<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, open<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Hunting for food, and getting an eyefull<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/><br/><hr/><br/>Ryder<em> grinnnnned</em>as the slender chick took off her parka, giving her a preview of the rest of her. Perky. "Babe, you can take off any damn thing you like."  The woman might have been a little too girly for her taste, if it wasn't for the scowl she'd been giving the big dude, and the hot haircut. As it stood, she was totally munchable... "Ryder Monroe. Sister lives upstairs, just in town for a visit." Looking at Damon, she frowned. "No shit? You like, literally can't recognize faces? Serious bad trip. Must fuck up your sex life pretty bad, too."<br/><br/>Leaning past them both, she looked at the restaurant flyer, grunted, nodded. "Gotta love a chick who can cook. I can just about boil an egg without setting the water on fire." Flashing a quick grin at Martina- sneaking a peek at the gap in her blouse, she straightened up. "Actually, that's why I came over. Not that playin' marriage counsellor to two strangers isn't just hella fun. I need to hunt up some groceries for Liz before she has to go to work. What's close?"