You dream of trading place, I have been changing faces, you cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose. . .<br/><br/>A pink pointed tongue swept neatly over thin, chapped lips, as Lawrence's eyes looked around the seedy bar, where, in his own mind he had drawn all attention. But why wouldn't they stare? After all, he was someone everyone wanted to know; everyone wanted to talk to, the single person that could hold the attention of anyone he wished; Male, female or otherwise. "Be careful what you wish for..." And once more, that tongue slithered from the protective confines of his lips, to sweep lightly across the earlobe of some unfortunate female; who by now, was trembling. Her fingers gripped at the thin fabric of his shirt; her nails prodded into his skin with a delightful bite. Baby, I'm like heroin. Once you've had a taste you always want more... And onto those lips, slid an impish grin, and Lawrence unwound the girl's arms from around his waist, and pulled her face from his neck; where her teeth and tongue had once been teasing. "Sweetheart, in your fucking dreams..." And with a quiet chuckle, he moved easily from between the stools; dark eyes glancing around the seedy little bar with disgust.<br/><br/>Did he really expect to find anyone worth toying with in this shit hole of an establishment?<br/><br/>One more glance was given towards the female, as he leaned over, and grabbed his leather jacket from the back of the stool. Confusion had swept of her unattractive features. Lawrence could still smell the dirty stench that came from the whore. And from the bar he walked into the streets of New York. Sirens squealed loudly from the various patrol cars that had been dispatched in an attempt to catch a drunk driver whom they had been chasing for a good hour and a half. Shit, surely they would have caught them by now? But across the sidewalk he dandered; boots tapping quietly upon the concrete.