
Neil wipes his face with pieces of paper he grabs from his standing desk. "Who is this?"
"This my new intern Babydoll."
"Babydoll?" says Neil. "You tryna learn how to practice law? From HIM?
"Trying to," says Babydoll.
Neil sighs big. He still looks like he may have to run to the bathroom any minute. "It’s just a disgusting humanity salad. Very little law in what we do."
"Very little law in what HE do," says Marcus.
Marcus keeps moving. Babydoll follows, circling the office loop back toward the front just as --
CARTER BRANCH, 58, white, blows into the office front door like a dirt devil, finishing up a cell phone call. Commanding southern gent lawyer. He's their dad, their boss, their mentor and their slave driver.
Carter points at Marcus and says "Da'Quan got popped."
Carter heads toward his office in a frenzy. Lawyers from all over the office make a beeline to hear about what happened.