<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cb/Charmed_Helen_%28100d%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>well, one drink shouldn't hurt...</em><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">   » paisley . melinda . jinni . angelo </span></span><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Charmed_brianne_c.png)</div>The wide smile on Brie's only widened further at Paisley's cheerful assessment of their outfits. Paisley was usually so quiet and serious - more tranquil than wild, without a penchance towards flinging convention in its own face - that seeing her like this,  sporting sexy heels and a sexier dress, would probably shock anyone who didn't see her in casual environments like P3.<br/><br/><strong>"You're giving us a run for the money yourself, Paisley,"</strong>the dancer laughed, including Melinda in a hug as she slid off her seat to make room for Jinni and the handsome stranger as they arrived. Having danced in everything from ballet shoes, to jazz heels, to sneakers and even barefoot, Brie could easily stand, walk, and dance all night long in whatever footwear she selected from her closet without missing a beat. She didn't mind giving up her seat if it meant one of the others could rest.<br/><br/><strong>"And this?"</strong>Brie plucked at the lapel of her blazer and tried to manage as innocent a smile as possible, though she only managed to look mischievous and just a little bit playful.<strong>"I didn't actually have any of my clothes on hand at the Manor, so I threw this together from one of performances. It was either this or wear even less, and I didn't think Tray would appreciate <em>that</em>."</strong><br/><br/>As Jinni made introductions, Brie glanced briefly over at Austin, who seemed to be... waiting. Probably for Tray. Not wanting to make herself a third wheel from the start, the brunette decided that she would wait until Tray made his appearance before joining them. And in the meantime, of course, she could make a new friend - a very<em>tall</em>new friend who looked just about the right height for a great dance partner.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Hey there.. How are you guys doing?  This is Angel... he's new to the club scene so to speak, always hiding behind his desk or chasing teenagers who break rules.  This is Brie, Lee, and ....."</em></strong><br/><br/>Brie waited for Jinni and Paisley to finish their introductions and greetings before she said her hellos.<strong>"Hi, Jinni - its been a while. Lucky me, I came back from our tour just in time for an unofficial get-together at P3."</strong>To Angel, she nodded and raised her own glass (of non-alcoholic cider, of course) slightly in greeting.<strong>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Angel - though if you don't mind my saying, you don't look much like the traditional cherubs."</strong>She winked to convey her good-natured teasing.<br/><br/>When Paisley ordered a round of shots for all of them, Brie hesitated. She didn't usually drink, and with good reason - the last time she'd gone drinking in college, she'd nearly exposed her powers when her ability to control her orbing went a little haywire. That had been enough of a fright to make her swear almost completely off of liquor. She didn't mind terribly, since dancing was fun regardless, and the hours she kept working and practicing made it more than impractical to attempt getting a buzz. And it even meant that there was always somebody to take care them when the company went out as a group.<br/><br/><em>But this is P3...</em>She stole a glance at Austin, and felt that little tremor of uncertainty snake its way through her belly. The uncharacteristic nervousness made her feel weird.<em>I suppose one shot wouldn't hurt.</em>Brie caught the bartender's eye and ordered a shot of Kamikaze, ruthlessly making up her mind to take no more than a couple of shots tonight. It wouldn't do to make too much of a fool of herself in front of Angel - or Austin, when she felt a little less nervous about approaching him. Maybe the alcohol would help a little with that.<br/><br/><strong>"So if you're new to the club scene, Angel, what brought you to P3 tonight? Most people would try one of the bigger places in downtown, first."</strong>Brie really wanted to ask about Jinni's comment, about Angel chasing rule-breaking teenagers and hiding behind a desk - but with Paisley living it up at the bar and seemingly on her way to tearing up the dance floor, it didn't seem like the right time to introduce more serious conversation.<br/><br/>She could wait, though. Smiling, Brie waited for the others to order up their shots, letting Paisley and Melinda take the limelight while she enjoyed the intimate and familiar environment of P3 after a few weeks out of the clubbing scene.