<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At her flat<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Show and tell, of several sorts...<br/><br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh, hell yeah," came from the bedroom. "Don't know what gave me that stupid witch idea, anyway. I musta looked six kinds of stupid..." She came out barefoot, hair mussed a bit, in tight jeans, a thin crop under an open jacket- and stopped, staring at Isis for a moment. "How the fuck do you look hotter in street clothes?  Uh...never mind. Coffee?  Or I've got some better beer up here, if you're still in a drinking mood. More smoke, too, if you want."  So close, so enclosed, she looked nervous. "You uh...might actually want to be stoned to see the couple of pieces I've got here.  They're a little creepy."<br/><br/>Her dark eyes rolled. "A little creepy. Genius.<strong>All</strong>my stuff is a little creepy, it's why I can make money at it. Anyway. Can I get you somerthin'?"