<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At da Partay,<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis, open.<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Holding it together, sorta.<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Yeah."  her voice was hoarse. Must have been from the smoke. "Clothes suck. Uh...I mean...yeah, let's get you changed, and you can see the stuff I've got here, and maybe, if you want, we can walk uptown to the loft. Or just walk. Or...OK."  The smile she got onto her face was actually kind of shy, which was a total, adorable clash with her personality. "Sorry. I'm not real good at this. Maybe you can tell.  I like the cake, by the way. Probably not the best judge though, since I've got the world's worst sweet tooth."<br/><br/><br/><em>Oh, good. Compliment her work, and then admit you don't know what the hell you're talking about.  </em><br/><em>Hey. I'm a visual artist, not a chef.</em><br/><em>You're a moron, is what you are.</em><br/><em>No argument here, sister.</em><br/><br/><br/>Chuckling at herself, she handed her harlequin a napkin. "You're a sloppy eater. With cake anyway. Icing everywhere..." Noticing the pirate on his way past to the bar, she nodded to the dude, then turned to her friend. "Isn't that that singer?"