<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco, California / August 2017 / 8:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Billie Tucker<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Spending Money<br/><hr/>Ryan sat down, momentarily dumbfounded by... well, the woman in front of him. Utterly in tune with the spirit of the party, she seemed to all but have dismissed him in her presence, taking the mug without a word of thanks and chugging it down. He opened his mouth to offer advice against it, but she didn't seem like she would have given a rats ass about his comment on the potency of the drink. Some things folks had to learn by themselves, and he had to stifle a chuckle as her face reddened a bit as she struggled to swallow the gulp. He masked it well, taking a long sip from his own drink.<br/><br/>It was a momentary victory, however, as the chuckle returned," Shit," He said, incorporating the word into his chuckle," Give you a patch and you could pass for one of the Wildlings," A compliment of the highest order for someone that didn't have a patch themselves. An invitation to a wildly contagious brawl if said to a patch member. Something about it meaning that the person wouldn't pass as a member under closer inspection, but who cared? Brawls were rough fun, but not the kind of rough fun that he was in the mood for tonight.<br/><br/>"In response to your questions in order," He gave himself a moment to remember," Yes, this is a pick-up line. If you want, you can start charging now, since I find that a good talk makes for a better shagging experience in my..." He paused, giving himself a moment to think. He ended up just clearing his throat," Experience," He concluded lamely.<br/><br/>"As for your second question, I don't know. Don't take this as the lame pick-up line that it might be made out to be, but I think I would have remembered you if we'd met before. I came out here to San Fran two years ago, got into some fist-fights. Was even paid for a couple of them. My name's Ryan, by the way," He offered his hand," Ryan Farrow. Don't ask the other guys for my name, though. They can't be trusted," He took a moment to take a sip from his drink.