Re: log: flash/felicity hang at the lab
A cushy life came with enough cash to soften life. It bought cars and it bought private chefs, it bought time away from prying eyes and it bought handmade suits. A cushy life had enough cash to bribe enough corrupt people that you weren't bothered and that wasn't part of Felicity's deal. It was crime, the kind so organized it practically had its own insignia that could pay off those kinds of bills.
"Because he wanted to sell me out to get it." She tossed back copper-red hair and she smiled blithely, as if it didn't burn and sting. "What he wanted was to put me on the hook for an art deal with his old cronies. And he'd practically stitched it up. They would bust him out, buy off a guard or something, and he'd deliver something big enough to make it worthwhile. Or he'd deliver me."