<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, Dmitri, Dani<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Good Bean Hunting<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/><hr/><br/><br/>Ryder looped an arm through Martina's, almost in a mirror of Dani's grip on Dmitri.  Not that she was feeling possessive- of all her less-than-stellar qualities, that wasn't one of them; folks did what and who they liked when and how they liked, and she didn't give a shit. If it wasn't with her, well, there were plenty of other sushi rolls on the bar. The problem was the other way- momma dykes got stuck on<em> her</em>, and couldn't cope when she decided it was time for a change of shrubbery.<br/><br/>No, she just did it to fuck with people's heads. So yeah...less than stellar. Hey, if Martina starting acting squicked, she WOULD let go- she didn't need the grief of a fussy cunt acting all golden child on her. But if she was up to play, hell yah Ryder would mess with her.<br/><br/>Tugging the petite restaurateur- restaurantette?- toward the door, now that the herd had FINALLY decided to start foraging for caffeine and sugar and all that other good stuff, she smirked at Dani. "More drugs, girl," she snarked. "How I got through mine. Hell, I got one or two I don't even remember where or when." Then she, too, took up the battle cry. "Coffeeeeee, bitches!," and half-dragged her attractive armful out into the lobby proper, and towards the chilly Chicago street.<br/><br/><br/>