Her eyebrows lifted at his news. "Shit, you moving up in the world, 'ey, B?" Luci asked and a smile made its brief appearance. They always had something. A push and pull. A dance. She liked Bi, only she liked him better at a distance. But she could play along like she had to. Wasn't like she hadn't spent the first three quarters of her life playing Straight Girl™. Might as well put all the good practice to use.<br/><br/>Act was less convincing by the day. Hadn't ever really fooled her dad. Being with Kimie was helping her grow into herself. Her true self. Didn't need to put up no façade, her girl liked her the way she was. Never felt more free, wearing what she wanted to wear, going where she wanted to go, and loving who she loved. Started talking like a nigga too, after nana died. But she and B still had a good rapport. Mostly.<br/><br/>Didn't like finding him without any morsels to feed him, though. That was the deal. Information for her continued freedom. And just now her pockets were empty. Not a crumb.<br/><br/>Couldn't let them see you sweat. He'd made no actual move to stop her and so she stashed her tools. Car was already open. She was quick. Faster than her daddy by the time he got himself locked up. "Good for you. Some of us, we still out running that rat race," Luci said and ducked into the car. They had leftovers from some nice restaurant on the center console. The kind of place where they wrap the food up for you. "So you can get yo' ass down or keep on walking before you get my ass caught for real. I got rent to pay," she said as she leaned over to the passengers seat to grab the purse she'd been hunting.<br/><br/>Some big leather Coach thing. Heavy too, no wonder they'd left it in the car. Dug in it like she knew there'd be some candy for her at the bottom. Only stole from those who she knew wouldn't miss it. Most wouldn't even known she had ever been there. Lucinda fancied herself a criminal with morality. Like stealing from the rich made her better than the nigga mugging passers-by indiscriminately. Gotta find some way to justify the shit we do. Helped to believe that she was some hood Robin Hood.<br/><br/>He was joking, but it still made her take pause. Didn't like to joke like that. But Luci didn't like to let anyone see her sweat. Especially not some nigga like Bi Hun Moul. So she pulled that wallet out, but didn't open it. Instead she set it on her thigh and leaned out the door towards him. "Really, B, this where you draw the line? Or you just wanna see me in those cuffs?" Luci asked and gave him another brief smile Wanted to be friendly, but she didn't trust him.<br/><br/>Hands extended towards him. Wrists up and together like she was waiting to be cuffed. When the small flame of his lighter illuminated his face in the dark. Made him look sinister. Didn't make her feel like joking anymore. Lucinda quickly brought her hands back. "Sorry, babe, you're just not my type," she gulped. "You missin' some things," she said as her dark eyes swept down him. "Got too much of others," she shrugged. Nah, didn't care for penetration at<i>all</i>since her assault. But she smirked at him like she thought she was funny.