<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At da Partay, finally.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maggie, Emmie, drooling at Isis, and etc.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Socially Awkward is the New Cool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><em>A plain nudie?  Seriously?  The FUCK? OK...DON'T piss on the woman who administers your lease, girl.</em>Despite that resolution, if Maggie was half as perceptive as she'd have to be in her job, she'd catch the flare of nostrils that was not caused by the spice level of the wing Eiryn crammed in her mouth to block an overhasty retort. She chewed thoughtfully, before saying, in as neutral a manner as she could manage (not very), "Nothing shocking about that, girl."  Another bite let her make the next suggestion without gagging. "If you're looking for boudoir portraits, not my thing, sorry. But I know a few people I can pass you along to. One of them even doesn't suck, though he's wasting his talent. on the crap he does."<br/><br/>Then, as it so often happened, the world shifted around her perceptions. The rubber bunny came back, and made a comment about Maggie in something called Cotton Candy Cheetah, and it clicked. Not fully, still work to do, but- "Look," she broke in. "If she dresses you-" she rolled her head towards Emmie- "I'll paint you. But it'll be what I see. You may not like it. And it won't be cheap."<br/><br/>Then the blonde doll was talking to the amazing brunette about modelling for her...<em>Oh, fuck. If she dresses <strong>you,</strong> I promise I'll do my best to peel it off you with my teeth...</em>Probably not even aware she was blushing a bit in the recesses of her hood, she gnawed viciously on a carrot stick to force down her overactive pulse.  "Anyway.  Hi, I'm Eiryn, by the way." That was to Rubberbunny.  Then to Maggie: "If you're serious, call me, come by the loft. I only do reference photo stuff here, tax purposes, all that crap."  She couldn't bring herself to look at her infatuation goddess- too easy to see her in something tight but revealing.<br/><br/>Damn. She'd been alone too long. Muttering something vaguely polite, she wandered towards the dessert table.  Blinking, she noticed the heart-on-a-cake...and started to laugh, full out.