<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>Breakfast negotiations<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/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Who the fuck drinks Coke at breakfast?" Snark helped her drive away the last of the bug-eyed chest churn caused by Isis having opened the door in a towel that really didn't cover very much of her. "That shit'll kill you any time of the day." Now her neighbor was wearing something kind of grunge-influenced, which looked hot on her- like anything would dare to not- and a bugton of very cool costumey jewelry, at least one piece of which the eclectic artist thought she probably owned as well.<br/><br/>"If I knew we were eatin' formal, I'da dressed up more." Eiryn winked at Isis, then ducked into the fridge to get the smoothie pitcher. "I need this after last night. An' if you got some onions, I can sautee them up for an omelet." Pouring two glasses of the nasty-looking (but actually quite tasty) nutrition drink, she let her eyes wander over Isis for, obviously but politely. "I dunno. Some days I wish I were built more like you, some I'm glad I'm not- no offense." Grinning, she licked some greenish glop off of her top lip. "Didn't get much attention in High School- but I never beat myself to death with my boobs on the playground, either."