<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luvorlVzf61r6gloio1_500.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Cohen<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Bailey's Place<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br/></div><br/><br/>Megan had taken a cab from her small apartment to Bailey's place. Megan at one point had the option of buying a car or a nice drum kit. Of course she had chose the drum kit. She was wearing black shirt that had the words "Sorry, I only date guys with Tattoos" on it, and a pair of rippled blue jeans that hung low on her waist. Her long black hair was long and loose, draped over her slender shoulders.<br/><br/>As the cab pulled up to Bailey's place, Megan lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. The cherry on the end glowed brightly as smoke wafted up wards from her nostrils. Black mirrored glasses hid Megan's eyes  from view. The night before she had been parting at a club, and now she was a bit hung over. Stepping out of the cab she tosses the cab driver some cash, and headed to Bailey's door.<br/><br/>Knock. Knock. Knock. Megan banged on the door, her tattooed knuckles hitting the cold hard door. Megan loved tattoo's and hand them almost every where. On her back was a large Chinese dragon mural, her right arm was covered in a sleeve of colorful tattoos and her pelvis below her belly button was tattooed as well. Among body art she enjoyed piercings as well. Her own cheeks were pierced with silver ball studs, and her nipples as well. She had wanted to get her clit done, but didn't have the cash for it. Megan knocked again, cigarette dangling between her lips.