<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryder Monroe<br/><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the bar, getting regulated<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, open<br/><br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Awkward is as awkward does..<br/><br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ryder was vaguely aware of a cute redhead pulling away from the bar- the banquet was getting a little thin, especially at the sushi table- but she couldn't tear her eyes off of her twin. She felt like she couldn't breathe; she wanted to...wrap Liz in a hug, kick her in the crotch, get her high and fuck her until her eyes fell out, scream, cry, punch her in her goddamn perfect teeth...<br/><br/>What she did was take a long swig of her drink. "Liz..." Another pull, waiting for words to come. They would, they always did. Her mouth spat knives, lobbed bombs, dropped hammers on nails that thought they were taller than the rest.<em>On demand, baby, you can't keep time with these rhymes</em>..."You're a dyke...dressed like a Disney princess. You don't see something a<strong> little</strong>fucked up in that?" Draining her drink, she didn't give her sister a chance to answer. "Where's whatsername? She's still payin' your bills, right?"<br/><br/>Something changed in Lizzie's eyes, but before Ryder could find out what point she'd scored, some transvestite rolled up giggling like a maniac. "What's up, mortals?" the attractively bizarre figure tittered.<br/><br/>Ryder looked into her cup. "Wow. Guess someone spiked the punch. 'Cause that shit can NOT be real, fer rizzle."