<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/><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At da Partay,<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis, Matthew, open.<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Talking shop and teasing the noob.<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>She couldn't help it. The kid was clearly even more uptight than she was about the whole social thing, and Marines were always<em>soooo</em>serious. Well, OK, and her granddad had been a groundpounder, so there was a certain level of family bullshit to live up to.<br/><br/>"How about an apple mochacino martini?"  She felt bad, though, when she saw the panic flash through his eyes briefly.  "Kidding, bro. Just beer's fine. Anything but Bud."<br/><br/>As Matthew headed off, she faced Isis again, grimaced, then grinned. "OK, the second part of that answer's acceptable, at least. And honest. You didn't fuh-fuh-fuh and try to bullshit me. Ten points."<em> Does she really want to... </em>she shrugged. "Sure. Most of my stuff's at my work loft downtown, though, not here in the apartment. I got a few small pieces here, not much."<br/><br/>If the dark-haired goddess smoked, then she probably wouldn't object if Eiryn took on a bit of chemical calm. Looking around briefly, she checked for anyone who just screamed 'narc', and took a stubby joint out of the sash of her robe. "Got a light? Welcome to a hit, if you roll that way."