It was all about the look. The way the seams met the right proportions on the body. The way the shoulders and chest popped to accentuate the masculine figure. It's where anyone and everyone was going, and not just the snazzy looking smooth criminals who left togged to the bricks. The business was also in altering suits and whatever else to let people know who ran with who, and who you'd end up fucking with if you wanted a bigger piece of cake to chew a whole through.

The place wasn't exactly the stationary bricks and wood place you'd usually find someone in this line of business either. You'd be in your own cave and Disturbed would come to you. All you'd needed to do is hit the blower and give the low down and within no time you'd be ready to have a wing-a-ding-ding at your local romp. That, or riding passenger with your chopper out the window filling someone with daylight. Each to their own, and Disturbed tailored each client in their own very unique style.

There was one down side to doing business with the tailor of all tailors though. Disturbed was a little whacky. Why? Cause there was nothin' in it for the best in the business. You kept all your moolah, all of it, as it wasn't about the cabbage for this cat. It was all about the love of the suit, and boy did those wearing them fuckn love it!

Whacky or not, I know where I'm going when I need my suit altered. How bout you?

It wasn't that long ago Artus had read the old newspaper, desperately waiting for a new edition to be released so that he could catch up with the ongoings of each city. He'd often go through his stages of being quiet and not talking to many people, mainly just because he was making all that cash for his small projects he had going on. Who doesn't love money eh?

There was talk of suit business going on in Las Vegas somewhere so he heard, he figured a new suit would be good for him, show a fresh new look and maybe make a few more connection of his own for certain things which we don't speak of. Artus would look good in a new suit, it may even help with approaching all those single women out there floating around. He needed a piece of action, it had been a while, too long for him even to remember when he had a good woman showing him new techniques and what not.

Hearing where these suits would be, he made his way to the location, only to be met with a small form to complete instead. Takes the piss, people knew that Artus had trouble writing at times, this slightly frustrated him but still, he got on with it as this suit sounded interesting.

He grabs the form and completes it, then begins to wanders off.

"I hope I looked good." He says to himself.

Axel noticed Artus kicking about in his new, very pimped the fuck out suit. It was amazing what a little thread and material could do, he thought. Even though he was quite impressed with his own uniquely styled outfit to very specific requirements, hand made from imported Italian material, he couldn't help but stare at the guy as he passed by. He even felt the urge to stalk him a little, as his personal profile was now 'tits out' as they called it.

Resisting the urge, Axel simply gave the man a nod and a compliment.

"Looking togged to the bricks, I must say." Axel threw out, resisting the urge to use the word sexy. He'd never called another pants wearer that word before, but he was damn close.

Artus heard word that his suit was finished and ready to wear, he was a little excited when opening his telegram, he couldn't believe it was done so quick. The excitement was flowing through him, he'd heard how good the suit maker was through his bloodline but he had never really thought about changing suits before. His suit always suited him, and people knew who he was, it would be strange to be wearing something else but change can sometimes be for the better.

Heading back to where he completed his forms, he looked for Axel who was the main salesman of the entire suit making. His suit was handed to him, with so much excitement and eagerness to see the suit, he finds a dark spot and removes his old one replacing it with this new one. There was no mirror to check to see how he looked, but just the look on Axels face said it all really. Looking togged to the bricks. Artus felt really amazing in the suit, it was so soft and didn't irritate him like most clothing did. They do say when you look good, you feel good.

Artus made his way back to his home so he could really check himself out and see how he looked, on his way home that he had passed numerous people. They all stopped and stared at him, a few even told him he looked badass, that is exactly what he wanted to hear. Artus was feeling so damn good right now. Now indoors, he stands in front of the mirror and sees for himself how he looks to others.

"God damn!" He can't believe what he is seeing. "I look so fucking good right now. Badass even."