<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: JasmineUPC;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Rhiannon.Jinnifer.Middleton</strong><br/>....just call me Jinni....</span> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: eurostile;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong> Location: P3 bar<br/>Tagged: Angel</strong></span></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br/>His gentlemanly manners were noticed immediately and she almost wished she weren't mooning so badly over Wyatt. This one was a keeper. Maybe she could set him up with one of the cousins.<br/><br/><strong>"Ooooh a man who can cook. You are sounding far too good to be true for anyone. So whats wrong with you? You have some big dark secret? You're really a gay guy who likes to make women feel special but have a man at home to warm your bed? That would be any girls luck. Handsome, successful, can dance, can cook.. charming.. yup.. most of those are gay or married."</strong><br/><br/>She took a long sip from her refreshed drink after giving him a smile for the drink and the barkeep a nod.<br/><br/><strong>"Thats it!! You're married! Right?"</strong><br/><br/>She grinned at him with a half smirk and swatted his bicep playfully then sipped at her drink a touch more.  The look he gave her and the little flirty words about getting out more often now, made her genuinely smile. The attention was nice and the compliments even nicer. She looked up at him with her blue eyes and wet her glossy pink lips before turning on her barstool to lean on one elbow and glance around the dance floor.<br/><br/>