<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 her flat<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Getting to know all about each other<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eiryn waved off the pipe with a sleepy grin. "No thanks, hun. Already pretty lit. Not used to straight hits." Curling  in on herself like a Slinkie toy, the Gothette perched on the corner of her mattress in a passable lotus. Using her almost-empty coffee cup like a semaphore flag, she waved Isis down as well.<br/><br/>"You better start talking about you. I suck at small talk, an' I'm likely to do something stupid, otherwise."<em>Like kiss you...</em>"Like startin' to work again, and leavin' you on your own." She shifted a bit- her ass didn't have that much padding, and the mattress was kinda thin- and then amended her statement. "But I do want to photograph you. I mean, not tonight- all my gear's at the loft. But...soon. If it's cool."<br/><br/><em>Please, please, <strong>please</strong> don't ask if I want you bare for the shots.  Because I do. Topless, anyway. But right now, that's gonna be so weird if it comes up.</em>