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She's not exactly someone who blends in to society now is she? A ravishing beauty in her own right, Gracie's certainly harnessed the best of her parents' genes, and she's learned to use them to her advantage. Grace pivots through the crowd of the busy casino, as poised as her inner-ballerina, target on-point. She's found the manager, at least the one Tommy's left in charge for the time being. Her charm in place, of course she weasels her way into a lower level position, serving drinks and taking pictures, 'wowing' the patrons so they'd continue to return. The thing is, she may appear nimble, but Grace is far from it, burdened by her harsh upbringing and everything she's left behind.

So, when one 'gentleman' places his hand a little too far down her skirt after her many assertive 'NO's or 'No Thank You's go ignored, a broken finger sets the place a frenzy. That's right - she'd bent his hand back just so, dislocating his thumb and index finger, a little maneuver she'd practiced before obtaining her job here.

"You little bitch!" the man attempts to whimper, his speech slurring, after all he's downed a substantial amount of whisky. As far as damage control, the security guards swirl, Gracie is escorted back to the kitchen where questioning commences. She's prepared for the fight of her life, to be quite honest, men always raising their hands and voices, it's familiar territory. And yet, here she is, no one is screaming, no one is telling her to get the fuck out... she's being tended to.

"You know, if Tommy were here, he would probably do away with 'em himself Miss Gracie." one of the wait staff speaks, offering her a lit cigarette, to which she places between her lips mid-giggle. "I wouldn't know I've never met him." she coos with a dreamy, very old-English lip.

     She’s used to being hit on -- not to come off as entirely pompous or conceited, she’s merely ...aware of her abilities. Sure, as any ‘pretty girl’ she utilizies her talents to another degree to get what she desires, however, Gracie is an extremely dedicated, hard worker. In fact, everything she owns is of her own volition, her own riches -- NOT her parents. And she very much prides herself on that. It’s not everyday you have an opportunity to make it on your own set apart from the ones who were supposed to love you most. But, it is Gracie’s lot in life.       She’s not a cheerleader, she doesn’t have time for it - working full-time will do that, take from the ‘fun’ parts of being a 17-year-old and spiral you into adulthood. Yes, she’s a model-slash-actress-slash...whatever. But that doesn’t mean she is inherently daft, in fact, she’s one of the most intelligible people you will ever come across...which is why her expression rests upon partially offended and shocked when Nate Jacobs approaches her yet again. 

          “Wha-- NO! I will NOT sleep with you!” 

     Gracie had been a long time patron of the Met. In between her various odd-job photo-shoots on the steps, near or within the park, she’d make it a point to take a trip inside the museum. Of course, that led to the inevitable trip to the gift shop where she’d become accustomed to bantering with the sweetest man alive. Today, she’d been working on an ad for Calvin Klein -- dawning the infamous jeans, she steps into the facility with an elegance, honestly on the look-out for Steven. She’d even brought him a plate from ‘craft services’.             “Hey you! Hungry?”