<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Liz Monroe<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway outside her apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ryder, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Getting home, hungover and a bit disheveled<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_vbd/set?id=126440413<br/><hr/><br/>Liz had winced at the slight sunlight peeking through the clouds when she'd left the hotel, she was more than a little stiff and sore...that tended to happen when you've been tied up half the night. She'd given herself a long hard look in the mirror, no bruises...no hickies....faint rope burn on her wrists but wasn't too noticeable. Those would be the only visible marks left on her body unless she was naked or only partially clothed. Her head hurt and she was kind of nauseous. Liz lit up a cigarette and smoked it before hailing a cab back to her apartment complex.<br/><br/>She did her best to make sure her hair and make-up didn't look so bad, zipping the corset up the rest of the way up. "Keep your eyes on the road, man." That was all she said to the cabbie as she noticed him glancing at her more than a few times in the rearview mirror. She handed him some cash before getting out when he stopped the car. She leaned up against the wall of the building for a few moments before heading inside, she was really tired but she panicked slightly as she checked the time. She had to be at the bakery in a couple of hours, Liz had had maybe 30 minutes of sleep.<br/><br/>No matter what she did, her hair wouldn't stay how she wanted it to so it was messy and her make-up was all kinds of smudged but she somehow still looked pretty damn good. She groaned slightly as she saw Ryder leaning back against a wall and giggled slightly. Ow, that made her head hurt. "Do you feel as bad as I do right now?" She asked softly.