<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<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Brie, Lee, Jinni, Angel, Connor<br/><em>DJ, that's my song!</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyeph3Cx8Z1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br/>Lee's free spirit attitude slightly surprised her, but she was pleased that her cousin was intent on having fun tonight. She raised her own glass back at her before taking another drink of the cool liquid with a silly grin on her face. It was in this moment of hugging Brie along with chatting with her cousins that she was pleased about her decision to come out rather than sit in the house. "I wish I could just throw an outfit together and make it look as cute as yours." Her fashion sense wasn't as good as others so it usually took her a bit of time to find something perfect to wear for different occasions. Melinda still sipped at her first drink as Jinni and the man, later introduced as Angel, made their way over to the bar.<br/><br/>She smiled in greeting to each before laughing a little at the failed attempt at remembering her name. It wasn’t at all off-putting or insulting since it was possibly due to her avoiding the manor along with this particular club most of the time. “Perfectly fine,” she reassured Jinni, “I am a bit hard to keep track of at times.” She swirled in her seat to look around as Brie and Angel began to speak, taking in the atmosphere of the club. A woman in a little blue dress caught her attention, and she shook her head when it became clear that it was Payton. “Little hellion.” She spoke the words affectionately. She was finishing off her first drink, and ready to order a second when a familiar voice caused her to turn around in surprise.<br/><br/>Connor. Connor Andrews. She stared at him for a second before resisting the urge to order another shot of vodka. Melinda couldn't help but notice that he appeared almost the same, only a bit older. Unlike some of their classmates, he appeared as handsome as the last time she saw him. That brought back a painful memory of the past, one she thought buried a long time ago. It was easier to get over someone when they weren't around in front of you. Easier to say damn him to hell yet here he was alive and in the flesh. He used her nickname as if they’d never separated. It was insulting and hurtful at the same time. She couldn’t help but feel anger that his mother did not warn her of his return. “Hey, Connor.” She forced herself to smile even though it did not appear genuine. Just then, another shot of vodka was sent her way, and she thanked the heavens for the distraction.<br/><br/>She turned it up, loving the burn of liquor sliding down her throat, before rising up from her bar stool. Tonight was her night. Not even he could ruin this for her with his sudden appearance. "I'm headed to the dance floor," she called back to Lee and Brie. Her voice was reasonably calm as she made her way pass him. “You can have my seat at the bar if you intend to order.” It wasn't exactly how she imagined their reunion. When she was younger, Melinda always pictured herself slapping him across the face before delivering a kick to his balls. No, not tonight, even though it would have been satisfying for her younger self to toss a drink in his face. Instead, she made her way gracefully towards the dance floor, rocking her hips to the dynamic beat that pulsed around the room. No one would ruin this night for her, not even him. It wasn't long before she was in the very center of the dance floor.