<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At da Partay,<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis, Matthew, open.<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sweet stuff, and feeling a tad guilty<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Cake sounds cool. Who gets to eat your heart..."  This time, she really did facepalm. "All right, that sucked, sorry."  Then, suddenly, she was looking at Matt's receding back. "Uh...hey, JARHEAD!  Hold up- weren't you gonna crash at Ari's?"  The nickname slipped out without thought, but it felt right. After all the music lessons, it should, and Aria was a nice name, anyway. Beat the ever-loving crap out the endless Madisons and Brees and other soap opera shit.<br/><br/>Turning to her busty buddy, she shrugged. "OK...is it just me, or is he odd enough he's gonna fit in real well?" Inside, though, she was squirming a bit. "I really didn't want to, yanno, run him off. I mean, I want to hang with you, but it's not like we had solid plans...and I'm talking again, aren't I. Reallllly should learn to not do that." Grabbing a plate from the dessert table, she shoved it playfully at Isis. "Here." Then she took another for herself. "Let's molest the cake, then for sure, get changed. I want to as well- I feel like a refugee from a comic book convention in this thing."