[center][h1][color=a187be]Risa Couri[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] ARGUS HQ, Athens
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Pundii] [/center][hr]

	Risa stopped in her tracks as she saw Lucas coming up on her, pulling the heels off quickly and pointing them at him with an [i]eat shit and die[/i] look flashing across her features. 

	She felt like one of those scantily clad women in online fantasy games. [i]Why yes, this chainmail teddy will protect me just fine[/i], yet she didn't even have the benefit of a few scattered pieces of metal dotting her extremities in the current get up.

	[color=a187be]"I will wax you,"[/color] she hissed. 

	It was no secret with the group that she hated dresses or skirts. Last mission she had to wear one she forgot to bring a change of clothing and ended up walking through headquarters in her underwear, ripping the dress apart as she walked down the hall; telling the higher ups they could at least develop some sort of bullet proof fabric if she was going to be forced to wear one on ops. 

	Heels were bad enough but at least they had a pointy end. What was she going to do with a dress? Shock someone to death? Groaning she stepped over to Lucas and shook her head slightly. 

	[color=a187be]"You know, I may push to see if we can change the male standard suit to be a kilt,"[/color] she smirked as she crossed her arms over her chest.