<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Conner's bungling entrance distracted Lacy's nerves a little. She even managed a slight smile as she watched him break make up that belonged to her friend. “And Lacey, umm sorry about your makeup." "It's fine." She swated the air lightly in gesture to her remark. Then once again wrapped her arms tightly around herself. "Listen, the CFO of AIG is in town tonight and will be here. He likes your type and he has just gotten a big bonus, so he’ll have some money.” Lacy's brows furrowed at the thought. <em>'AIG? This guy's gonna be old.'</em> Lacy thought to herself. It sent a twitch through her body that Connor read as a shiver from the cold. “If you are cold have a shot of absinthe.  It’ll warm ya.” "You <em>do</em> realize that I'm nineteen. Won't you guys have the liquor commission up your ass if I get hammered?" There were many more questions the girl had. But absinthe was the first that came to mind. The least embarrassing.<br/><br/>As Conner kept talking, Lacy craned her neck to peek outside. The man he was motioning their attention to <em>did</em> have a gaudy pinky ring on. Like he was some sort of 'Don'. It made Lacy's anxiety skyrocket. "Forget what I said earlier...about my age." She walked to the small liquor cart in their dressing room and took a giant gulp of absinthe, straight from the bottle. "So...the guy I'm... She wasn't sure what words to use, 'hosting', 'entertaining', 'escorting.' Sh she just skipped it all together. "He's not a sex fiend or anything like that is he? Cause-well...this is my first night and I just... Her shoulders shrugged, hoping Connor would get the hint.</span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>