<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Liam Vang<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Immortal Instruments upstairs and then Sinfully Sweet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Who so ever is present<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Walking, sugar fix<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something like this<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/bc/a6/fcbca603ff1f66a02e15242217a6a5b8.jpg</div></div>and a longer version of  this<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://misona.info/images/punk_skirt.jpg</div></div>and a fake fur coat<br/><hr/><br/>Liam despite his seemingly boundless energy, found himself feeling a bit more sluggish than usual. He checked his phone for the time and then called out to one of his employees. "Gina hon, could you watch things while I step out? I've got a serious craving for something sweet and God knows being this fabulous requires energy." Liam was also simply making an excuse to step out. When business was slow, he would find excuses to focus on something else. He was by no means neglectful or lazy, but he did not handle boredom well. With that, he pulled his faux-fur coat out, wrapped it around his lithe frame and stepped outside. He hummed the melancholy Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd as he made his way to Sinfully Sweet. There was no obvious explanation for how he managed to hum such a depressing songs with a smile on his face. Some might have taken it as an attempt to signal to others that he was in serious internal agony despite his playful demeanor, but the truth was far less fantastic. Liam simply hummed whatever he felt like humming when the mood struck him.<br/><br/>So, he practically sashayed his way down the side walk, taking in the sights and sounds of the morning. The crossdresser occasionally glanced around as his eyes searched for any sign of an outfit or article of clothing he might wish to acquire for himself. Once he finally arrived, he pushed the door open and stepped inside with a calm one might not have expected from him. "Good morning everyone." he said with the familiar smile upon his face. It was at this moment he seemed to strike subtle pose, if such a thing exists. If nothing else could be said, it was that his flair for the dramatic seemed to verge on being a reflex over which he had little control. Such was his nature.<br/><br/>