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Angelica batted her eyelashes at the pretty man who settled beside her, taking the offered business card with a flirtatious comment and biting down on the guilt she was feeling in regard to Blake as she slipped the card into her bra cup, the only pocket that she had. [i]Sorry, cupcake. It’s just for a mission.[/i] Tommy Gugliano, her knowledge supplied...an important contact to have access to, for certain. She just pretended she didn’t feel awful, meeting Patricia’s gaze very very briefly and trying for a sweet smile. 

She tried not to flinch at Vinnie’s treatment of Will. [i]don’t blow your cover don’t blow your cover.[/i] She was mildly reassured by Tommy’s discomfort, at least, glancing to him sympathetically, trying to relax back into her flirty persona. 

All sense of peace and comfort completely shattered as Brie’s voice echoed in from the next room over, and then she stalked into the room in an [i]awful[/i] facsimile of calm. She internally flinched, casting a brief, panicked look at Patricia before slamming her mask back into place, peering up at Tommy flirtatiously and steadying her breath, a hand resting delicately against her low neckline at a convenient height to draw the gaze. She pretended to be unfazed by Vinnie’s posturing, the cruelty with which he had Malady handle Brie and the goons dragging William away, forcing herself not to pay attention to anything except her racing thoughts. 

She had to buy herself some time. She couldn’t compromise the mission... she had to do this right. She had to get their intel, and get Brie and Will and then, eventually, herself out - it would take her a LOT of time, and care, but if she was careful enough she could... she could make this work until Grace and Tom and that could get to them and help. She had no idea how to tell Patricia what she was thinking; she just hoped the younger girl was good at rolling with the punches. Ideally, Patricia would try to get herself [i]out[/i], discreetly, while Angie tried still to get [i]in.[/i]

Adjusting her posture to lean in towards Tommy, letting her sheer wrap fall off a shoulder flirtatiously, she glanced up to him a bit bashfully. [color=9ed7db]”Had I known this event was so exciting, I would have come more prepared,”[/color] she murmured to him, a bit embarrassed. [color=9ed7db]”I don’t have an ID on me,”[/color] she gestured to the skin-tight outfit she wore and the lack of a purse or wristlet, [color=9ed7db]”But I am here on an invitation from Martino Bernadino...he can’t keep his mouth shut when he’s, ehem.”[/color] With a soft, flirty laugh, she mimed raising a drink to her lips, adjusting her posture again. [color=9ed7db]”Talking about all kinds of money and grandeur and excitement and even, this business of [i]dealing with[/i] heroes... it’s enough to enamor anyone, I’m sure you understand. And so I asked to tag along and see what all of this was about.”[/color] Once again she trailed off, biting her lip and trying to size up Tommy’s reaction under the guise of briefly, somewhat modestly checking him out.

[color=9ed7db]”I fear Mister Bernadino might be - feeling his drink, a bit; he excused himself to the washroom when we got here and I haven’t seen him since. Would it be possible that you could...vouch for me, in his stead? While I might appear to be a simple escort, I assure you, I have plenty of ...assets that may prove invaluable.”[/color] She bit her lip, deliberately letting some of her very real nervousness seep through and offering a smile that was equal parts sweet and sensual. 

[i]Sorry, Cupcake. I’m so sorry.[/i] She tried and failed to convince herself that she didn’t have to feel bad for acting like this while trying to salvage her cover. [i]It’s just for a mission. Just a mission. I don’t want anyone but my Cupcake. I don’t want this. It’s not - I’m not cheating, am I?[/i]