<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/><strong>Location:</strong>At da Partay, finally.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis and then Matthew<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/>Eiryn gave Frankie a sympathetic smile and a nod as she roolled out.  She was sorry the girl wasn't feeling well, but it meant fewer interruptions. She might actually not come across like a total bitch to Isis, if she could focus on just one person.<br/><br/>"Oh, hell, I'll drink anything. I just prefer beer. Doesn't mess up my head like booze or sugary stuff."<em>Nice job, Eiryn. Now you sound like a lush</em>. She was so focused on beating herself up, she almost didn't process Isis' next question.<em>Uh.</em>..<em>What AM I doing later?  What the hell am I doing right now, for that matter?</em><br/><br/>"Uh...not sure, really. I wasn't even gonna come down to this thing, but I promised a friend I'd come for a bit to meet his sister. Then neither of them showed up. Of course." Looking after Hitome and Maggy, she chuckled a bit. "I was thinkin' of maybe taking a few quick shots of the Japanese girl, reference stuff- her costume and your cake gave me an idea- but it looks like Mags has abducted her. Damn, that woman is on the prowl. Let's see, I have some sketching I need to do..."  The internal dopesmack was almost visible as she finally realized that Isis was talking about maybe spending some more time together. "...but nothin' critical. Great thing about being self-employed, you live on your own schedule. Usually."<em>Safe. Or are you?</em><br/><br/>Oh, crap, though. Her beauty had used the 'good' word in regards to her art. Now, that could be chalked up to just not having the words to describe her reactions to it- that happened to some very genuine people, who actually weren't sure if they got her stuff, or liked it, but wanted to be encouraging, and<em>thought</em>they were into it. But it was the kind of statement Eiryn had never been able to let go, especially since it so often meant 'I am clueless about what you do, but I feel the need to say something, and admitting I don't know your stuff will make me look stupid, at least to myself. So I will lie politely.' At least if someone told her they hated the stuff she churned out, it was an honest reaction. Though she'd be just as quick to challenge them for their reasons. Swigging from her beer, she shot back, "Yeah?  What do you think is good about it?"<br/><br/>Maybe luckily for both, a well-built young man took that moment to introduce himself. Grim wasn't sure whether to kill the newcomer for interrupting what might have been an important exchange with Isis, or kiss him for rescuing her from her own personality, but either way, it  meant the dissection of her work and exactly what the<strong>fuck</strong>Isis meant by 'it's good' was at least deferred for a bit.<br/><br/>"OK, I'll bite," she said, sliding down a bit to make room for the guy on the bench. "How in the hell does anyone get 'Ezrias' from "Matthew'? Grab a beer before you answer, you look likeyou need it."