<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isis Hastings<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Eiryn's apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eiryn<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Getting to know each other<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans and a sweater<br/><hr/><br/>Isis nodded, she could empathize with that. "I know how that is. I didn't even have a chance to tell my parents, my mama kinda just walked into my room one day and found me and my best friend a little indisposed. I was promptly disowned and tossed out on my ass, it was like a business deal. Like they could have cared less about what happened to me, washed their hands of their little black sheep.My aunt took me in and taught me everything she knew about cooking and baking. She owns a catering company. Owning the bakery is only the second job that I've ever had. My grandparents, it took a while for them to come around. They re-instated my trust fund."<br/><br/>"Don't you love it when you finally have enough and say 'fuck everyone, who cares'? It's really liberating." She smiled and took another hit from the pipe. "Almost cashed, want the last hit?" She offered the pipe to Eiryn.<br/><br/>"I'm glad you showed me the most personal pieces you have, we can save the creepier, sexier stuff for later. I don't think you're a bitch, you're just bluntly honest and I appreciate that."<br/><br/>