<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryder Monroe<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Elsewhere in the party group<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, Liam, open<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Brutal flirting<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ryder sucked down her drink- her fourth, fifth?  Who the hell was counting, anyway, this was what parties were for, getting lit and getting laid- her face screwing up more and more as Liam spoke. Finally, after his 'dress to thrill' comment, she snorted. Loudly.<br/><br/>"Boi, you are a total. Freak. What. The fuck?"  Then she grinned. "I love it. You were a chick, I'd have your babies. If I didn't hate kids." Nudging her twin in the ribs, hard, she went on. "Well, I'm having more fun than my bitch, here. I get to mess with people, and she just has to grin and suck it up- it's a sister thing." One arm snaked out and looped over Lizzie's shoulders. "But, since my glass is empty, inquiring minds wanna know-"  She quick looked around, to make sure no one was in earshot, then lowered her voice to a dramatic, alto tone. "You holding?  I'm tapped, and you look like the sort."