[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] ARGUS HQ, Athens
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] The Tailor, Risa[/center][hr]

Lucas' experience with the tailor was going far better than Risa's. A subtle smirk on his face, Lucas looked over his outfit in the mirror which had been set up before him. After one or two unfinished attempts, which had been discarded in a much neater fashion to his left. Now, Lucas wore a deep, navy blue velvet smoking jacket, and a pair of darker trousers to match. Under the jacket was a white shirt and black bow-tie, and the tailor had been kind enough to conceal a holster around the small of his back, his thunderbolt would fit, along with a suppressor, rather snugly in a totally concealed manner. 

[color=686F91][b]"Not bad, not bad at all,"[/b][/color] Lucas commented idly with a smirk, giving himself one last look in the mirror before he stepped down from the platform set up in his quarters, shifting his gaze over to the tailor. "Athena was far less pleased with my work, i'm afraid." He commented with a smirk, seemingly still amused by Risa's displeasure.

[color=686F91][b]"It's no surprise, probably just upset she can't fit her gun anywhere."[/b][/color] Lucas commented with a chuckle, moving toward the door as the tailor began to clean up after himself.

"Either way, you'll thank me when you see the dress." The tailor said with a wry smirk, Lucas didn't give him another glance, though he certainly heard the comment as he moved out of the room and closed the door behind him. Adjusting his sleeves as he left the barracks, Lucas began to go for a wander. It didn't take long for him to hear the tell-tale clicking of Risa's heels on the floor, following the sound until he came to the source, the woman dressed to the nines - and clearly furious at what she was wearing. Lucas took a long look over the dress as he approached, much like the tailor had assumed - he wasn't complaining.

[color=686F91][b]"That definitely looks better on you than it would on me."[/b][/color] Lucas commented with a smirk as he approached her, shifting his left hand into the pocket of his trousers as he approached her, a wry grin on his face as he kept his eyes locked on her.