[center][h1][color=a187be]Risa Couri[/color]
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[color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Barracks Lounge, ARGUS HQ, Athens
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Each Other[/center][hr]

	Risa had pretty much tuned out what was going on around her while the others were being briefed; thumbing through a file she had been given the night before. It was filled with a transcript of a conversation that has been recorded; given to her to translate. 

	As her and Lucas came up to be briefed she slowly lifted her eyes from the papers; eyeing Hephaestus as he filled them in. Her hand stilling as she closed the file and rested her hand on it. She didn't say anything, only giving a slight nod as she took the tablet from Lucas; a small smirk playing on her lips as she rose and clutched both the tablet and file against her chest.

	[color=a187be]"Just have to poke the bear don't you?"[/color] she said flatly towards Lucas, but there was a lilt in her voice he would know well that meant she was anything but serious at that moment.

	[color=a187be]"I have an idea, why don't you wear the dress this time and I wear the suit. You have the legs for it. Well, once we give you a proper waxing,"[/color] she quipped as she followed him out of the room and made their way to the study.

	[color=686F91][b]"Flattered as I am, and as spectacular of an idea as that is, I'm going to go ahead and insist I get the suit, 'sides - as gorgeous as I am, I don't think I'd compete to you in a dress."[/b][/color] He commented with a sly wink.

	Closing the door behind them she turned and shrugged as she tossed the file and tablet down on the table. Stepping over to him she sat down on the arm of the chair and chuckled.

	[color=a187be]"You know for their whole [i]it's against regulations to fraternize with co-workers,"[/i][/color] she said imitating Hephaestus, [color=a187be]"you'd think they wouldn't assign us to a gala where us posing as a couple would be the simplest means of infiltration."[/color]

	Lucas smirked as he leaned back on the chair, resting his head back against the top of it, head tilted upward so his gaze focused on hers. An amused chuckle escaped his lips at her comment, giving a slight shrug as he laced his fingers together, resting his hands over his stomach comfortably.

	[color=686F91][b]"Maybe we ought to take it as 'unofficial permission' - or at the very least use it as an excuse next time Hephaestus brings it up... Good impression, by the way, really captured the whole 'robot' attitude he's got."[/b][/color] Lucas' trademark smirk remained on his face as he watched Risa, taking a moment or two to think before he spoke up once more.

	[color=a187be]"Yeah, unofficial permission, fine then we'll have to make sure we can make it believable,"[/color] she chuckled as she reached over and picked the tablet up from where she had tossed it on the table.

	[color=686F91][b]"Or maybe that was their whole plan, it'd be the easiest way to infiltrate generally, and they probably figured we'd be able to pull it off more convincingly than the others. After all, there's no way I'd be able to pass that off with someone like [i]Yuuna[/i]"[/b][/color] He shuddered visibly as he mentioned the Japanese agent, he was aware of Risa's close relationship with Yuuna, but he figured that with the amount Yuuna and Lucas complained about eachother behind their backs, she would have to have been used to it by now.

	[color=a187be]"I may just pretend to be sick so I can watch you trying to be lovely with my bestie,"[/color] she teased. The thought alone nearly made her break out in laughter. [color=a187be]"Or perhaps I should see if Oliver would rather attend the Gala with me,"[/color] she taunted, knowing how Lucas felt about the man.

	Replying with little more than a long groan and a few faked vomit noises, Lucas gently snatched the tablet from Risa to look over it once more, going through any of the information he might've missed before. Risa could only smirk at his noises. Scrolling through the information they'd been provided, a basic layout of the mansion, a dossier on Mr. Braun, the invitation to the gala, and finally some information on the package.

	[color=686F91][b]"Package shouldn't be hard to sneak out, only about the size of an A4 envelope, but no doubt it'll be in a secure area of the mansion, my money's on an office - kind of place he won't want guests wanderin'."[/b][/color] Lucas thought allowed, simply expecting Risa to pipe in with any suggestion or comment.

	[color=a187be]"Seems simple enough, I can work on Braun, keep him occupied while you,"[/color] she began, running her fingers through his hair, [color=a187be]"find what we are looking for. Even with an envelope the size of an A4, I doubt I could hide it in the dress,"[/color] she said rolling her eyes.

	Nodding his head, he allowed the woman's fingers to slide through his hair. Lucas was usually fairly protective of his hair, it was perhaps the only part of his appearance he took special care with, but he'd learned to let Risa mess with it herself.  Reaching over to the table beside their seat, he set the tablet down on it, elbows resting on the arms of the chair as he looked back up to her.

	[color=686F91][b]"Sounds like a plan, most of Braun's security will probably be watching him, so anyone he's got over by the office I can probably deal with quietly enough."[/b][/color] He nodded once firmly, a look on his face as if he were saying 'not bad' - satisfied so far with hte plan the two had come up with.

	[color=a187be]"I am sure you can handle things, now for me to find a dress to wear,"[/color] she said making a visible shudder and mimicking Lucas's vomiting noises. [color=a187be]"I still say you should wear the dress,"[/color] she sniggered as she sat there, glancing towards him out of the corner of her eye.

	[color=686F91][b]"I'm sure Hephaestus has one on-hand somewhere, he seems like the type."[/b][/color] Lucas smirked, amused both by his own comment and by Risa's mimicking him, Risa had to cover her mouth to stifle the gaffaw that came t of her mouth. [color=686F91][b]"And never going to happen, not without a fair few drinks, first."[/b][/color] Lucas concluded in a matter-of-fact manner, shifting slightly so he sat forward, moving his hand to idly rest it on her knee as he looked up at her.

	[color=686F91][b]"You think I'd need a different suit?"[/b][/color] He questioned suddenly, glancing down to the one he was wearing, his personal ARGUS suit, black with white stripes and - while quite fancy, certainly more business-like than formal. [color=686F91][b]"Can't say I've ever actually been to a gala before."[/b][/color]

	[color=a187be]"Yes, a tuxedo for such an event in New York with this class. I've had to attend several when I worked for the U.N. Put on your best Oliver,"[/color] she teased as she leaned over.

	[color=686F91][b]"My best Oliver? So be a pretentious, snobby wanker? Great - i'm going to have a [i]ball[/i]."[/b][/color] He chuckled at his own comment, both for the fact he was insulting Oliver, and for his rather terrible pun.

	[color=a187be]"I'm going to go ahead and get my fitting over with,"[/color] she grumbled before kissing him softly. Rising from her place she grabbed the file she has been working on earlier and headed for the door.

	[color=a187be]"That is unless you'd rather take my measurements,"[/color] she teased, giving a little coy glance over her shoulder before slipping out. She had a feeling if she stayed he'd take her up on the offer.

	Gently returning the kiss, Lucas chuckled as he moved to stand, watching Risa make her way over to the door before he heard her last comment, making a face of mulling the thought over. [color=686F91][b]"Well..."[/b][/color] He started to speak before she made her way out, the man letting out another chuckle as he picked up the tablet once more, moving off to get his own outfit for the gala.