<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At da Partay,<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis, Matthew, open.<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Freaking out a little<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 shrugged at Isis' assessment of her younger self. "I was a mouthy, opinionated little bint who was sure she saw things differently from everyone else. Nothing's changed, except I'm not sure I'm always right, anymore. We'da been fine." Then her heart skipped a beat. Was the beauty really offering to give a fresh-met guy the run of her place, so as to not mess up their very tentative plans together?  That was...she gulped.<br/><br/>"Yeah, sure. I mean...if you're cool with it. Or we could totally raincheck it, if it's easier, I need to see your shop anyway, an' I do most of my work downtown. Got the front loft over Eden, more space an' better light, and the tax break and..."<em> And you're babbling.</em>"And I'm babbling. It's the weed. Shutting up."  Closing her eyes for a moment, she looked down, shook her head, and laughed at herself. "God. Smooth." Casting a sidelong grin at Matt, she commiserated. "It's not just guys who get tonguetied, bro."<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she meet Isis' eyes. "Let's do this. Let's get the jarhead here settled in your place. I've got a couple of pieces in my flat I'd really like you to see- can do that without ever leavin' the building. Then...let's just...see how things feel, k?  How's that work for you?" Patting Matt's hand again, he reassured him, "Not tryin' to ditch you, Ez. You're welcome, too. I'm an artist, though, uh...my stuff's kinda weird.  Ari is too. But her stuff is edible. Damn. That green is stronger than I thought. Shutting up again." In befuddled self-defense, she passed the joint back to Isis.