<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, Trent, 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/>"Hey, Maggie."  Eiryn put up with the ribbing and the uninvited contact- even went so far as to plant a quick kiss on the building manager's cheek. They'd met a couple of times, in passing and in the office, and the glowery artist actually<em>liked</em>the heavyset woman, suspecting there was quite a bit of iron barely hidden under the dotty old auntie act.  From another person, the commentary on her build might have drawn a bushel of snerk, but it was hard to get peeved at Maggie Holloway. Something about that cuddly exomorph personality, even if it was a truckload of put-on bullshit. Or maybe it was because she was the one who collected the rent? Not a good person to piss off. Either way, Eiryn just shrugged.<br/><br/>"I eat fine, babe- though I won't say no to some of those wings. Mom was even smaller'n me. Just fast metabolism, too much caffeine, and light bones." Piling a modest portion of wings and veg on her plate, she decided she couldn't let the painting comment go.  That was one place no one got away with trespassing with her, ever.<br/><br/>"You ever even<strong>seen</strong>any of my stuff, Mags? Not the kind of shit you put up on the nursery wall, or leave sitting on your coffee table as a conversation starter, you know?" She kept her tone pleasant, but still managed to convey her feelings about her work and its place in her life and the world.  meanwhile, she let her eyes wander a bit. The Japanese devil was very cute, but a bit too anime for her- though the idea for another painting was already forming, thanks to the girl's costume- she'd have to catch her later. Latex bondage bunny? Oooookay. Sure. Whatever tickles, she guessed. The crazy loud chick from the record shop was there, they had  paassing acquaintance, and who the<em>fuck</em>was the amazing hot brunette in the multitone jumpsuit?? She looked vaguely familiar, but the neo-Goth's eyes were popping too much to be really sure.<br/><br/>"Hey, Shepard. Love your work," she smirked at Trent, before turning back to Maggie. "Especially your last one, where you blew up the galaxy, and shit." She was glad for the cloak- it was real velvet, and besides the gamecon refugee, she'd bet she was the only one not freezing her nips off. For sure the devil looked pretty perky.<em>And nommable</em>, she thought, but then crushed her libido back in its, dare she say, closet. "But if you're serious, hun, we can talk about what you had in mind," she said, returning her full attention to Maggie, genuinely curious what the manager had in mind.