Izzy wiped the wet hair from her forehead and shrugged rain from her jacket, then with damp fingers opened her wallet wider to pull out two bills.  Franklin's puckered face caught a drop of the rain but he didn't seem to mind too terribly, and Izzy folded the bills over each other between long fingers that sported short, but French-tipped, nails.  "Keep pushing and I'll think about it," she said, her lips curling at the corner into a smug little grin.<br/><br/>In the dim light, a blue tattoo of a bird was visible on the back of the hand as held the folded bills for display.  "You can earn this, right now."  She flicked her eyes over the girl again, pursed her lips as if in careful consideration.  "No fucking necessary."  She tucked the bills into her jacket, keeping one hand free and ready, then returned her wallet to the hip pocket of her dark jeans.  "But you'll have to listen to more bullshit."<br/><br/>Widening her stance and taking a half step back, Izzy gave Ashleigh a chance-- probably fifty-fifty-- to break away at this distance.  She folded her arms over her chest and watched the girl carefully.  "Not a 'God damn lecture,' though... just some bullshit."<br/><br/>She tilted her face toward the alley's opening.  "I need a coffee.  Early breakfast maybe."  Turning her body, she snapped her gaze back to Ashleigh.  "Two hundred for half an hour, and you don't even get stabbed or fucked.  You in?"<br/><br/>