<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/><br/><hr/><br/>Ryder was bummed that Liam- odd name, but it sorta fit the lipsticked funfreak- didn't have any goodies, but what the hell, couldn't expect just anyone to play candyman, you know? And some loudmouth pushy dyke you've never seen before comes up and asks you something like that, at a party, right in front of her sister who you ALSO don't know? Well, duh, you're gonna wave off. She was peering around at the bar again, wondering if she should downshift to beer before her mouth got overlubricated and got her in bigger trouble than usual, when the word 'corset' pinged off her brain.<br/><br/>Looking a wee bit manic, she grinned at Liam. "Whoa, wait up, bitch- you do leather? Shit, am I all over that! This crap I got on is just, like, travelling slouch, you know? For sure I'll hafta hit you up for a showaround." Sidelong, she eyed Liz. "Since I'll be staying in town for a bit. Hey!  You know anyone who needs a model? I'm inked all over hell and gone, but some folks dig that, you know?"