<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img825.imageshack.us/img825/2356/26511828.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: corsiva;"><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Prudence Johnna "PJ" Halliwell<br/> <strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br/> <strong>Location:</strong> P3 - Back Office<br/> <strong>Tagged:</strong> Jaid</span><br/><hr/><br/>Prudence watched at Jaid moved to her desk to write down something and then stepped back toward her extending the slip of paper.<br/><br/>"Oh yes!  I...well my mother used to be a school teacher, so I know a lot about filing, copying, and general office work.  And I'd be more than happy to help you. You probably have my number on file, but just in case, here it is again.  Use it anytime."<br/><br/>It was good that she had some prior experience, not that PJ wouldn't have trained her regardless. Most jobs were self explanatory but PJ liked things just so and Jaid would have to be shown just how she wanted it. Standing by the door she took the number from the lovely blonde woman and smiled. She could have gotten it from the file but it was easier to just have it on hand and she was ultimately glad that it was thought of ahead of time.<br/><br/><strong>"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."</strong><br/><br/>Giving her a genuinely soft smile she opened the door to her office and started out. Her cell phone was tucked into her pocket after she had texted her cousin to bring her the dinner. He would be here soon and she had enough time to get another bartender in if they did in fact need it. Double checking staff was usually Wyatt's job but she didn't mind going through it herself tonight. Her hand rested lightly on Jaid's upper back as she ushered her out into the club once more.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><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/><br/>She rose a brow at his words and then took a sip from her drink. This guy was too good to be true. There had to be something wrong with him. She wondered if maybe one of the Halliwells could spot it. She had known about their magical abilities but had never seen the big guns get pulled out, even if she had known they had that capability. Jinni had been a part of their external family long enough that PJ had trusted her to keep their secret safe. Having spent a few nights a the Manor with PJ, she had seen things most humans would blink twice at and consider a trick of the eye.<br/><br/>As Angel went on about about meeting a magic woman with charms, Jin nearly spewed her drink out but caught herself and started coughing instead.<br/><br/><em> Real charming Jin, choke on your drink. Maybe he'll do mouth to mouth.... ah gawd!!  stop that! stop that! Think of Wyatt.... sexy.. handsome... clueless Wyatt who doesn't know you exist beyond the PJ's Best Friend column.</em><br/><br/>She wiped at her mouth with a napkin provided and then looked at him with a slight chuckle. It was always best, in her experience, to laugh off your mistakes and just change the subject. She thought about just who she could set him up with. Her insides tingled slightly as she felt something off. Something going on around her that she couldn't place. A flash of power... maybe. Chewing at her straw in her drink some she sipped it more carefully this time and looked back to the dark Angel next to her.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry... wrong pipe... did you maybe want to dance again? I'm sure we should make your night worth the trip out here and if you come to P3 you have to dance at least two or three times with pretty women."</strong><br/><br/>Sliding down from her stool she looked at him and held out a hand with a wink. She hoped some of the girls would show up tonight, maybe PJ, but then again, PJ was not a good fit for this guy. Maybe... Payton... or Brie. That could work. Maybe. Possibly. Her mind went over the differences in the girls and how they matched up to the charming gentleman that she had spent a good bit of the past hour or so with.