<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ev1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Paisley “Lee” Halliwell<br/><strong>Creature:</strong>Witch/Cupid<br/><strong>Location:</strong>P3, Dance Floor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Angel<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Or a Snickers bar."</em><br/><br/>Lee laughed at the shrug and the look on his face as he tried to tell her he wasn't easy and then named his price and couldn't resist teasing, "So what will<em>two</em>Snickers bars get me?"<br/><br/>As the music slowed a bit she danced in closer, a warm, inviting, smile on her lips as she looked up at the man who would have dwarfed her utterly if she hadn't been wearing significant heels. He still towered over, even with the added height of the spikes on her feet, but at least she didn't look like a midget beside him with them on.<br/><br/><em>"Well look at us, a pair of stick-in-the-muds. We'll have to loosen each other up tonight. "</em><br/><br/>Reaching up she stroked back a strand of hair that had fallen forward across his forehead and grinned up at him, "And just what did you have in mind?" she asked with a small smirk, the double entendre of his words not lost on her in the least. "To be fair, I have to tell you, I'm not cheap either...I require at least another shot of tequila," she said trying to nod her head sagely and look as if this comment was od dire importance but eyes sparkling with mirth and the corners of her lips twitching upward ruined the effect.<br/><br/><br/>