L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Pouring herself what could only be described as a sugar-filled cup of tea, rare to do such herself, Eileen would take to placing her jiggless, round rear upon the nearest piece of furniture. Lamps lit oddly low, with next to no lighting at all in the room itself, Eileen would but ponder her presence in said room as she took the gentlest of sips from her drink. Clad in what could be described as a saucy number, one hidden for the moment in a lengthy black coat, the redheads eyes fell from peculiar item to peculiar item, as she seemingly waited out the moment. Eyes to her side, analysing if there was a table from which to rest her drink upon, Eileen's eyes continued to gaze as she searched for but a resting spot.

After all. This was not her home.

*Trotting home from a particularly exhausting day, a bag of groceries dangling from his right hand, Lex fumbled for his keys deep within his jeans before finally discovering them and shoving it into the open slot.* "Can't wait to toss these in the fridge and lie the fuck..." *Upon opening the door however, he noticed the distinct, stoic glare of the voluptuous ginger as he felt a shiver run through his spine* "...just make it quick, and not in the face."

The chair from which Eileen's bouncy rear was seated in perfect position to give the male inventor a greeting, Eileen could but glare, before wiping her finger across the table to her side. Evidently ignoring Lex's statement that believed the redhead was merely there to maim him, Eileen raised the finger to her nose, looking at it almost too closely.

"Disgusting. Don't you ever clean..?" She'd tut, showing no sign of rising from her position.

"Well, if I knew I was entertaining company this place would be immaculate from top to bottom." *Unable to detect any hints of malice or terror in her voice, Lex cautiously placed the thin, plastic bag against the kitchen counter top while removing a glass bottle of champagne from within it.* "I'll pour you a glass if you promise not to beat me within an inch of my life."

Once more, apparently, Lex would find himself talking to solely his lonesome, as Eileen sought not to give him an ear for his troubles. Rising, her finger now tracing over the top of the very chair she was sat upon, Eileen would opt to cough for exaggerated effect, before turning, palm open.

There was nothing there of course, but Eileen would make a mountain out of a molehill. For whatever game she was playing.

"And what the hell...do you call this...?" She'd roar, completely ignorant of the fact Lex had offered her a drink.

"It's nice to see you too, Eileen." *Lex was well aware that his complex wasn't exactly the epitome of cleanliness, but the absurd level that the tempestuous ginger was taking it to had convinced him that trying to combat it would be futile.* "I mean, if you want to toss on a maid outfit and show me how it's done, I wouldn't have any objections."

"Pathetic..." Her turn taking a worse for wear, the concept of even equipping a maids outfit made Eileen shoot something of a monstrous glare at the man. Enough to make her pace. Towards the door that was.

Her hand on the handle, her mind-games abound, Eileen smiled with her head turned away from the male. A single swing of her knuckles, and the door itself now laid open.