[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color]
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[color=a187be]Risa Couri[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Braun Mansion, New York State
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Each Other, A Waiter[/center][hr]

	Lucas had only been to the United States a few times, once as a tourist during his years at University, only spending his time in Los Angeles, and once more for work, infiltrating the Irish mob in Boston. Both times he'd only spent his stay within the city, so this was his first time experiencing the countryside - and he had to admit, it had a great beauty to it, but perhaps that had to do with the stunning, decadent and massive mansion he and Risa had just arrived at.

	Risa leaned back in her seat, her arm laced through Lucas's as she looked out the window. She had spent much more time in New York than he had, having to attend multiple events over the years with the U.N. She preferred D.C. but she had to admit the scenery was beautiful. Looking at the mansion as they arrived she sat up and adjusted her dress some, she hated the thing and could not wait to change; having several sets of clothing stashed in various places so she could get out of the dress as quickly as possible.

	[color=686F91][b]"Y'think they'll let me keep the car?"[/b][/color] Lucas asked idly, running his hands over the steering wheel one last time before he opened the door to step out. 

	[color=a187be]"Only if we dent it, then maybe,"[/color] she chuckled as she looked over towards him. Argus had generously provided them with a BMW i8 for the drive out to Braun's mansion, one with a few agent-worthy modifications of course, and gorgeous enough to allow Lucas and Risa to fit into the shoes they were supposed to be filling, a couple of millionaire party-goers. Closing the door behind him, he moved over to her side of the car, gently opening the door as he held a hand out toward her, a half-smile gracing his face as he watched her, waiting to help her out of the car. Rise smiled gently towards him as she rested her hand in his and stepped out of the car, her dress cascading down her body as her thick braid rested on her shoulder.

	[color=686F91][b]"Don't know why you kick up such a fuss about the dress, I think you look stunning."[/b][/color] Lucas commented idly with a smirk, closing the door behind her once she was out and locking it as he moved toward the entrance, following a few other couples in. 

	[color=a187be]"I still say you should be wearing this, would provide for a greater diversion,"[/color] she whispered against his ear.

	It wasn't hard to pick out the killers, thieves and drug lords from the other guests, they all had the same knowing looks, and each seemed far less pleased to be there than the millionaires and movie stars. The latter was a mold which Lucas fit in to surprisingly well, considering his past, a smile on his face as a waiter approached the pair, asking for any specific drinks the two desired.

	[color=686F91][b]"I'll have a glass of the best whisky on offer, on the rocks."[/b][/color] Lucas established simply, he wasn't usually one for fancy drinks, and wasn't going to conform to the stereotype by getting something as silly as a [i]Vodka Martini, shaken not stirred.[/i] Shifting his gaze over to Risa momentarily, he allowed her to make her order while he shifted his gaze over the gala, it didn't take long for him to spot Mr. Braun, the man was greeting a few of the individuals who'd come in just before them, no doubt he'd approach the two in a similar manner.

	[color=a187be]"Yes, Cognac: Martin, Louis Xiii,"[/color] she said with a curt nod before turning her attention back towards the Gala, her eyes falling on Braun.

	Hearing as the waiter gave a 'very good' to their orders and moved off, Lucas smiled as he held out his arm to Risa, letting her take it before he moved down the stairs to the main event, the sound of chatter only barely overpowering the sound of the band toward the back of the room.

	[color=686F91][b]"You went to these kind of things often? I could get used to parties like these."[/b][/color] Lucas commented as he glanced around, forgetting for a moment or two that he was there to work, not play. He'd spotted the security, larger men in the same black suits, no visible weapons but on a few, Lucas could spot the telltale lump of a concealed weapon, from the shape, he figured an MP7, or something similar, he doubted he'd end up in a gunfight that night, but the heavy armament was something to note, nonetheless.

	[color=a187be]"Yes, all too often for my tastes,"[/color] she said with a smirk as she stood there with her arm laced through his. [color=a187be]"And trust me my dear, you'll be hating it quickly I imagine, especially once you have to mingle,"[/color] she snickered. She knew how much Lucas hated the uppity types and this place was spilling over with them.

	Lucas went to make on of his usual vomiting noises, but forced himself not to at the risk of drawing some unwanted attention from the other party-goers. A momentary smirk gracing his face, he decided to repay the sort of teasing she had been giving him, leaning over to hover his lips by her ear.

	[color=686F91][b]"I'm sure it won't be all bad - some good looking women, after all."[/b][/color] Lucas smirked, shifting his gaze over to the Waiter as he returned, taking his drink with his free hand and taking a long drink, a slight and momentary sneer on his face as he felt the sharp sting of the high-class, top shelf whiskey running down his throat. 

	[color=a187be]"Yes there are, and some very handsome men. I wonder if there is a couple that would like to play tonight,"[/color] Risa said without missing a beat as she took her glass off the waiters tray and swirled it slowly as it warmed against the palm of her hand. [color=a187be]"I am sure there are some who wouldn't mind me not wearing this getup,"[/color] she said as she glanced over towards Lucas, teasing him before she took a slow sip. As much as she taunted the man, it was always in jest towards him. Neither of them seemed to take the others [i]threats[/i] seriously. Neither was the jealous type and Risa was more than secure; self confidence was something neither of them lacked.

	Braun was still eagerly chatting with a few of the other guests, not that Lucas was displeased, he had no real desire to speak to the man at all if he could avoid it, or any other guest for that matter. Just as Risa had said, his enjoyment would rapidly dissipate once he was chatting to the other snobs who were present.

	[color=686F91][b]"Y'know, everyone here looks like a near carbon-copy of Oliver,"[/b][/color] Lucas groaned quietly, forcing himself to hide the sneer which threatened to reveal itself. [color=686F91][b]"Hell, even I look like the bastard."[/b][/color] He continued in a hushed tone, glancing down to his own attire. He'd been provided with a rather fanciful velvet smoking jacket, which while visually appealing, was still a bit high-end for Lucas' taste,  the black bow tie around his neck was tight enough to be giving his neck a light squeeze, but just loose enough to be comfortable. Either way, he figured he had the better end of the deal not being in her dress.

	[color=a187be]"Hardly,"[/color] she whispered as she leaned against him, taking another sip. [color=a187be]"I'll go deal with our host, you just wait for my signal,"[/color] she said before brushing her lips against his cheek and sauntering off. Her hips swaying as she made her way over towards their host with a graceful smile playing on her lips.

* [color=red]We've skipped foward to ops now, as I said in the OOC it's purely up to you and your partner how you go about your op, when you've secured your package, pm me for details on what it contains[/color]