<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/>"La mia casa e la tua casa." Isis still remembered a lot of the Italian that her grandparents had taught her and it was more fun to say than the Spanish version of the sentiment. "House, apartment...same difference." She smiled. I know what it's like when people are like that, disowned at 17 and tossed out on my ass. Guess it made me a better person. You, especially you," She looked at Eiryn. "would've hated teenage Isis. Entitled, spoiled, and kind of bratty." She shrugged.<br/><br/>She nodded at Matthew's toast and smiled. "Never forgotten." She spoke softly. "Yeah, we just met about half an hour ago actually." Isis looked from Matthew to Eiryn and back thoughtfully. "I could trust you for one night alone in my apartment, right? I believe the answer to that is yes." She turned her eyes back to the appealing woman across from her. "That way we could still hang out and you could show me some of your art."<em>and whatever else you'd like to show me</em>She added silently.