One shoulder shrugged as she went on digging through that purse. Never knew what kind of treasures could be hiding at the bottom. Lucinda was an old hand at these tricks and there had been some real prizes in it for her before. But Kimie, bless her heart, never asked where the pretty gold chain around her neck came from. A car not so different from this. But Luci maintained the illusion she'd gotten it the respectful way. Because that's what her girl deserved.<br/><br/>"You do too. Seems we finally got something in common." Like the one thing they shared was enough to make them friends. But the corner of her mouth lifted crookedly. Not cockiness, just good old fashioned enamorment. Love turns even the finest of specimen into idiots. Not that they used the L word. It was on the tip of both of their tongues, surely, but Luci was too squirrelly for all that.<br/><br/>It was love though. If by everything other than the name. If it walks like a duck and talks a duck and all.<br/><br/>Went on smiling as her hand mined deeper into the purse. Searched by feel and didn't quick. Wasn't after some great haul. Just something that could be easily enough lost on its own. There was something like that in every one of these bitches' designer purses. Just like there was a diamond earring with a missing back swimming around in this one. Luci took a fifty-spot off her wallet for good measure.<br/><br/>Wasn't smiling as she brought the gemstone up to further inspect it, though. No smiles for this kind of joking. She could flirt, or be crass and crude like the boys when she wanted to be, been raised up by a whole nigga. But she didn't joke where her girl was concerned. Kept Kimie as clean as she could of all of this. Wasn't squeaky clean like she was before, but no jury would ever put her away. Luci, though? They'd just see her as proof the apple didn't fall far from the tree. She'd be going to prison like her father did, and his father too.<br/><br/>"Two?" Lucinda asked as she closed the purse. Put the wallet right where it had been. Large side pocket with the clasp out. Back on the floor, where the owner had pushed it under the glove box where she thought no one would see it. Like the little thief had never even been there. The cash, the gold and jewel disappeared into her baggy pants. Her friends teased her, the fact she dressed like a dyke now. Just dressed the way she wanted. Dressed in hopes that no other man would ever lay eyes on her and want to rape her again.<br/><br/>Luci slid from the car, her bag slung over her shoulder. The door of the car closed behind her and it was like she was never even there. Suddenly she was reminded of the difference in size between she and Bi. Almond eyes swept up towards him. "I don't remember you ever taking me in before. Believe this makes strike one," she shrugged and slid her arm through the other strap on her backpack to flatten it against her back. "Go see your show, B. I'll find you this week, when I've got more news to share," she promised. Always had been good for it, and she would be this time too. Wasn't going down because of some dirty cop.