<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>'Shit.'</em> Used to getting her way in the end with guys her age caused the girl to be slighted. Lacy failed to remember that tonight, she wasn't playing with some college boy. The events leading up to this moment were all so surreal. Things like these were what she thought Hollywood played up in movies. Yet it was all unfolding hastily in front of her. Which caused her to think it again. <em>'Holy fucking shit!'</em> Fransisco wasn't bullshitting about taking her home with him. And when she saw the money dropping for her great escape, it sent a thrill down her spine. The Catholic girl from Florida was now involved with a gangster. At least that was one of her assumptions. <br/><br/>She wrapped his suit jacket tighter around her. The arms of the garment too long to even attempt to poke her hands out of. As they pasted the guard at the door Lacy averted her eyes. Looking like a naughty kid that was running away from the scene of her own wreckage. "For that display of enthusiasm...what wouldn't I do to you." The nippy wind blew her hair back as they hustled to his car. She grinned deviously as she opened his suit jacket, to flash her bare chest. Concealing it quickly after. She jumped into the passenger's seat of his fast ride. Leaving the Sin Bin for the night. Hoping like hell the pay off was enough to keep her from Sayid and Connor finding out.</span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>