<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>Liz's flat, then the lobby<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Martina, Damon, open<br/><br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Hunting for food, and getting an eyefull<br/><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/><br/>The big bill Liz waved in her face filled Ryder's head with all sorts of images- it was more than enough to get some nommage, and then pick up some smoke, or maybe a vial...<em>No, dammit. It's her money, we are NOT blowing it on chems.  Let's get some real groceries... </em>Fumbling through her duffel, she took out a somewhat wrinkled black stretch minidress and slithered it on, not bothering with undies. Over the top went her heavy studded leather jacket, and she slipped on some loud purple knee-highs and her combat boots. "Back in a jiff- get some rest." Not that she had the slightest fucking idea where she was going, but hey, it was a big city.  Had to be a McRat or a SunFuck's or some sorta diner not<em>too</em>far away, right?<br/><br/>She heard voices when she hit the ground floor, one of them sounding annoyed- a subject she was a master in. Poking around, she came to the common room, where two guys were sort of huddled around one of those crap portable signboards, like they used to use in school. One of them was tall, blonde, bland-pretty, the other petite with short-chopped black hair. He looked tiny, huddled up in his parka...<br/><br/>HER parka. Not a guy, a chick, Rye realized when she got a look at the face. With an adorable butch pixie cut, and a hot as hell ass on display in tight pants.  OK, the morning was looking up.  She could ask directions, and get a better look. Hell, they guy wasn't bad, either, if she really got stuck for company...The wench looked annoyed, not like kick-in-the-balls pissed, but peeved. Maybe they were roomies, having a fight over the rent- something else Ryder knew a bit about. So, she figured she'd disarm the tension by doing what she did best: being an asshole.<br/><br/>"You knooooow," she drawled as she parked herself just off one side of the little tableaux, arms folded tight under her boobs. "I hear, you spill blood on the floor in this place, they make you lick it up. Gives the CDC cramps."<br/>