<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>Parker lobby<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Martina, Damon, Dmitri<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>In search of food<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>something like  http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A burger joke was on the tip of her tongue- but fur, not breakfast- when her phone buzzed at her. "Sec."  Tugging it out, she peered at the text, frowned. "Well. Fuck you then, bitch. Try to do somethin' nice for someone..." All smiles, she turned back to the crowd.<br/><br/>"Looks like I'm off the hook for delivery detail. So coffee sounds good- an' I can kick my sister's ass for jerking me around. Orrrr...." Her grin fixed on Martina. "You could show me your burger." There!  She'd gotten the joke in anyway, bad as it was. "Or both. Hell, I'm easy."  Also true- sorta. "But whatever we're doin', let's get to it, huh? I got a hangover like you wouldn't believe." Looking Dimitri over, she smirked. "You look like we're babysitting your sorry ass, and it's past bedtime. You know you're gonna freeze your pecker off out there, right?"