Whatever you say.
You’re actually going to have me pay you to see the evidence that you have put together? Two words, my friend. Fuck. That.
Hold on, you…you think I’d charge you for something as ordinary as money? [Reid laughed, shaking his head in disdain.] I don’t want your nickels and dimes, Archer, I want a deal. The kind that money can’t by.
I need you to keep an eye on Aryana Monroe. But you have to report back to me to tell me what she’s planning, how she’s acting. [He pauses.] That explosion that ruined her plane, but unfortunately left her intact, was not a coincidence. And I know she must’ve…done something to upset them. [Reid cuts himself off, realizing he’s said too much.] Do yu give me your word?
Reid, darling, the only reason women even come close to getting naked around you is because you pay them to or they have daddy issues. Either way they’re using you to get something out of your small dick.
Well, well. Someone’s been doing research. Let it be known that I am one of the one’s who almost died because of the fucking island, so whatever information you have, I’m sure I could assist you in trying to make it make sense.
Doesn’t change the fact that they are all…well endowed. As am I.
Look, you should swing by my place some time if you want to discuss it further. I’ve got files and charts and all sorts of things that I think you’d really benefit from seeing. [He pauses.] But it won’t come cheap.
[Mina could almost feel her legs reduce to jelly as Reid pressed his mouth to hers. It had been awhile and she had done tedious things to keep herself busy. A sad attempt to keep her mind off of him. Reading books, watching documentaries that interested her, starting arguments with people, whatever worked. It was always temporary of course and her mind was crawl back into the whirlwind of thoughts she had of him. All the worries she had melted away and she felt at ease. It was something that she would never voice, but Mina put a lot of thought into what she could do to please him outside of the world of sex. Her gloved hands ran though his hair and down the nape of his neck. Slowly, she walked backwards taking him with her and pressed herself against the wall. A smile slipped in between their kiss as she couldn’t wait to see his reaction to what she had on underneath her coat.] [ She pulled herself away from him slightly, though it felt like she had to pry herself away from him. Her heels clicked against the floor as she turned around for her back to face him. Her butt brushed up against him, teasing him slightly as her hands busied with the buttons of her coat. In no time, it fell to the floor revealing the laces of her corset. She glanced over her shoulder flirtatiously and bit her lip, awaiting his approval. ]
Aryana Monroe is not a consort of mine. All the things you’ve said about her as true, except for the fact that you forgot to add that she has nice tits. [Archer smirked.] And I assume you know what’s going around in this town? Not that I don’t care whether you’ve met Paris Hilton or not, I’m just more curious about the murderer on the lose.
Her tits are just like the rest of her; mediocre, and leaving much to be desired. But I mean, I understand why you’d think like that Archie-boy. I’ve seen more boobs by accident than you have on purpose.
I have a few theories. [He pauses, shrugging.] Well, more than theories I suppose. But I’m not willing to share them with just anyone.
[Archer pouted, leaning back in his chair and shaking his head.]
I can’t know exactly who you mean, since you tend to have a lot of enemies. But since I only “consort” with Birdie, and she’s gone missing, I’m only going think that it’s her you’re talking about.
Birdie is too timid and useful to be my enemy. I’m referring to Aryana Monroe. All sass, no ass? You know the one. [He grabs hold of his coffee.] She’s an airhead heiress who, unfortunately, thinks she has a clue what’s going on in this town. Honestly, her stupidity gives Paris Hilton a run for her money, and I’ve met the girl.
[ The bass of the music vibrated against the walls causing the items on Mina’s dresser to shake. She hummed along to the music as she finished up her eye liner and put on her lip gloss.] I’m telling you to loosen up my buttons baby, but you keep frontin’ [ Confidently, she looked at her reflection and adjusted her corset, pushing her breasts up. She winked at herself and slid into her high black heels. Turning around, she snuck another glance at herself. Excitement surged through her as she felt the music and the way she looked. The outfit she bought for Reid was perfect. The tights showed off her legs and she knew how much he liked garters. But the corset part was her favorite. It was different and hugged her body in all the right places. It was different, an old look that still had its sex appeal. Her outfit matched the burlesque music that played in the background and she couldn’t help but sway her hips as she looked through her closet for her long black jacket.] Take a chance, do recognize that this could be yours..
[Finally, Mina reached Reid’s house. Before she knocked on the door, she looked down and pulled on her jacket to reveal her cleavage. Her thick curly hair was straightened in bombshell curls. All the confidence she left with out the house slightly disappeared as she stared at his door. Pushing aside her doubts, she knocked at the door loudly. Seeing him open it, she pulled her lip in slightly with her teeth.] Where’s the bed?
[Reid wasn’t used to being surprised. In fact, he’d often argue that he hated surprises because of his desire to remain in control of every situation. Sexual surprises, of course, were different. Or maybe he was just romanticizing it because most of the women he’d bedded had about as much creativity and intellect as a grapefruit. Regardless, he was both excited and a little dismayed by the idea of what Mina had in store for him. He set aside the mirror of chalky white substance, knowing that it would decrease his ability to perform. His dependence on it was also making everything sharp around the edges, and he only intended to fill his mind and eyes with soft curves for the night. Downing a little scotch to assuage his mildly sharp disposition, he smoothed over the black pinstripe pants and cream coloured shirt he’d changed into after the little mishap at Little Asteria with Aryana Monroe. Running a hand through his hair, Reid checked his messages. Everyone in town had been dead lately, even Mandy wasn’t assailing him with her usual frenzy of random snapchats and texts. He felt tension fill his being as he furrowed his brows and contemplated messaging her.
It all flooded out of him, however when he heard a knock on the door. Taking another drink of scotch quickly, he stood up from the sturdy black, leather chair, and made his way to the entrance, swinging it open. When he saw Mina, Reid felt his mouth go dry. She looked like every man’s wet dream, but to him there was something more to it. He hadn’t seen her in a while, due to business trips and benders and such, but he realized in that moment that he had…well, actually missed her. His jaw clenched at the realization, even as he began to feel saliva returning to his mouth. He couldn’t help but smirk at her no nonsense greeting. No, “Hi, how have you been?” or “Good to see you, may I come in” could be expected of her. She was straight to the point, always had been. But then again, so was he. He yanked her forward by her coat-front, pulling her into the house and crushed his mouth to hers.]