<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>At the bar, getting invited<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, open<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Being pissy by reflex<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The inside of her head went red for an instant.<em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;">God dammit, I JUST got here, you're all 'stay with me, sis', and you're running out again already?</span></em>Something must have shown in her face, something ugly and primal, because Liz flinched.  Not what Ryder had intended, not at all.<br/><br/><br/>Liz hadn't known she was coming today.<br/>Liz had had plans.<br/>She wasn't leaving again, just had shit to do.<br/>Chill the fuck out, you stupid slag.<br/><br/>Banging her glass down on the bar and turning her glare on the poor kid mixing shit,  the edgy blonde rolled her neck, flexed her hands, took a real deep breath. Then shurgged,m and grinned. "OK. So, introduce me to some of your friends, then. Maybe I'll wreck your bed while you're gone." Looking around, she spotted Liam a ways a way. "Like that one. What the FUCK is she wearing? Or is it a guy?  Either way, he looks like a party animal. Grab your glass, let's go."