[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/MJO2qSh.png[/img]
[h1][color=8882be]Strong as Ed. Slick as Eddy. Natural Double D.[/color][/h1][/center]

Oh, this was cruel. She had to put a stop to this. She had wielded Lawnslot a handful of times in combat class - and even on their mission this morning, which already felt like a lifetime ago - and she recognized the sheer work and craftsmanship that had gone into it. Plus building Ben a new tonfa from scratch was gonna seriously cut into her [TBA] plans for the weekend. What if she wanted to improve on Lawnslot? Or go out shopping? Or...or...on the other hand...

[hider=The Thought Process Begins][img]http://i.imgur.com/dOR6JRO.png[/img][/hider]

Ben was notoriously easy-going. If she tried to return Lawnslot to him, he would only force her to take it, bet or no bet. And more likely than not, if she didn't accept this bet, he would only come back with one even crazier. Soon, he would end up betting vital organs. A kidney. A spleen. One or both testicles.

[i][color=8882be](Wait, I own those!)[/color][/i]

Taking a badass weapon she could improve on [s](or flip for profit)[/s] away from Ben was...

[color=8882be][i]...the best way of protecting his testicles![/i][/color]

She was such a great bestie.

[color=8882be]"Cap,"[/color] she said solemnly, already pulling out her wallet, [color=8882be]"you've got a bet."[/color]

Behind her Beacon Student ID and her suspended driver's license [color=8882be][i](one year and fifty one weeks to go!)[/i][/color] was a small treasure trove of business cards to be whipped out on a moment's notice. They tended to add a little bit of legitimacy to any quick smash-and-grab con job, even though any asshole could make them in a computer program or buy them on the Internet for less than ten bucks. Still. In the eclectic lighting of a club, it wasn't like the professor was gonna be able to read it anyway. She'd take her at her word. 

People liked keeping Lauren cheerful.

[color=8882be][i]Lessee here...here we go! Fashion![/i][/color]

[center][color=8882be][b]Lorena Negasi[/b][/color]
[i]Camera Technician, Atlesian Accessories[/i][/center]

...Heh heh. What a gig. Lauren kept those changing room cameras running like they were monitoring nuclear footballs. 

[center][color=8882be][b]Lorena Negasi[/b][/color]
[i]Showroom Model, Igneous Automotive[/i][/center]

That was from her last stay in Mistral. Pretty fun time, even if she wasn't that comfortable in the little black dress the dress code demanded. But at least no one ever thought to investigate the eye candy when convertibles went missing...no one except her brother, anyway.

[center][color=8882be][b]Nadia Lorena White[/b][/color]
[i]Underwear Model, VacSun[/i][/center]

[color=8882be][i]woohoo[b]hoohoo[/b] how'd that get there[/i][/color]

Better hide that one from the rest of the team.

[center][b][color=8882be]Lauren Negasi[/color][/b]
[i]Saleswoman, Vale Style Co.[/i][/center]

Aha!

[color=8882be]"Start the clock. [i]I ride."[/i][/color]

Lauren confidently pulled herself up from the booth and began approaching the bar, quickly sizing up the Beacon professor and wondering what the best way was to make her approach. She could go for the fawning gold digger routine, the confident drink plug, the interrogation expert...

[color=8882be][i]Aha.[/i][/color]

She knew just what to do.

Within eight seconds of reaching the bar, Lauren reached for Estelle's handbag, nestled safely beside her chair, and grabbed it brazenly.