The lid of Eros' zippo closed with a familiar click, taming the red flame within with just one small 'click'. She sat, right leg crossed over her left, as a puff of smoke blew from her mouth into the cold, night air, the cloud of toxic chemicals blending with it's surroundings until it had dissipated completely, leaving no trace it was ever actually there. That's how Eros liked to be, intrusive and toxic, only to disappear minutes later with no signs that she'd even been there in the first place. Unfortunately, however, the only thing she had in common with the smoke was the cigarette it'd come from, as it was currently residing in her hand, placed lazily between two bony fingers as she leaned back in her chair, one eyebrow lazily raised at the guy in front of her. It was a man she knew well - Reed Clarke, in the flesh. Honestly, she had no idea why he was here, but something about him seemed to reek desperation but, then again, that could've just been the cheap cologne he insisted on wearing when he went out to 'pull' girls. 

"'ight, I know what you did, and I know that the chances of hearing anything that even sounds like sorry from you is about as likely as pigs hijacking a jet and flying to Mars, but I just wanted you to know that you owe me, bitch. The crap you stole? It's actually worth something to some people because, unlike you, some people do actually care about something other than how they look in the mir-" he was interrupted by a puff of smoke blowing in his face, disrupting his speech for long enough so Eros could stand up, pulling the flimsy nightgown she had on tighter to ensure she wasn't showing skin without intending to. Her face was pulled into a pout, lips painted a bright shade of red in a stark contrast to her almost porcelain skin, as she slowly faced him, a long sigh escaping her lips. 

"Reed," she began, pout slowly dropping to form a disappointed frown, "I didn't take anything of yours, no drugs, no nothing, so get the fuck out of here and leave me alone, will ya?" The words fell off her tongue effortlessly, even the dirtiest of words sounding almost velvety. That was the trick, to sound like you meant what you were saying, no matter how big the lie. Sure, maybe she'd stolen some of his stuff, but she'd doubted he'd miss it. Besides, taking a woman's necklace you were sure he'd never wear in his life practically counted as 'nothing', right? She sure as hell thought so. She offered him a small smile, taking another long drag of the cigarette as her gaze lifted to look him in the eye, almost daring him to call her out on the lies. 

"I think you forget that I know you, Ero. I know the way you act when you want to pretend you're right, or that you're telling the truth, I know how you pretend to be so very, very confident about absolutely everything, even when you're quaking in your six inch heels; I know you," he replied quickly, the volume of his voice dropping quieter and quieter with every word as one hand stretched out to Eros, pulling at the strings of her nightie to pull her closer to him, not stopping until the pair were uncomfortably close, Reed's breath warm and wet against her neck. His hands somehow moved to her hips, running his fingers along the fabric of the nightie, tracing invisible lines into her skin. "I know you." His gaze lifted to meet hers then, blue eyes meeting green eyes before he leaned in to kiss her, only to be greeted by an eruption pain in his downstairs area, Eros having kneed him in the balls. 

"I think you forget that I'm not your whore," was all she said, taking a step away from the figure that had now fallen to the ground, clutching his privates like his life depended on it. Dainty feet deftly walked over to the door, pulling on an oversized black parka to cover her nightie, hands ditching the cigarette to a glass ash tray in favor of the coats pockets. She knew she probably looked like some kind of hooker, but she honestly didn't care. She quickly slipped on a pair of strappy black heels and turned back to look at him, cocky smile spreading over her lips.
"If you find it, you can have it. But if you're still here when I get back, or if I find anything that's not yours missing, I won't hesitate to shoot you in the head, okay?" She purred, grabbing her keys out of the bowl next to the door before slipping out into the night, the door slamming shut behind her. She'd pay for leaving him in there alone, she already knew that, but she wasn't all that bothered - Reed didn't even register when it came to dangerous people in the South. It was time for an evening adventure, she thought, just as long as she didn't accidentally get herself killed along the way.