Studio (Third Floor):

Artwork, creations in mediums from oil paints to broken glass festoon the warehouse walls. Works in progress -- and there were many -- comprise a significant corner of that third floor. There are three easels with blank canvases set out from the rest in case anyone needs to express themselves through art. Or just splatter paint.

On the other side there is a hodgepodge of workout equipment: climbing ropes, acrobatic silks, punching bags, trampoline, and foam pit. Yes, there is even a dance pole. A gift from Aunt Tara.

Among this collection was a heap of quilts, pillows, and blankets in prep for nesting after general mayhem ensues. The wysebox of Lirssa's youth is ready to play music or project movies on the wall.

A rack of clothes, some portraits require thematic attire, rests against a wall. Few shoes, sadly, as they are not often required in the portraits. Still, there is plenty to try out and get silly with the accessories as well. Berets and bonnets anyone?

The rooftop garden is also accessible once past the family residence. The koi pond is empty for the winter, and though snow and frost kiss the ground, it is still a welcoming place for contemplation: nature's confessional.

Food and drink of course. While Lirssa does not care for alcohol herself, she has an extensive knowledge of it and its tasty combinations. Tonight's particular creation is the Jack Rose , but she can mix up most anything. A few brand beers on hand, too. The food unfortunately is of Lirssa's particular favorites: Chinese food, Sushi, and Barbecue Brisket from Sweet Soul Joe's with all the trimmings.

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All is ready Tuesday night for an easy, relaxing evening. Lirssa stands with hands on her hips. Her bare feet comfortable without covering. Jeans and an easy tunic top of dark green comprise her simple attire. She's sent directions to the Eye, the buzzer to push at the shop door to be let in (she'd be nearby), as well as asked a few of her friends who still roamed the streets to keep an eye out for Sabine and Eden -- just in case. It is the West End after all.

Nervousness grips at her insides and twists it all about. Best way to fight them? A running launch into the foam pit before heading downstairs to help some with inventory before they arrive.

Sabine was not all that familiar with the WestEnd side of town. She had only been there a few times to go to a fight club and once to a comedy club. Thankfully the cab driver knew exactly where the Eye was and Sabine arrived without any difficulty.

Sleepovers and girl nights were still new to Sabine. Sure people crashed at her apartment regularly but she didn?t grow up having girls spend the night so they could braid one another?s hair and have pillow fights. Thus, she was unsure of what to expect from this night with Lirssa and Eden. She was limited in what she could do by the fact that she had to baby her right arm which was still in a sling and also the healing wound on her stomach that was held together by careful stitching. Regardless, Lirssa was right, Sabine needed some fun. So even if she had to take it easy and be boring, being with the girls would be better for her than sitting at home alone.

After gaining entrance to the Eye, Sabine stayed fairly slack jawed and wide eyed and decided almost instantly that as soon as she was healed up, she wanted to spend more time with Lirssa here.

?I?m moving in.? Were the first words that came to mind when she spotted Lirssa and Eden.

The evening was quite enjoyable, the food choices perfect, and the clumsy pole dancing a highlight. Sabine had to part with the girls for about an hour at ten to go cheer on her team for the IFL playoffs but returned soon after to curl up in the huge pile of blankets and pillows to veg out and stuff her face a little more.