<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>At the bar, getting invited<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, open<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making a choice<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was an attractive offer, to be sure.  Free room and board, without having to put out for it? Oh, she didn't mind the sex- not at all. But the Mommas she got involved with got clingy, wanted to 'clean her up', get her to behave more like a 'lady'. Like, she was good enough to fuck, but not up to snuff for their social circle, doncha know?<br/><br/>Fuck that noise. She was  a raunchy, loudmouthed dyke, not a lady. And Liz would at least respect that much. She hoped.<br/><br/>On the other hand, the idea of...owing her twin, being responsible for part of her life...that was hard. Part of her brain flew off in one direction, spinning little domestic daydreams, while the rest of her was screaming and looking for a window to jump out of, in<em>any</em>other direction.<br/><br/>"I don't clean," she growled. "And unless you're seriously into hot dogs and scrambled eggs, I'm a crap cook. But if you're for real..." She held up her hand for a high-five.<br/><br/>"Let's get this party<strong> started</strong>, bitches!"