<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 da Partay,<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis, Zach<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Business before pleasure...briefly.<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Eiryn met him grip for grip, her handshake no-bullshit, all long fingers and calluses. "Eiryn. Was kinda surprised to see you- didn't know you lived here. I was behind the bar that night, didn't get a chance to talk to any of ya." She nodded as his assessment. "Pretty hardcore. Have to say, though, couple a tunes, sounded like you guys still haven't totally found your voice." A shrug wrote it off. "No big. Happens to all of us. You'll get there."<br/><br/>Cocking her head to look at him again, she asked "You got a card? Doing a gallery show in about six weeks, might want to hire you. No promises- depends on the venue manager, an' she's been yanking my chain from day one, but if I can work it..."  Sheepishly, she snapped her mouth shut, looked sideways at Isis. "And...this is Isis. And I'm an asshole.  Sorry. I get kinda fixated, some times. Great for work, sucks for bein' social."