Raylin Chike

Raylin's bright and bubbly nature is hardly phased by the vampire sitting before her, though he seemed rather intimidating, she was comfortable. Their conversation is easy, seemingly hardly forced as she asks him where he's from, Raylin's brown eyes widening with a sigh, "I've never been to Georgia, I would love to go sometime. I hear they have amazing food," she says a bit wistfully as she reaches for her beer and takes another drink, enjoying the flavors wash over her tongue. Turning, Ray beckons down the bar for Tim who seems to hesitate, the man debating on if he was going to come this way or not. The girl can't help but frown at him and yet, it begins to wash away as the man makes his way down the bar. He's rather gruff with the vampire, Raylin raising her brows in astonishment, she had never seen Tim act this way before! He had even been patient with the drunk woman the other night who practically shut the bar down. "Tim..." she mumbles under her breath, though she's not entirely certain with what she's going to say.

Her gaze flickers to the face of her bar mate, the vampire seeming almost concerned by Tim's attitude and yet, he still orders. Tim doesn't respond as he turns away and makes his way back down the bar, not immediately going to fill a glass but instead goes back to cleaning a glass or two, throwing glances in their direction every so often. Raylin's eyes tear away from the bartender as the stranger's thick accent fills the air again, her soft eyes returning to him as she releases another sigh, putting an elbow on the bar as she rests her chin in her hand. "Um, he's not really my friend, I just frequent this bar so I got to know him through here. I've honestly never seen Tim act this way towards someone, there are supernatural folk that come in here all the time. Vampires, shifters, witches, they all come here because it's the one bar that is welcoming to all. I even watched a wolf and a vampire duke it out here," she pauses as she swivels in her seat pointing to a massive hole in the wall, "See that? The vampire threw the wolf into the wall and Tim managed to break it up after that. I don't know how, I wasn't here for it but he did and he's still in one piece," she shrugs.

Looking back at her bar mate, "He's a good guy and he cares a lot about his bar as for the people in this city, some are welcoming and some aren't. Most people I think are just plain rude," she scoffs as she reaches for her drink once more, though she simply holds it in her hand rather than taking another sip, "If you want, I can give you some directions or here," she pauses as she sets her drink on the bar and turns away to reach into her messenger bag, pulling out an old timer flip phone, "If you know your sister's number you could call her," she suggests, handing him her phone. "Sorry, I don't really keep up to date on technology. Plus, I can't break this thing, it's way too durable for my 'hammer hands'," she laughs at her own joke, though a smile remains in place after. "But seriously, don't mind Tim, maybe he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed," she states, her brown eyes glancing over her shoulder to see the man finally returning with the whiskey, almost slamming it on the bar before walking away.

Raylin flinches a bit, throwing a glare at his back, quite ready to snap at him and yet, she's saved from doing so by the stranger's voice again. She looks at him, a troubled look settling in her features for but a moment before he's introducing himself, a smile breaking out across her face, almost forgetting about Tim's rudeness, "Nice to meet you! I'm Raylin, you can just call me Ray though," she laughs extending her own warm hand to be enclosed by his much larger one. She hardly is affected by the coldness of his hand, Raylin merely smiling at him before dropping her hand back to the bar, "And you don't need to call me M'am, it makes me feel so old," she laughs again before Raylin lifts her beer, waiting for him to think glasses with her, "Cheers," she grins at him before downing the rest of her beer. "They really do have the best beer here," she sighs happily before she can settle her eyes back on Colt's face. "I have a bizarre question to ask you," she starts off, scooting her chair a little closer to Colt, until their knees are almost brushing, "and feel free to say no, I was just curious more or less," she offers a grin, "May I touch your teeth? They are sort of captivating," she admits, though the girl is hardly embarrassed by her question.