<span style="font-size: 12px">It wasn't uncommon to find Ryan Kelly wandering the streets beyond the times that bars were closing and clubs were shutting down. Walking or skating the streets until outstanding hours, she often kept her Chevelle parked in the lot behind her apartment building unless the distance was too great for her legs to manage. Sleeping at night proved to be a difficult feat for her, tossing and turning from aches of matches she occasionally won but generally lost. Refusing to medicate with more than just liquor or weed, she braved the storm and ignored the screaming of her legs to take to the streets instead. If she couldn't sleep, she didn't just want to sit around in her apartment. Fresh air and the city lights at night seemed to be just what the doctor ordered. <br/>
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Dressed in jeans artistically torn and stonewashed in their pale blue, the loose grey Wasted Youth tank top peeked ink on her ribs and a plain black sports bra beneath that compacted her chest more than it barely afforded without it. Her faded grey converse scuffed over the sidewalk concrete as she turned corners and took aimless shortcuts to no particular destination. It wasn't all that long before she found herself autopiloting back to the bridge and silently cursing herself. She hoped none of the hounds would howl at her tonight, aching for a fix she didn't currently have on her person. As she approached the bridge and took a deep breath, it hitched when she saw someone walking and her stomach made a flop. <i>Fuck, don't be a junkie.... </i>She made a silent prayer to whatever Gods would be listening to her tonight. She doubted many, if any at all, would be. <br/>
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Her steps slowed, then stilled briefly when she caught the sudden stumble of the woman heading for the bridge and dropping her belongings in the process. "Not a night of luck," Ryan mumbled to herself as she started forward again. Her eyes narrowed as one particular item started rolling in her direction as she headed straight. In the dim lighting, it was hard to discern what the item was. Walking faster, she assumed the girl was just down on her luck instead of down on her fix... but as she came closer to the escaping object that she sidestepped to let roll into and bump against the toes of her converse... it only proved that maybe the girl needed a fix of something else instead. Blinking slowly, she didn't really think about it as she bent over with an upward glance cast to the woman. Just in time to catch a flash of lace and legs, she couldn't help the way her head tilted to the view. "Hello..." She muttered, her fingers curling around the item and straightening as she looked down at it. It took her a second longer to register just exactly what it was she was holding, but when it did, her eyes widened. "Whoa... that's a killer fix.." She muttered, to the dual penetration silicone device in her hand. <i>Damn... girl carries this around in her <b>purse? </b>Nympho maybe?.... </i><br/>
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Seeing the woman approaching, she let the girl come to her. It was easy to tell she was fighting tooth and nail against a smirk threatening the integrity of her mouth. "Drop som'n?" She asked, holding up the dildo with a coy smile. "Well, I hope it's yours... or I'd be wondering why you're carrying someone else's." Snickering softly, even the low lighting of the area couldn't quite hide the blush that bloomed on the girl's face and Ryan kept her own comments in check to not further embarrass her... as much as she could. She wasn't all that well with the whole <i>filter </i>thing. "That's quite a friend ya got there. Persuasive, I'm guessing.." After further inspection of the woman before her, the swaying and inability to remain still hinted towards intoxication and it was something Ryan could easily identify. "Yeah, here," she held out the toy to her, but couldn't help the way her eyes swept over the girl's form. She was pretty, delicate looking, and almost... sweetly innocent looking. She opposed Ryan's street ruffian appearance, with a short bleached pixie cut, tattoos and a wardrobe that screamed Trouble with a capital T. "Ya know... I wouldn't take you as a DP kinda girl... I'm usually good at readin' people but... you've thrown me with this one," she laughed shamelessly, shaking her head. "You're probably going to want to disinfect that... and boil it... and disinfect it again..." She gestured to the toy in the girl's hand before sliding her hands loosely into her pockets, leaving her thumbs hooked on the outside of her pockets. </span>