<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127043.msg5643170#msg5643170">Quote from: Josietta on 28-12-2011, 18:01:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Staring at her phone waiting on a reply she glanced up to see Jaid standing there. Tucking back a dark lock behind one ear she gave the female a smile of thanks. Prudence remembered when they hired the girl but hadn't really had a chance to speak with her. It was one of those few things that she prided herself on. Knowing the staff and talking with them all on a first name basis, that is. Just recently it seemed the column in the magazine had picked up more emails in the past couple weeks than in the past three months. PJ tried hard to answer them all and almost never missed a single one in doing so.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you, Jaid. That was very thoughtful of you. How are things out there this evening? Starting to liven up a bit yet?"</strong><br/><br/>It was just then, that her cousin texted her back and she glanced at the message. Giving a bit of a sigh, she shook her head and replied back.<br/><br/><em>Why do we have 400 cases of maraschino cherries ordered? And you could orb me some food over later, right now Jaid has just brought me a snack.</em><br/><br/>Glancing back up to the blonde female she gave her a smile and settled back into her chair again.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry. That was Wyatt.. business stuff and family dinner, always something yanno? So... you liking it here at P3 so far?"</strong><br/><br/>She gave her a smile and nibbled a little at something small from the plate she brought in.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvwgmhwKEl1r2c7ulo1_500-6.png)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Jaid Samantha Black</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">These Boots are Made for Walking</span><br/>Tagging: Prudance, anyone</span></span></div><br/><br/><br/>Jaid watched her charge, one of her hands went on to grip the tray, letting it rest negligently against her hip, while the other hand flipped some of her blond hair out of her face, before answering P.J's question.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh, It's no problem Miss. Halliwell, and it's getting busier, I think we may even need to call in another bartender for later tonight, if the place continues to fill as much as it has already.</strong>"  She really didn't know too much about clubs, and was only repeating what she'd heard the two bartenders saying a half hour ago; but P.J didn't know that.<br/><br/>Her smile grew, as she watched the dark haired girl work her cell phone, and when Wyatt was mentioned.  He was not her charge, but she was glad to see that the family was close, that would make her job easier, in the end.  She nodded brightly, at P.J's words.<br/><br/>"<strong>I'm enjoying it here, so much to do, I'm almost never bored.  And don't apologize, family is really important, and it's always nice to see someone appreciate theirs.  It's probably a part of the reason why I like working here.  It's a family owned place, and you can feel that.</strong>"  She took a small breath, before pushing forward, her body moving closer to the desk in front of her.<br/><br/>"<strong>I enjoy watching you and your family interact together, you're all so nice, and warm. And without coming across as some...well as coming across weird; I wanted you to know, if you need anything, anything at all, please let me know.  I'd be happy to help.</strong>"  As if to emphasize that she wasn't trying to weird the girl out, she took a step back, towards the door.  As if trying to give the girl more room would make her offer seem less odd.