<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/21f88_ashley-greene-hair-style-2011-18.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Payton Vincentia Halliwell</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Party ti--uh, what?! Leaving? Ugh...</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Tagged: Kenny, Wyatt, Anyone</span></span></div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Payton was having a good time just letting go. She moved naturally to the music and though she was nowhere near as gifted as her cousin Brie, she was certainly no slouch either. Kenny was dancing with her, though really he was doing more watching than dancing but she didn't mind. She was just glad to see him having a good time too. Lost in the beat and loving it, she wasn't really paying much attention to others around her. Kenny's demeanor changed ever so slightly, so it should have been a warning but when Wyatt nearly bumped into her, grabbing onto her hips out of reflex, she was just as surprised as he was. <br/><br/><strong>“Oh!”</strong> She turned and grinned when she realized it was him, pressing back against Kenny for a moment. <strong>“Hey Wyatt.”</strong> Her grin was more amused than anything given the circumstances.<br/><br/>She couldn't really hear him over the music but she did manage to catch the major key words by reading his lips. <strong>“Manor. 10 am. Gotcha.”</strong> She nodded and gave him a thumbs up before returning to her dancing. As long as her boss didn't decide to pull her out of bed in the morning, she'd be there anyhow so it was all good to her. <br/><br/>She had just gotten back into the music when she glanced over to find Kenny reading a message on his phone. She got the sinking feeling that her night was about to go downhill watching the scowl deepening on his face. Concerned she reached up and brushed her fingers over the crease between his brows. The touch had the desired effect and he looked away from the screen, his expression softening some but then she could see it coming. <br/><br/>Tugging him down to her level she spoke near his ear. <strong>“Kenneth Mitchell don't you dare.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“I'm sorry Belle. I gotta go take care of something.”</strong> His arms came around her, hugging her to him.<br/><br/><strong>“What?! You're just gonna leave me here?” </strong><br/><br/><strong>“I don't...”</strong> He started to say he didn't want to go but changed his mind, <strong>“I gotta. Your family is here. You'll be okay. If not, call me when you're ready to go and I'll come get you. But I gotta run.”</strong> He kissed her forehead and left her before she could even get started with her questions. <br/><br/>Payton considered chasing after him, if only to punch him in the arm for abandoning her but instead she just watched him go. Once he was out of sight she wrapped her arms around herself and debated going over to the bar where she figured at least one of her cousins would be but somehow that didn't appeal to her so she just turned and pushed deeper into the crowd on the dance floor to dance away her disappointment. <br/></span></span>