Raylin Chike

What a peculiar meeting! Raylin wasn't prepared to be having anything remotely close to this conversation while being in the city. Too many old bloods and stuck up folk tended to roam the streets of Sacrosanct, and yet, she had merely tried to feed a dog, succeeded, and now she was chatting with this man so casually. Really, she was positive her mom would smack her upside the head with the contents of this conversation. Still, it wasn't likely she was going to stop anytime soon and it also wasn't likely her parents would ever find out about said conversation. So, Ray does exactly what anyone would do, keep on moving on. That was some sort of saying wasn't it? Wasn't there a chive phase or something like that? A thought she quickly dismisses as he calls her 'mermaid' which only bring a joyous grin to her face. Raylin could get used to that. Though his next sentence even has the overly confident woman blushing, yet most of it his concealed by her dark complexion, there are still tinges of pink along her cheek bones. Grinning at him, she gives him an almost nonchalant shrug, "I think you're too confident yourself," she says wryly, looking at him through long lashes in an almost sultry way. What she didn't expect was to be having a flirtatious competition, sure he was attractive and though Raylin wasn't opposed to one night stands, it wasn't like she walked up to the first good looking guy on the street and started flirting with them. It was more or less... go to a bar and pick up a guy route.

Though, she still hardly minds the turn of events even though she was most definitely going to be late for work. Even then, she couldn't quite pull herself away from the conversation especially as they start to talk about dildos, her giggles pouring out of her lips lightly as he gives her an obscure remark. Ray didn't know him, maybe he had seen a lot of things. She doesn't respond to said comment but gives him an arched brow, a look like, 'tell me more' but doesn't come out and ask it. Instead, they make their way onto the boat, Raylin trailing her fingers along the wooden planks as that towel is loosely draped around her shoulders. Her hair still drips with ice-cold water but it doesn't seem to phase her as she's captivated by the man's work. She didn't know the first thing about boats let alone be on one but she was still impressed all the same. Raylin tells him as much and she can't help but allow that musical laughter to escape her lips again at his comment, her brows raising in utter amusement, "Hmm, you think you're impressive? I don't think someone can label themselves as impressive, someone has to do it for you," she shrugs and it takes everything in her to not drag her gaze down his body in a sort of... inspection, so she locks eyes with him, that wry smile still toying at her lips.

She'd be lying if she didn't say her breath didn't hitch, ever so slightly as he moved closer to her, prowling seemed to be the better term. Her skin heightening at his nearness and when she was convinced he was going to reach out and touch her face, her head tilted back to peer into his face, the first object hits her. Utter surprise crosses her features then, the moment (she would kick herself later for as she was convinced she was the only one having a moment) passing as she realizes just what is pelting her. Tilting her head back she roars with laughter, tears leaking from her eyes as she doubles over, protecting her head as best as she can. She doesn't notice when he moves away but she does notice the way Barney comes swooping in a grabs his own chew toy, seemingly very pleased with himself. Giggling, she gasps out an exclamation only to have another verbal sparring match. Straightening, she wipes the tears from her eyes as she grins like a devil, "I'm not and he most certainly would not approve... or maybe he would, who knows? Does anyone really know him? Everyone has their fetishes," she shrugs casually, her eyes traveling the littered boat now.

Reaching down, she picks up said object just as he responds to her in that playful tone, "I mean sure, some women know what they like and take care of it themselves," she says thoughtfully, her head tilting slightly, "but those same women probably are bad at communication and won't tell their partners what they like. I'm just speculating her but I'm pretty sure if you're open about it, your sex could be a lot better than doing it by yourself," she waves the dildo in front of Brennan at that, grinning at him. "I'm not calling these boring they could just be used for more," she shrugs again just as she jabs him with it. Giggling like a fiend she tosses it away only for Barney to launch out of nowhere and grab the sex toy out of the air. "I think Barney is enjoying this even more than I am," she laughs as she watches the massive dog trot away, seemingly proud of his accomplishment. Turning back to Brennan, she explains quickly about her idea of a prank only to be interrupted by Barney flying around the deck at top speed. He had successfully accomplished to zoomies as he runs around them in a circle, Raylin watching, her eyes bright with amusement as she lets that towel drop to the deck, pooling around her feet. His cold nose touches her hand as she grins down at the dog, only to grab the nearest dildo and launch it to the other end of the boat. The dog takes after it, Raylin seemingly pleased that she was playing fetch with sex objects.

Her attention is claimed by Brennan again as he responds, that devilish smile tugging at her lips as he states his ass is off limits. What an interesting day it had been so far! "Maybe I'll keep a couple," she states nonchalantly, mostly because she was curious to see what he would do if she walked off his boat, taking a couple of dildos home. Perking up at his suggestion, Raylin laughs and nods at him, "I'm game but first..." she trails off as she bends down to grab another sex object, this one neon pink as she settles into a stance, holding it like a sword of sorts. "You own a boat, you are roguishly handsome, you're probably a pirate," she laughs, her voice entirely teasing, "So you probably know how to fence," her smile grows ever larger as she gestures to the many littered sex objects around the ground, "Let's have a match, we could even make it entertaining, winner gets... something, I don't know, winner gets to pick whatever they want I guess," she laughs, not terribly good and raising the stakes very high. "What do you say? You're not afraid of a little mermaid are you?" She eggs him on though she's entirely playful. Oh man, she was going to be in so much trouble for being late and yet, she realized she didn't really care that much, how often could she challenge someone to a dildo sparring match?