<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At da Partay,<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis, Matthew, open.<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Lamenting timing, admiring generosity<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The artist reclaimed her smoke, fingers lightly brushing Isis'. She had gotten it too, the painvibe. More and more impressive. After a deep drag, she wordlessly offered it sideways to Matt. "Safe? Dude, this whole neighborhood's as queer as a three dollar bill. Only place I've ever been that's planned anti-STRAIGHT marriage protests...OK, bad joke. Sorry." Weed plus beer made taciturn Eiryn talkative. Weed plus beer plus seriously turned on made her a little nuts. Assuming she wasn't to begin with.<br/><br/>She was torn. On the one hand was,<em>god dammit, I <strong>finally</strong> have a break, and then this</em>; on the other,<em>god dammit, that's so cool, that she'd offer up a space to a total stranger</em>. Cool won out, since, really, she had no expectations anyway. More and more she was thinking of her statuesque neighbor as something more important than a maybe-possibly-someday-sometime lover- as a real person, and maybe, with luck, a solid friend. And if<strong>that </strong>doesn't make you wet, you're probably dead.<br/><br/>"No worries, hun," she said to Matt, grinning. "Not like we're joined at the hip."<em>Though it'd be nice</em>...she laughed. "Fact is, we just met our own selves. I'd offer you my crib, but you'd end up with too little floor. I've got, I think, the smallest efficiency in the place. Since I'm almost never here anyway.<br/><br/>"Mags is solid, but yeah, DON'T do the 'missus' thing on her. She, ah,  left the party in company, ya might say. But she'll be back in the rental office at nine. Might want to give her 'til ten to cool off and wake up, though."