<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 Isis'<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Cleaning up<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Eiryn smirked. "Well, I could just lean out my window and yell<strong>'anybody seen a sexy baker?</strong>'"  Tucking the note away, she repeated the process for herself. "This is my cel- uh. Seriously, you're gonna get voice mail, the first time you call. Even if I hear it, if I'm on a roll, I ignore it. But I'll call back. Here, let me get that." She scooped up the empty dishes, plopped them in the sink, and started scrubbing.<br/><br/>Chuckling, she suggested," If you're<em>desperate</em>to see me, just come by the club- you've been to Eden, right?- and ring the bell by the old service elevator in back. Lean on the bitch. That bell is REAL annoying. It'll get action pretty quick." It wasn't long before she had the breakfast dishes spotless and in the rack.  "Speakin' of which- I really got to get going, hun." Walking to Isis, the artist took her hand, hesitated- and brushed her lips across the other woman's. "See you later, yeah?"