<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>Waking up, sleepily cranky but still smiley<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans and a sweater<br/><hr/><br/>"Don't worry 'bout it...needed to get my ass outta bed anyways." Isis smiled softly and accepted the cup of coffee. "Still tastes pretty damn good. Well, considering that I own the place....I can afford to be late. Liz has keys, she opens when I'm gonna be running late. Only been here a month but she's really trust-worthy." She thought about the offer of a shower and the charging of her phone. She sipped at her coffee, draining it halfway.<br/><br/>"Well, I bet Matthew's out of my apartment. We could always skip the diner and I could whip us something for breakfast...what do you say?" She grinned. "Up to you...I have lots of breakfast ingredients and it's been a while since I got to cook breakfast for two. I can shower real quick and then make something. What are you in the mood to eat?" Isis realized that sometime during the night that her bra had gotten all out of whack so she slipped a hand into her sweater to readjust her boobs into it...no modesty.