[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200907/82450f7a2767a8095506f68eab4cfe91.png[/img][/center][center]40 / Male / Bar Owner[/center][center]Location: Metal Gear Liquid • Tags: N/A[/center]

[I]Very slick, Mr. Hanson.[/I]

Luke smiled, satisfied his small plan had worked. As the officer was jotting down his information for the report, he'd offered not only his business phone number, but his personal one as well. And it was obvious by the text message from her that she'd taken a liking to him as well. Of course, if she didn't then it wouldn't have mattered too much. Luke didn't have much trouble with women, and it was due to a combination of both his looks and his personality. But that's just who he was, he didn't try all that hard and some women in particular were attracted to that. 

[I]Please, call me Luke. I don't want to take you away from work so we'll talk later.[/I] He put the phone away and resumed his work, finishing up bringing down the chairs on the main floor. Luckily, that idiot hadn't managed to enter the bar and destroy it, or take whatever it is he was after, who knew. The paramedics were taking him to the hospital with the two officers in tow, that much he'd been told. Luke then headed to his office, his mind set on looking at some security equipment online. He'd also call one of his employees to come in a little earlier as Luke was debating running some quick errands.