This is why Clem employs a chauffeur: Clem & Evie
Clem was out dancing. Girl didn't have many interests that weren't dancing or shopping, and nights off were too late for spending money in the pretty Fashion District shops. So, tonight was dancing. All dolled up in pink, cream leather boots to her thighs, and she looked real pretty in her white fur coat. Real as could be, that fur, and rabbit mommas crying somewhere Clem wasn't even concerned with.
Now, girl normally used a driver. The Marconi had a chauffeur on retainer for the building, same as any good Family did, but Clem was feeling impatient, and she wanted to get on home. Might be Jake, who she was always fussing over in her head, and wanting to see he was sleeping and warm. Or might be Shane and Graham and things there, or the baby she was trying real hard not to think on much. But she wanted to get on home, and she didn't feel like waiting on a car. It wasn't real far, and Clem was plain entitled enough to think no one would dare mess with the likes of her.
To be fair, it wasn't her anyone was messing with; she just walked up on it while checking for chips in her manicure under the streetlights.
The woman a few feet in front of her was homeless; Clem was sure of it. Homeless, and she had a real unfortunate haircut, on account of Clem not thinking girls should cut their hair up like boys. But she was filthy, the woman, and a criminal, if the looks of that gun in her hand meant a thing.
Clem figured she wasn't scared of the gun her ownself; she was Family protected. The boys threw down their money, and Clem stood real still, ready to declare herself a real important Marconi asset if that crazy, bad-haired homeless woman even thought about turning that gun on her.
"Honey, use that to buy you some conditioner and some EOS for that lip. Cotton candy's my favorite, but you might want some of the medicated tangerine." Clem, she wasn't real well versed on the homeless.