<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px">"Yours were maybe high, and mine I think were betting too much on having a boy... then just got lazy," the fair haired woman snorted, shaking her head. Lifting her arms, she looked down at the way she dressed and she reached to rake slender fingers through short platinum locks. "I mean, I don't really help the assumptions of people thinking I'm a guy by name," she teased with a half-cocked smile. "It's nice to meet you too," she admitted. Snickering for the talk of a heavy-duty dildo, her laughter had at least calmed down. As it was, her stomach ached from it all. <br/>
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Ryan's brows soared to how quick Zoella offered up her place for them to hang out, and she smiled slowly with a nod of her head. "Well, they'll have to go through me to get to you... They don't wanna know what I've got in my bag of tricks," she lifted her chin, her arms bending as her hands flattened sharply, coming up in a karate stance. "Hooooahhhh." The cheap sound came out of her mouth like an old, cheesy Kung Fu movie, though... she knew damn well how to fight, it didn't mean she wasn't going to goof off for Zo's benefit. Flashing a shit-eating grin her way, her arms lowered. "Chuck Norris their asses so hard... I mean, not as hard as that dildo, but y'anno," she shrugged, snickering. "Oooh, rum, definitely. I'll go for cheap port if I gotta, but if rum's on the table.." She sighed. She was rather fond of that drink. Walking side by side, she smirked over to the other fair haired woman. "That makes the two of us," she gave the sentiment for not forgetting tonight. <br/>
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She let Zo lead her to her place, making note of how to get there... just in case. She waited while the door was unlocked and followed her inside, looking around immediately with a tick of her brows. "Damn... some place you go--ngh," she squinted when the lights were flipped on. "Hella bright too," she snickered. "And clean.. <i>sowhite...</i>" She whispered, closing the door behind her as she took note of everything inside. "My place is a warehouse apartment, so this is... a lot different," she laughed softly. Edging more towards the living space, her arm reached out to brush the sheer, see through curtain in front of the bed with amusement. "Fancy," she smirked, before she looked over to see the girl holding a cat. "Oh my <i>Goooood,</i>" she whispered, turning to make her way closer. "He's so fluffy and cute," she hummed, reaching out to scritch at the feline's fur, making her hands look extremely pale in comparison to the dark fur. <br/>
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She pulled her hand back when the cat was dropped to the floor, smiling down at it a moment before she looked at Zo. "Rum, if you don't mind," she opted, brows lifting as she watched the girl knock back the whiskey like water... well, almost like water. "I can see that. <i>Ha. </i>Yeah, that's a weapon they didn't see coming. But one hell of a surprise. At least it got <i>some </i>use," she smirked, closing the distance as she leaned against the wall beside her, reaching out to pick up the rum bottle to take a peek at the label. She really didn't care what it was, so long as it was rum and unscrewed the cap to help herself while Zo rummaged through her bag. Her eyes flicked to what she was holding, widening slightly as she realized relatively quickly what it was. A laugh bubble through her throat and out of her mouth as she shook her head, carefully pouring herself a glass. "That's uh.... That's a butt plug, dollface." She uprighted the bottle to screw the cap back on and set it aside with a glance her way. "I'm startin' to think that friend'a yours has an anal fetish. DP dildos... Butt plugs... Girl likes some back door play she's tryna get you into," she raised a brow, picking up her glass for a leisurely sip. "At least she suggested a small one and not another monster..." She lifted one finger from the glass to point at the plug. "My question is... whaddup with all the toys?" She raised a brow. "Excuse my bluntness, but you're hot as fuck," she lifted her chin to gesture to her. "Unless you have a habit of busting windshields... which, I mean, only adds to the <i>pros </i>in my book, but... you don't look like someone who'd have a hard time getting laid," she pointed out, taking another cheek-puffed swallow from her glass as she leaned her hip against the counter. </span></span>