<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"It's up to you to stop Ralph before he gets to Renea..."</span>Lea looked up to Carlos with a dirty look.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Oh sure, let's just build on the pressure..."</span>she muttered grumpily as she shoved on the items Carlos has suggested she wear.<span style="font-style: italic">"...Why is she the sole provider for her kids? Her husband ran away?"</span>Lea shook her head,<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "No. He went to jail for murder. He got into a bar fight with a guy who kept messin' with Renea and accidentally killed him. Always had issues with being a bit overprotective. They wouldn't reduce the charges to man slaughter and the lawyer they had was a drunk...and now Renea is a stripper because she doesn't believe she can do anything else. That, and the money is better than most minimum wage jobs..." <br/></span><br/>Lea hadn't needed to explain the whole story to Carlos, but her nerves had forced her. Between not having a hit and not drinking the past couple of days had her all out of sorts.<br/><br/>Carlos' voice cut through her thoughts and she looked up as if on surprise,<span style="font-style: italic"> "Do you need a drink, Lea?"</span>For a moment Lea wasn't sure if Carlos was trying to test her, but reasoned that he would not waste precious time on silly psychological games. He probably had meant what he said and she probably would function better having a sip of something. Perhaps it was all in her head, but that confidence boost in her abilities could very well mean life or death.<br/><br/>After a small pause, Lea looked up and nodded.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Yea. I think I do,"</span>she replied. She didn't look particularly happy or excited about the drink, but more so as if she were ashamed. Which she was, really. The fact that she didn't feel confident enough without a drink made her heart sting a little.<br/><br/>She was done getting dressed and grabbed a taser from her purse. She put her gun and switch blade in easy to reach, yet unnoticeable places. She stood in front of Carlos looking briefly like the dedicated officer she had once been.