<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>at Isis'<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Trying to be responsible.<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Conflict was clear on Eiryn's face. For sure, she'd like to spend more time with her lovely neighbor- but she'd already spent far more awake time socializing than she was used to.  And there was work to be done.<br/><br/>"Look, Ari- I'd really like to hang..." She grimaced. "But I gotta check my messages, need to fight with the venue manager for my show comin' up. Still need to find a band, after last night's emo fit. And if I'm not drawing for too long, I get twitchy, you know?"  The words annoyed her- they sounded lame, almost like a 'had fun, will call you some time' sorta text message. Even as she spoke her hands moved, tiny random arcs in the air, like she wanted to talk with her hands, but wasn't sure what to say.<br/><br/>"I, uh...usually wind down around noon, one o'clock for a while. If I'm awake at all, which I'm gonna be now, since I slept so well..." Blushing a bit, she gulped the rest of her glass of nasty-looking but good-tasting veg blend. "I can call you? Or...hell, whyn't I just come by when I come up for air an' need some noms?  If it's quiet, we can sneak out for half an hour, if you're slammed, I can just hang there?"<br/><br/>Her hands finally settled, one coming up to rest on Isis' on the counter. "Not blowin' you off, girl- not really, just..." An eloquent shrug distorted one narrow shoulder. "It's how I am. I work, I eat, I party a little, I sleep a little, I go back to work."