<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px">While Zo was mortified, Ryan was... utterly amused. Who knew her late night rendezvous with the city streets would wind up involving sex toys and awkwardness? Apart from the coy smile playing on her lips, there was no judgment in the eyes that looked the girl over. Intrigue, maybe. Entertainment in the situation that was... well, not exactly a normal night. Even compared to the rest of Ryan's not-so-normal life. "I know a few people like that to be honest. It's easier to cave and give 'em what they're naggin' ya for than argue," she smiled, a low chuckle leaving her lips with the shake of her head. Her brows swept upward to the admission of not knowing how it worked, and the... questioning of <i>DP </i>got an outburst of laughter for it. <i>Desperate and petty. </i>"That's pretty good but...." She paused, gnawing on her bottom lip as she considered just how to break the perverse nature of the toy to the delicate flower who... didn't seem to really know what she'd gotten herself into. <br/>
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Sliding one hand out of her pocket to scratch idly at her temple with an index finger, she gave her a look like she was about to spill the beans. "DP means... Double Penetration. The... shorter one goes in the back door. Personally, I would've recommended a bullet or maybe a vibrating one.. but, I take it ya friend is a <i>jump in head first </i>kinda gal," she snickered. "Or, really loves to fuck with you." <br/>
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Introductions were kicked off by the more feminine of the two, and Ryan's smile warmed to the name. "Zoella... dig it. It's got some flavor to it, unique and kinda fancy," she snickered. "Ryan," she offered with a two finger wave that was more a jerk of her fingers to the side, but she grew distracted when there was a honk of a car driving past. Those two fingers became one, the index folding downward in a pointed gesture of a bird she let fly. "Dickweeds," she muttered, sputtering a short laugh when the girl seemed to be on the same wavelength as her, and it grew in length and warmth as she spoke of deformed dildos. "Yeah, I could go for a drink. Looks like I got some catchin' up to do, though," she noted, her brows ticking upward. "My alternative was to walk aimlessly in no direction whatsoever, so by all means... lead the way," she snickered, gesturing with her hand before she turned her head to look at the truck pulling up and her jaw clenched to the way they were slowing down. While Zo quick to find a weapon of her own, Ryan had pulled a small switchblade from her back pocket. Clutching the blade in her hand, she didn't even get a chance to press the button before the fair haired girl was humming a dildo at the vehicle, making Ryan's eyes widen along with her mouth as she barked out a laugh. With her hand taken, her torso tipped before her legs caught up with the movement to sprint beside her in the direction she was being pulled. <br/>
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By the time they'd slowed down, Ryan was breathless but it wasn't from the running. She was nearly doubled over with laughter as she glanced over her own shoulder, her face red from the adrenaline and humor. "I'd fuckin' think so! I can't believe ya crack their windshield with a DP dildo... holy fuck," she wheezed, letting loose another cackle for the wise crack from Zo. Lifting her free hand, she had her fingers curled around the knife as she swiped her eyes with the heel of her palm. "You're somethin' else, Zoella. I'll tell ya that right now," she rasped, shaking her head before she blinked through the blur from excessive laughter to get a good look at her. She seemed disheveled from the run, and the only thing that seemed to be amiss was the slightly lopsided tank top that showed more compacting sports bra than anything risque and more flesh of her inked sides. "Alright, fuck those guys, pretty sure we lost 'em, or they're havin' one hell of a night with ya double pounding offering," she snorted with a shake of her head, tucking away the switchblade that didn't need to be used at all — thankfully. In the midst of it, she couldn't help the sideways look over of the girl, catching the way the skirt had ridden up and her top was askew. "Your place or mine?" Her brows ticked upward as she walked more steadily instead of rushed. "For that drink, 'cause I don't know about you... but m'<i>really </i>lookin' forward to it now," she snickered. "Nothin' says <i>time for a drink </i>like potential danger." Ryan flashed a quicksilver smile Zo's way.</span></span>