Let's Play!

Darryn looked at the little harness with a look of disbelief.



"Well... If I have to say I lost my pants in Vegas, I guess I'll be like every other guy that's every come here."

ashleigh frowned.



" Better only take 'em off for me."



Yep, still possessive.

Darryn grinned at her.



"You are definitely the most appealing option." He was teasing her, mind you.

Ashleigh let a small growl roll from her, then she set her eyes off from him, looking towards the groups of people coming into sight.



" I better be the only one."

One guy actually stopped the pair.



"Dude, forget the macromei cord. Leather is the way to go." He looked to Ashleigh.



"I can set you up with a sweet collar for him." He opened his trenchcoat, revealing all sorts of weird fetish-y things like that.

Ashleigh stared, only for a few moments before taking the offer up, seeing as it was the only real way to get rid of the guy, stopping him three times from picking her pockets before watching him leave with his pay as she fit Darryn for the spiked black collar she'd picked for him.

Darryn looked at her.



"You have to be kidding me. You're actually going to make me wear that?"

Ashleigh grinned at him, moving to kiss him.



" It's hot."



Yep, she said it, and with that she wondered off with him wearing a collar, and still had the leash, but it was now what was hooked to his belt loop, not the cord. she couldn't hook it to his collar in public, that was degrading, to leave collar and leash sperate left him with a majority of his dignity.

Darryn sighed. Why did this stuff always happen to him? He felt akin to a puppy dog. He looked at Skye jealously. Why don't you have one? Really, he felt that he was well trained enough to come back, even if he did get 'lost'.

Ashleigh smiled and moved to kiss Darryn softly, growling in his ear.



" Fine."



She complained as she unhooked him, arm slipping about his waist and looking about the noisy throng of people they'd just walked into. So much for watching Skye... she had darryn to worry about.

Darryn grinned when he got off the hook.



"I knew I liked yooof." He found himself being all but ripped away from the woman... by a human wedge. He frowned, not liking the whole deal. Including the stepping on him thing.

Ashleigh frowned, watching darryn 'work' his way away from her, growling under her breath as she weaved in and out of the crowd to make it the three feet back to Darryn, looking him over.



" Can I use the leash now?"

Darryn looked at her like she was insane.



"No. I'd get something ripped off. Besides, it wasn't like you couldn't find me." He stuck out his tongue.

ashleigh made a small pouty face, kissing him before growling something about loosing her man, looking about before taking his hand and dragging him off towards a random, clear, location.

Darryn followed her with ease.



"I'm not that easy to get rid of. Kind of like... gum on the bottom of your shoe. I'm there, even when you really wish I wasn't." He was staring longingly at a funnel cake stand.

Ashleigh glanced to him, rolling ehr eyes and shaking her head as she stopped and let the man get something to eat, smirking

The man returned with a huge plate full of deep-fried, powdered sugar goodness. He offered some to her.



"You know you want some."

Ashleigh smiled and laughed, shaking her head slowly.



" Alright, alright."



she replied as she took a little bit.

Darryn grinned.



"Yummy huh?" He shoved half the thing in his mouth.

ashleigh laughed, giggling as she tried not to tell him he looked like a hamster, munching on little bits now and again.

Darryn flashed her a toothy grin after managing to swallow the hunk. His eyes trailed after the blinking lights everywhere.



"If you think I'm too loud, how do you tolerate this place?"

" I don't live with, or around here."



She replied, smiling.

Darryn just stared at her now. He couldn't decide if she was insulting him. After a minute he decided just to shrug it off and stick his tongue out at her.



A weird emo girl seemed to come out of nowhere.



"I could pierce that for you, if you like. I have all kind of barbells, even tongue gauges if that is your thing." She grinned at him, having like three lip piercings, two in the nose, four in the eyebrow and so many in the ears that he couldn't count. And that was just her head.

ashleigh looked the girl over. This was vegas, right?



Ashleigh smiled slightly, fangs reveled as she shook her head, large grin in place.



" I think not, piercings aren't our thing."



besides, it didn't matter, they'd just be another odd ball in vegas.... welcome to a home for vampires.

The goth girl's eyes widened slightly, and she grinned, suddenly reaching over and sticking her finger in the edges of Darryn's mouth, hold it open so that she could look at his set, which he had willingly extending to match Ashleigh's play. However, at her actions, Darryn jumped and tried to pull away the girl.



"Dude, that's sweet! Who did them? I can't even tell where the seam is." She pressed her finger to it, trying to see if it was removable presumably. She sliced her finger open and just looked at the swell of blood on her fingertip as she withdrew it.



"Nice. Sorry 'bout that vamp boy. But hey, don't you like it?" She tapped her blood damp fingertip to his lips and then laughed, suddenly darting off at spotting another potential client. Darryn swiped at the blood drop, sticking out his tongue and gagging.



"NASTY!" O.O

Ashleigh chuckled, watching the girl scamper off.



" I think I'm growing to like Vegas."

Darryn was still coughing and wiping his tongue on his shirt.



I hate the taste of nicotine. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. Her remark was currently lost on him.

Ashleigh chuckled, rolling her eyes at him.



" I have to agree, I am feeling peckish though."

Darryn looked at her and suddenly grinned.



"Want to play? I'll call your mark."

Ashleigh glanced to him, raising a brow before nodding slowly.



" Go for it."

Darryn looked around excitedly, rapping his fingers together. And then he decided.



"Him." Okay, so he was apparently playing at least halfway nice. It was still probably going to be at least some of a challenge, but it definitely wasn't the worst call. 'Him' was a huge (like, 6'5" with giant muscles) biker. He was inked all over and currently pulling his helmet off as he dismounted his bike.

ashleigh giggled and nodded, disappearing into the crowd, leaving Skye behind with Darryn as she soon was 'all about' this randomly chosen man. Apparently when she wanted to be, she could be a real charmer, as she wondered inside said near by club without issues.



About ten minutes later she was grinning back at darryn's side.



" Ready?"

Darryn looked down from the clock he had found and smiled at her.



"Eleven minutes, thirteen seconds. My turn!"

Looking about, she smiled and pointed towards a blonde little thing in the center of a large group of girls. It wasn't being too unfair as the girl seemed to draw the same level of attention as the guy she'd wondered off with had.

Darryn wiggled his eyebrows and then scampered off. His method was a little different. It was the whole 'hurt puppy' idea, but it seemed to be just as effective.



It wasn't too long before he returned, unaware that a portion of his hair was sitcking straight up.

ashleigh made a rather little face, pointing. Yes, she had the time, and they were within two seconds of each other... However, she'd behaved, why was his hair tussed?



yep, possessive.

Darryn raised a brow as he reached up. Oh. He flattened down.



"Oops. That must have been from when she hit me in the head with her purse. Time?" He looked hopeful.

" Eleven minutes, eleven seconds."



She replied with a small smile, trying not to out right laugh at the fact he'd gotten hit in the head with a purse.

Darryn pushed his fist into the air.



"YES!"

" Did she really hit you?"



she asked, staring at him.