<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's eyes were hidden behind the mirrored glasses as she moved into Bailey's place. Her lit cigarette remained dangling between her lips as smoke casually wafted up from the cherry. " 'Yo." she said, moving to the kitchen and grabbing a beer. Her tight black t-shirt showed off her curves rather well, and not in a 'look at me' slut type way. In her back pocket were a pair of drum sticks. She assumed Bailey ha d a drum kit here, because there was no way in hell Megan was going to drag it down town.<br/><br/>Finding a spot on a near by couch the the tattoo'd girl sat down and opened her bottle. She removed her cigarette with one hand and took a sip of it before placing the cigarette back between her full lips. Her long black hair fell just below the swells of her breasts, her bangs how ever were pulled back and restrained with a hair clip. As a simple member of the group she left the decision making to James and Mimi.<br/>