Jace nodded as Al spoke.  He figured the man, kid really, was from the streets.  He had that look of starved want about him.  That watchful stillness.<br/><br/><br/>"You don't say...streets huh?  We'll we all gotta come from somewhere."  His gravely voice held no malice, just fact.  "As to the fact on if you need my protection or not.  It took me a second's look at you... nah," he amended, "Half a second's look at ya to tell you needed protecting."<br/><br/><br/>Jumping down again.  He went to his desk and grabbed a pack of cigarettes.  Pulling out two he lit them both and gave one to Al.  Lighting it was his way of saying it wasn't a bribe or a gift, just a smoke.  "Hell, on the streets, it's fucking rough, but you got a lot of running space."  He looked first left, then right, then taking a long drag, held the smoke deep in his lungs before answering, "Ain't no where to run to here babe."  his voice was thick with the effort to hold the smoke and with the truth of his words.<br/><br/><br/>"Besides, you are a pretty one.  No way you are gonna make it without being made prison friendly."  Jace let his eyes roam up and down Al in discernment.  "No," he half smile as he took another puff, "and it will be fast."  Jace took the last puff off of his smoke and rising from his seat added, "Up to you kid."  He shrugged.  "Offer's good for a little while at least."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>________________________________________________________________<br/>*to be made prison friendly is to be made to engage in sexual acts