Lukas looked over at the woman, "having a rough day I'm guessing?" He took in her appearance, the black dress with the one long sleeve. Digging into his formal pants and brining out a lighter, sliding it across the bar. "Keep it I don't really need them anyway don't smoke really," he was wearing a dark blue shirt his leather jacket laying on the stool next to him some black pants along with brown boots. His pistol was concealed under his shirt, he didn't go anywhere without it. Looking up to the tv just to see the news, reading the head line *the hale pack is still somewhere out there but no one can seem to find the people that are the members of the old mafia.*