lipstick, red wine, long nights / joining / it's a lifestyle

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[glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Unlike Lucky, beauty was something Stryker could vibe with. To him, the aesthetic of the area set the mood and allowed the environment shift to whatever it's influences were. For example, while the Pitt was rather dull of the sorts look-wise, it did have it's undertones. Later on, that'll change. The ardent did have some plans to spruce the place up. For now they were stuck with the temples and the looming desert in the distance. In the meantime, hopefully this stranger didn't make them seem like pansies... Literally and figuratively.

Rolling up from behind Luciano, the lion let his neon gaze wander over the appearance of the newfound rouge. So far they haven't responded to Lucky's words. Stryker was not too intent on butting in yet.