<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, Zach<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Nervous yet excited/embarrassed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br/><hr/><br/>Isis' smile left her face. She hated being cast into a stereotype because of what she looked like or that she seemed to always be smiling. She didn't say much because she didn't like it when someone was being a dick for an unapparent reason which probably gave him the impression that she was stupid. She got it, he was kind of offended but someone was thinking of hiring his band. Maybe the two of them would meet again when Isis was a little less drunk and a little less high and they could actually have some kind of semblance of an actual conversation.<br/><br/>Her eyes met Eiryn's as the other woman looked at her and apologized. "Eh, so you're a little mercurial. I can deal with that, if I can't, believe me...I'll let you know. I don't mind, finish your networking. He thinks I'm being insincere about liking his music so I'll just be right here waiting." Isis stood off to the side and lit up a cigarette.<br/>