<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br/><strong>Type:</strong>Witch/Whitelighter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>P3 Bar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Brie, PJ, Payton, Jack<br/><em>That wasn't expected...</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The last reaction she expected from Connor was for him to allow her to get the last word. No, she thought they were going to scream at each other until their voices ceased to obey the heart's will. Yet once again, Connor left and only Melinda remained. She exhaled a shaky breathe, trying to get control over the emotions raging through her minds. How could she be happy that he was alive while at the same time wanting to choke the life from his lungs? It was such a contradiction. A painful one. She didn’t stick around to watch him disappear into the parking lot before heading back into the club. The gyrating bodies on the dance floor no longer appealed to her. Besides the only reason she went to join the crowd of bodies, dancing to the music, was to escape some type of confrontation with a past lover. That didn’t work out as she planned, but one couldn’t control another person's actions. It was tempting to go in the ladies room or even Wyatt’s office for some type of privacy. Attempt to recollect her thoughts.<br/><br/><em>No</em>, she told herself mentally,<em> I came out tonight to enjoy myself with family. That’s what I intend to do</em>. The words weren’t as comforting as earlier in the night, but Melinda still made her way over to the bar, sliding quietly next to her cousin,Brie, who was speaking to a woman. She gestured for the bartender to bring her another drink. It was her intention to drown the pain away. Old pain. Yet even that wasn’t possible since she refused to depend on exterior forces to deal with her problems. Just a few drinks, but not enough to dilute herself from actually being herself. The drink was placed in front of her, and she sipped at it while listening to the music. She tried not to let her somberness appear on her face since her cousins and sibling was having a good time. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw PJ and Payton approach the bar. Her nose wrinkled in disapproval since Payton wasn't of legal drinking age. For a moment, she started to say something about it, but then she stopped herself. How many nights did she indulge in a little drink when she was younger? Of course, she never did it around her family. Always with friends. Who was she to deny her cousin the same type of activities that created a lot of fun memories? Besides, nothing too horrific could happen with nearly the entire Halliwell clan here to watch out for her.<br/><br/>A little smile came on her face a the woman speaking to Brie began to sing with an alright voice. Melinda couldn't resisting commenting, "You have a pretty singing voice. Much better than my own." She glanced over at Brie, seeing if her cousin agreed, before taking another sip of her drink. "I'm Melinda, by the way. Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier."<em>I was a little distracted</em>. A pleasant smile came on her face as she spoke the greeting. Natural friendliness and optimism overshadowing the earlier negativity.