Erin and OPEN
Dante was gone, and Erin was angry and confused. Confused because of the kiss, and angry because she'd left her small black clutch purse on the edge of a table. Dante had pulled her away so quickly she hadn't thought of it until now.
Now, which was too late. She returned, and it wasn't fucking there.
"For FUCK'S SAKE," she snarled, her eyes pooling into bright blue spheres as her irises blended away completely. "Seriously!?" She made a mental note to stop talking to herself, and started turning in a slow circle, eyeing everyone's hands around her. There had been her cell phone in there! Her wallet (which, thankfully, had nothing in it but ID and $20; she'd left her cards at home since it was too small to hold too much), too!
That was my favorite fucking purse! she hissed, but this time, in her head.