<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At da Partay,<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis, open.<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Nomming cake and dreaming big<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Halfway through slicing a chunk of amazing sugary stuff for herself, Eiryn stopped and looked sideways, one eyebrow slightly raised. "You can't scare a Goth by threatening to bite her.  Hell, you might turn her into a stalker." She shoved a big glob of excellent icing into her mouth to cover the fact that Isis was right: she was nervous as hell. Her last couple of relationships had gone south with a bang, mostly, she had to admit, because she was hell to live with. Sure, she was getting ahead of herself- but dammit, she<em>liked</em>this girl. She'd rather it never get to the hot and sweaty, if it was gonna mean screwing up a friendship.<br/><br/>But Goddess, was she hot...<br/><br/>"You give any thought to how you're gonna change with Lieutenant Beefcake sacked out in your room?" she chortled around a mouthful of cake. Gathering up her courage, she reached out, and wiped a stray bit of icing from the corner of Isis' mouth with a fingertip. "If you just wanna grab something, you can use my crib to get dressed. It's tiny, but I promise not to stare." She  meant it- nudity wasn't a big thing with her. She worked topless or bare a lot of the time- cheaper than always cleaning clothes. And gorgeous as she was, Eiryn figured Isis had basically the same equipment as every other chick she'd seen...<br/><br/><em>Riiiight. Keep telling yourself that.</em>