<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>Liz's flat, then the hall outside<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Crawling towards daylight<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown, minus dorag, shoes, and pants. And one sock ;D<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ryder lifted a bleary face and bloodshot eyes to her twin. "Depends. How bad was I last night?" She actually sounded a little contrite, which she was- sorta. "LOVE the corset. Tell me all about your date- and I mean ALL about it, like, how many fingers, and did she take her rings off first- while we look for some food?" Glancing down, she giggled as well- and winced. "Oh. Ow. Guess I should put some clothes on, huh, if we're goin' anywhere."