<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/Charmed_Helen_%28100c%29.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">H</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">ELEN</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">B</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">RIANNE</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">M</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">ITCHELL</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;"><br/>          it is in you to carry on      |      it is in you to lay down fears that hold      |     it is in you to find your way home          </span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny</em><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">   » austin . tragan . paisley . jinni </span></span><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/87/Brie_clubbing_01.jpg)</div>Brie hadn't needed more than ten minutes to shower, mess up her hair, and bounce back downstairs in a flurry of damp hair and ruffled clothing pulled on quickly. She'd ignored the<em>look</em>Tray gave her when he saw what she was wearing - he never approved whenever she showed up with skin exposed anywhere under her neck and above mid-thigh - and had thrown on a thicker coat to keep out San Francisco's winter chill. Even though she was itching to get to the club early to dance to her heart's content, Brie managed to restrain her impatience and wait while Tray drove the two of them back to his place so he could also shower and change to make an appearance at the club.<br/><br/>They had arrived not too long ago, and by then, not even the temptation of seeing Austin again could keep Brie away from the stage, where most of the dancers had gathered. After delivering her coat to one of the bartenders to keep behind the bar, Brie made a beeline for where the best stuff happened in a club.<br/><br/><em>This day keeps getting better!</em>She reached into the crowd of people, grinning, and grabbed onto the wrist of one of the dancers. He stopped, surprised - then exclaimed in surprise and swept her off her feet in a healthy bear hug. It was an impressive feat, since Brie was taller than most girls (made even taller in her delicate pumps), but since Jaxom was used to doing lifts with the best of the best in Unity, she was probably about as light as a feather for him.<br/><br/>Brie wrapped one arm playfully around his neck so she could pull him down and shout in his ear.<strong>"What are you doing here?" </strong>Without need for cues or counts, both of them swung into a fast-paced step that was perfect for the DJ's song.<br/><br/>He didn't answer for several stanzas, matching her step for step and throwing in one of his signature lifts for a good measure. Brie laughed as she gripped his shoulders tightly, then slid them down his body to land as the song transitioned into something with less speed, but a stronger beat. They shifted to the edge of the crowd while Brie caught her breath, giving him a chance to answer without shouting himself hoarse.<strong><em>"Well, you know a lot of the guys at Unity like coming here. Good dancing, and it's small - plus, if we catch you, we can run up a tab at the bar!"</em></strong>She socked him in the arm, but grinned good naturedly as she shifted the thin blazer on her shoulders. They traded a few more questions and answers while Brie took stock of her outfit - the black shorts had been a good choice, she reflected, and the blazer was cute, sassy, and not terribly revealing. Tray might complain, but they both knew that Brie didn't dress slutty to clubs, ever - he was just being his usual protective, big-brother self.<br/><br/><strong><em>"So, you hoping to get lucky tonight or something?"</em></strong>He waved at her lacy bandeau top and winked, earning himself another sock in the arm as Brie stuck a tongue out at him.<strong>"No, Tray and some of the other cousins just wanted to come here and hang tonight."</strong><em>And Austin</em>, Brie thought to herself. She couldn't stop the silly little smile that curled the corners of her lips - a smile that Jaxom caught. Grinning, he kissed her forehead - they'd almost become a couple once, and though nothing had happened, they were still close friends - and pointed back at the dance floor.<em><strong>"I'm going back! You coming?"</strong></em><br/><br/>Brie shook her head as her eyes lit upon a familiar set of shoulders. She began making her way through the maze of people, turning down a couple of offers to dance while she slid through the crowd. Before she managed to intercept Austin on the way to bar, though, she spotted two other familiar faces - one of Prue's friends, and Paisley. Brie made eye contact and waved to Jinni while she joined Paisley at the bar, letting her eyes linger on Jinni's friend a couple seconds longer before she pulled her eyes away reluctantly. Now<em>he</em>was all kinds of hot. The witch grinned widely as she winked at both of them before turning back to the bar to sit with Paisley.<br/><br/>The Mitchell sister was a familiar face at P3, and by the time she'd slid onto one of the bar seats, the bartender had her usual glass of cider waiting on a paper napkin. After one incident with alcohol in college, Brie had decided that she and alcohol didn't mix. Prue and Wyatt kept a stash of Martinelli's behind the counter just for her, and she always made sure to call before she came and replenish the supply whenever it ran out.<br/><br/><strong>"Did you just get here, Paisley?"</strong>Brie couldn't help but scan her eyes back down the other way, where Austin was headed... but where was Tray?