<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/><strong>Location:</strong>At da Partay,<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>More in WTF than in anger<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>The witched-out Goth watched the singer storm off with an expression that could only be described as 'muddled.' "What...the<em>fuck</em>...was that?" Her nose wrinkled up as she frowned, making her look like she'd smelt something bad, but really, she was more surprised than anything.<br/><br/>After a minute, she turned to Isis and shrugged. "Artists. The hell you gonna do? Promise me, though, I pull that shit when you're around? Hit me with a bus or something." Grinning, she took her goddess' hand again. "Come on. Let's get you outa your Pulcinellas. Annnnnd into something warmer," she quickly continued, before either one of them could say something that would embarrass either of them even more.<br/><br/>Still, she snuck one last look back in the direction Zach had headed, and rolled her eyes. "What. Ever."