<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/>"<em>Thank you. I will definitely give you a call. I should do a few rounds and I'm sure those tables are filling up out there. Thank you again for the snack. It was sweet of you.</em>"<br/><br/>Jaid walked along with P.J, feeling content that the situation had gone her way, and that there had been a doorway opened for more interaction later down the road.  Right now, she was exactly where she needed to be, and in the best possible position to give advice when it was needed.  So she nodded, allowing the hand on her back to lead her back into the front of the club.<br/><br/>"<strong>It was no problem boss.  I'll see you later than.</strong>"  She sent the woman one last smile, before heading over to her section.  She wasn't the best waitress in the world, but she did well enough, and there was sure to be dozens of customers who needed refreshments, she couldn't afford to get fired just yet.