<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>Party!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eiryn, Matthew<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Cheerful and chilly<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br/><hr/><br/>"Ari stems from Aria, my middle name." Isis said in a matter of fact tone but with a playful smile upon her lips. "Oh, sorry 'bout that. Not used to sharing." She chuckled lightly as she handed the joint back to Eiryn. Their eyes meeting as they shared a knowing look of what was bothering the man before them. It was sad and broke Isis' heart for Matthew.<br/><br/>"The memories of all the good things you had with each other will merge with the pain, it won't ever be fully dissipated but it'll get easier as time goes by. It sounds cliche, I know, but it's true." Isis spoke softly. "If you ever do feel like talkin' about it, I'm a good listener." Everytime someone spoke of or mentioned anything like this, Isis' mind went back to her first love. A wistful look crossed her face and she was probably spaced out for a moment, but she came back just as quick.<br/><br/>"You'd be looking for Maggie and, dear God, don't call her Mrs. Holloway. I did when I first met her and she's quick to mention that Mrs. Holloway is her mother." She laughed softly. "You just missed her, she just disappeared inside and will likely not be back anytime soon. You need somewhere to crash for the night?"