<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>Mild pangs of conscience<br/><br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Her internal soundtrack was shrieking:<br/><br/><br/><em>GOOD!  The fucking <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: x-large;">baby raper </span></span>stole you from us!<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: x-large;">  From me!</span></span>And I had to make up for it! Our folks went fucking <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: x-large;">crazy</span></span>, and turned me into a repressed basket case until I <strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: x-large;">***EXPLODED***</span></strong>. I'm GLAD your rug munching sugar mommy bit it. I hope she screamed the whole time!</em><br/><br/><br/>What came out of her mouth was more like:<br/><br/>"Well...shit.  I mean...shit." After that, she didn't have anything to say as she shuffled back to the bar in her twin's wake.  She wasn't any less angry at Liz, didn't hate her any less- but she couldn't kick her after something like that. Much as she wanted to. The  bitch was still her sister.<br/><br/><br/>"So. Uh."  Getting her drink refilled covered the awkwardness for a minute. God, she wanted a hit. Of anything. "So...Chicago. How? Why?  Mom an' dad tell me shit.  Of course, I don't ask. Haven't talked in...oh, about  a year."