<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 Bar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Angelo, Jake, Jinni, Wyatt, Brie, Connor<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Focused on Connor she didn't see Wyatt come up at first. From behind her she heard a string of Mandarin and a small smile curved her lips. Her Cantonese was better from the time she spent in Chinatown and classes she'd taken over the years, but she could pick out just enough of the Mandarin to know the proverb that Jake muttered...or at least to suspect she did. She could be wrong, but, given the situation, she didn't think she was.  She didn't respond to it but Connor did, earning a fresh scowl from Paisley.<br/><br/>Just what did that ass think he was doing coming anywhere nearly a Halliwell anyway?<br/><br/>Watching him move away she blinked and slid her leg from the stool she'd been barring him from sitting on, only then noticing Wyatt who she flashed a smile at, her entire demeanor changing in the space of a heartbeat, "Hey cousin, have a seat!" she offered with a small smirk on her lips.<br/><br/>Turning her gaze to Angelo she flashed an admiring grin up at the large man, "Tequila has always been my shot of choice, leave me all warm and fuzzy inside," she admitted.<br/><br/>Hearing him say Jinni was danced out she laughed and shook her head gently, knowing full well that was an excuse. Jinni could dance the night away if she chose too, but Lee wasn't going to turn down his offer. And apparently if she'd had a mind to, Brie wasn't going to let her. Before she could respond, her cousin was all but pushing her into the tall mans arms making her laugh and link her arm with his.<br/><br/>"I'd love to dance," she said and as they moved to the floor, and he mentioned staying close enough for her to smack Connor with a chair she grinned up at him, a slightly dark glimmer in her eyes as she pulled him down so she could speak in his ear without having to scream over the music, "A Halliwell has far better ways of dealing with a man than smacking him in the head with a chair!"<br/><br/>With a smirk she slid her hand into his and pulled him deeper onto the dance floor. Mel was perfectly capable of handling Connor, or of coming back for help if he got out of hand. Spinning to face Angelo she let a slow smile curve her lips as she danced close, but without touching him, "So Angelo, tell just who you are," she said with a soft laugh so that the question would sound less ominous.