Most of those who were in power and wealth, had it because they'd been born with that silver spoon in their mouth. Ashe may have been more accommodating if she'd had love and support, but maybe not. There wasn't anything she could change about what she'd been born into, but she'd spit out that spoon and run away with him because she cared so much more about what he had to offer with nothing than all the wealth in the world.
She takes a deep drag from the cigarillo, pulling the smoke into her mouth and letting it linger for a moment while she dared to remember what he'd tasted like at the party. "No, I'm stubborn as a mule and twice as ornery. And what can I say, I like a challenge and a little danger makes the success of it all that much more rewardin'. " The easy way had always bored her and a life of crime was definitely filled with its thrills. There were other avenues that she could explore, but no desk job would have ever satisfied her. The only issue here was that Deerington didn't play by the normal rules and so she was navigating uncharted territory. As of yet, it hadn't thrown a challenge at her that she couldn't handle, but it seemed to be trying.
Especially when it came to Jesse.
She meets his gaze, and thoughts of the work and the warehouse slip away for a moment, while he considers him. She takes another drag from the cigarillo before handing it back. "I'm bein' careful, careful as I can. Doin' my best to get out of each situation with minimal damage, for everyone involved. It ain't my goal to hurt people." She just didn't always care or think much about the impact her choices and business matters had on others. If she came out on top, that just meant she'd managed to not be the one hurt. "Maybe that means I'm more than just your average bad guy or villain. But I certainly ain't the good guy."
She was struggling to break the gaze, didn't even want to look away. There is a real softness to his eyes and she's drawn to it. "What is you're always sayin'? Maybe I'm not good, maybe I'm not bad, but I certainly ain't ugly? Didn't you use to say somethin' like that?"
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She takes a deep drag from the cigarillo, pulling the smoke into her mouth and letting it linger for a moment while she dared to remember what he'd tasted like at the party. "No, I'm stubborn as a mule and twice as ornery. And what can I say, I like a challenge and a little danger makes the success of it all that much more rewardin'. " The easy way had always bored her and a life of crime was definitely filled with its thrills. There were other avenues that she could explore, but no desk job would have ever satisfied her. The only issue here was that Deerington didn't play by the normal rules and so she was navigating uncharted territory. As of yet, it hadn't thrown a challenge at her that she couldn't handle, but it seemed to be trying.
Especially when it came to Jesse.
She meets his gaze, and thoughts of the work and the warehouse slip away for a moment, while he considers him. She takes another drag from the cigarillo before handing it back. "I'm bein' careful, careful as I can. Doin' my best to get out of each situation with minimal damage, for everyone involved. It ain't my goal to hurt people." She just didn't always care or think much about the impact her choices and business matters had on others. If she came out on top, that just meant she'd managed to not be the one hurt. "Maybe that means I'm more than just your average bad guy or villain. But I certainly ain't the good guy."
She was struggling to break the gaze, didn't even want to look away. There is a real softness to his eyes and she's drawn to it. "What is you're always sayin'? Maybe I'm not good, maybe I'm not bad, but I certainly ain't ugly? Didn't you use to say somethin' like that?"