<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>Just Pulling up to Parker Commons<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one and everyone<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Family Ties<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ryder tossed a few bills at the cab driver and hoisted her duffel out of the back seat. He bitched about the sixty cent tip, but the fucker had driven around in circles for ten minutes to run the meter up; he musta known she was an out of towner, and his little dick games had used up almost all the cash she had as it was. Lucky she paid him at all.  He got the finger, double barreled, as he grumbled, then she turned her back on him.  As he gunned his engine and raced off, she picked up a soda can sitting in the gutter and hucked it at the back of his cab. Missed, of course, but it made her feel a little better.<br/><br/>There was music playing, and a lot of voices- looked like maybe she'd pulled up just in time for a party. That made her feel better, too, as did spotting a couple of really hot chicks here and there. Maybe she could skip the whole part about seeing Liz, and just find some bitch to crash with and play 'how many fingers' with. That made her feel better, too.<br/><br/>And worse, at the same time. She was sick to her stomach, and for once it wasn't from a hangover or a down, or an overeager fist up her slit. She hadn't seen her sis for almost three years, hadn't even talked to her except that one drunkass conversation on the phone a few weeks back.<em>What the fucking hell am I doing here</em>, she wondered, as her feet carried her towards the crowd. At least she could find a drink to even her out, and maybe someone was holding. Somebody might be able to tell her if Lizzie was even home- if she wasn't, plan B was get very drunk, and wake up sore and smelling of a stranger's cunt.<br/><br/><br/>"Hey," she grunted, as she sort of elbowed her way past a beefy guy who was chatting up a knockout ebony goddess type. Scumbag. She made note of the black chick as a possible hookup for later, but they were in the way of the bar, and business before pleasure, always.