Prissy brunette aside, Chrissy was sure she would score big and become a model. She had the subtle curves for it of course, and the face for it as well. The pig headed streak in her kept her from seeing anything but dollar signs and delusions. What she didn't have for a career like that.. was the attitude. Far too jaded for her age, Chrissy was high strung, and always on edge. For her not to see any warning signs was so far out of character for her, though her emotions were digging at her, pulling her vision shut and keeping it tunnelled so that she could only focus on that carrot at the end of her stick.<br/><br/>She bumped along next to him, vaguely aware of the party around her, and she pushed that sense of unease at leaving with someone other than her ride out of her mind. She wouldn't need a ride if things went right for her at the slummed up interview. Besides, one thing she knew well was the skeezy side of things.