<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>Parker lobby<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Martina, Damon, Dmitri, Danny<br/><br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Watching the floor show<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/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ryder, being Ryder, mostly shrugged off Damon's explanation for Eiryn's behavior. Part of her 'cool' was convincing people she really didn't give a shit about...well, people.  But the bitch had a nice strut, for sure, and ooooh that mouth...<br/><br/>The elevator dinged, and Captain Bathrobe and the Bag Lady popped back out, now sans bags.  Still sort of clinging to Martina, the wiseass blonde smirked as Dmitri shed the robe- then her face suddenly got more serious when she saw his tats. "Whoa, dude," she grated, seemingly actually impressed. "Nice art. We need to get together and compare some time." Letting go of Martina, she swatted her butt lightly. "But first, coffee, and food. And I gotta chew out my sis for kickin' me out to go shopping for her, and then blowing me off. It's a twin thing." And hey, two hot chicks and two decent-looking guys to tag along with?  Maybe Chicago didn't suck so totally, after all.