<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isis Hastings<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eiryn<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Slightly amused and going for a walk before work.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://www.polyvore.com/isis_ocn/set?id=147610960<br/><hr/><br/>Isis didn't do what she really wanted to do-- which was pull Eiryn back into her apartment, lock the door, and spend all day in bed or wherever they ended up-- but she didn't. It wasn't just physical, she felt a connection to the flawed artist. It was a kindred spirit kind of thing. She didn't know if she'd messed up with that kiss, did she just scare the woman away? It was cute, though, the blushing and the slight stammer in Eiryn's voice as she spoke after the kiss.<br/><br/>When the other woman bolted into the hallway, Isis rolled her eyes slightly. It wasn't in a bitchy way, just sometimes it was like an involuntary thing for her. She almost immeditately felt unsure of herself and stupid for what she'd done. She went into her bedroom and knelt on the floor next to her bed to reach for the small locked box underneath the bed. She grabbed her favoprite pipe and got out enough herb for a few bowls. Glancing out the window, Isis looked out for anyone who'd be able to see her, before loading a bowl and proceeding to smoke all three bowls with the window open. After she felt more relaxed and calm, she sprayed some burnt sugar body spray around her bedroom and sprited herself with her favorite perfume...Curious by Britney Spears.<br/><br/>Isis grabbed her coat and purse before locking up her apartment. She didn't know where Eiryn had run off to so she walked over to the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. She immediately spotted the group-- Eiryn included-- and did her best to walk past them unseen. She didn't think that she could face Eiryn at the moment and she sighed softly as she made it outside. The cold, fresh air did a hell of a job of waking her up and she always enjoyed walks before heading into the bakery. She knew Liz could hold the place down until she got there.<br/>