<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/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis, Zach<br/><br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Still in a daze<br/><br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>"Hey..." Eiryn reached out, and took one of Isis' hands, and then...didn't seem to quite know what to do with it. So she just held it. And grinned. "Don't see me callin' the cops, right? I just..." Words failed her for a moment; her lips worked, then she grimaced. "Look, I've been through my stereotypical 'screw everything that breathes' phase, k? Doesn't work for me. And I can be a real pain in the ass, and I never sleep, and I don't know what the hell I'm lookin' for..." With a sigh, she lowered the hand, pressing it gently against the curve of the baker's hip. Her next words were far less frantic, positively gentle. "And you're way too cool for this to get fucked up. So, yeah....slow."<br/><br/>Glancing over her shoulder, she spied Zach glowering at the bar. "But  not so slow your ass falls off. It'd be hard as shit walkin' with you in that condition. Let's go be polite, and then be rude and fuck off. I HATE this goddamn robe, anyway."  Striding over the singer, she wasted no time. "Hey. I know you, but I'm a  fuckup, so I forget your name. You're with that band, did a gig at Eden a month or so ago, aren't ya?  Eminent?"