<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At da Partay, finally.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis, Frankie, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>loosening up a bit<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/>A beer in each hand, Eiryn came back to Isis and followed her to where Frankie was sitting. The rear view was just as rewarding as the front; the baker was a little more statuesque than Eiryn's usual 'type', but types didn't mean shit anyway, only how you reacted to a person. And oh, sister, was she reacting to Isis...<em>DOWN, girl.</em><br/><br/>Frankie got a lopsided grin and a friendly nod. "Yeah, we bounce off each other every so often. Usually, though, girl, you're running around like a rabid squirrel. Never really talked much. So...Happy, Halloween, I guess, if it's your thing." The artist plopped herself across from Isis- so she wouldn't have to stare, and just far enough from Frankie to be able to look at the record shop owner without breaking her neck turning sideays. hey, she had some manners, they were just...unpolished!<br/><br/>And then...she sat, not really sure how to go about socializing effectively with a stranger who had her so hot she could barely breathe, and an acquaintance who was even twitchier than she herself was. Beer. Beer was good. She opened a beer, and took a deep swig. "Damn." American. "I had a bunch of Konigsberg and a big Ommegang to bring down, and I forgot 'em. Still sittin' on my kitchen table."<em>Yeah, OK...so <strong>that</strong> didn't sound like a lameass pickup line, not at all. Christ, Grim.</em>