Tony was going to sit down and work on some homework, when a thought hit him. He didn't actually have his book. Quickly moving throughout his apartment, he practically tore the place apart in an effort to find his textbook. But to no avail, and that was when panic started to take over. Retracing his steps, the young man slapped his forehead and muttered<strong>"Crap!"</strong>He remembered the last place he had left it was at Lacey's place. He wouldn't be able to do the work without the book, and this caused a sharp tinge of disappointment. He'd worked on some assignments earlier, but that was for a totally different class.<strong>"That's why you don't wait until the last minute, asshole."</strong>He groaned out before slipping into something a little more presentable than what he was wearing currently.<br/><br/>Heading back out to Lacey's, Tony was now dressed in a pair of black jeans along with a wifebeater and a red/black buttoned up shirt. He was positive that she had his book, at the very least? He might be able to get another round or two out of the gorgeous young woman. The thought alone brought an evil little grin to his face as he parked in the spot from earlier and made his way into the apartment complex once more. Navigating the hallways, Tony stopped outside of Lacey's door and knocked firmly as he waited for an answer.