<br/><br/><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 da Partay,<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis, Zach<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Well, she never claimed to be patient...<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/>Eiryn gave Zach a look. It was hard to classify, but it might have, with a few more watts of personality behind it, curdled milk. "It's not a tea party dance, sweet cheeks. If I wanted somethin' light, I wouldn't be wasting time asking<em>you</em>." Then, smirking lopsidedly, she relented. "But fuck me, it's good to meet someone who isn't so desperate they'll do any bullshit you ask 'em for." Fumbling under her robe sash, she took out a smartphone, which for some reason seemed totally at odds with her personality.<br/><br/>"Go ahead, give me the number.  Don't worry about your draw- that ain't the issue. Gallery owner's already chaffed about the 'element' my show's gonna bring in, so tellin' her about your fanbase won't improve her attitude any. But she stands to make bank on me, so I got some leverage. Probably light work, one set, about halfway through the show. But we can talk."<br/><br/>Like quicksilver, her expression changed again, and she gave the lovely woman at her side another rueful grin. "Sorry, hun," she half-whispered. "I told you...I can be a real pain. Especially when it's work-related. Prolly why I practice serial singledom."