Ambitious? Was Joel ambitious?
Or was he simply restless in every way a man can be restless? Always looking for something else to do, something else to keep himself occupied, another way to feel useful in a world that was filled with numbness. Letting the scenery pass him by always made him feel sick. Reading news article after news article about the state of the world made him feel tired. Yet to most he appeared uncaring, detached from it all; perhaps that was because he was so damn used to it by now that it was his default to turn it off.
So when another custody case ran by his desk, he read it with furrowed brows and a sort of restlessness that nearly led him to refusing it. Sometimes those cases were satisfying if he knew the kid ended up with a brighter future, but sometimes it didn't feel like enough. Yet the moment he read the note attached-- no one else was willing to take the case-- he found himself intrigued. That interest only grew as he dug through the case, accepting it before he even reached the end of the summary. No shit he would take an opportunity to take Nicholas Laslow down a couple of pegs; that guy represented precisely what was wrong with the world. How some men stood as gods when--
Maybe he wasn't used to it. It certainly never stopped his dialogue, be it external or internal, when he was furious with the way things were. It took him no time to call up his new client, though meeting at his office was a no-go; he was a damn good lawyer, mind you, but his office needed a little... work. Being an income-based attorney, he didn't make a whole lot of money, which was all fine and good when he was meeting clients who didn't expect much. But taking down Laslow? This woman needed a little more confidence than water damage and an air conditioner that only worked when it wanted to.
So he ventured into the diner and took a seat at the back corner booth like he'd arranged, glasses perched on the end of his nose as he gave the case another look. Every time the door opened he glanced up in search for his client, desperately hoping suddenly that he'd marked down the right time. He had a tendency to get a little... ah, hazy on the details.