<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: Wyatt, everyone near</strong></span></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br/>Jinni had sat there for some time spaced out in her own thoughts. She had completed the introductions however and left them all to speak with one another afterwards. The lovely ebony haired female had done a lot of dancing and was a little bit tired but overall just deep in her own mind. Sitting on the bar stool she idly stirred her drink with her a straw and stared off toward the crowd. She wasn't looking at any one person or any set group, she just looked like she was in her own world.<br/><br/>Her deep blue eyes were semi focused as she watched her former dance partner with another of the girls and that inkling feeling in the back of her mind said it was good that way. She needed to follow the mans advice and seek out Wyatt. She needed to step up the game as he wasn't willing to push forward himself. Finally looking away she closed her eyes and shook her head some. The bar area had cleared some of the cousins as they had all dispersed more or less but at the end she saw him. He was looking at her.<br/><br/><em>Boy I hear you in my dreams....I feel your whisper across the sea....</em><br/><br/>The lyrics played in her head like they had so many times before and she had to make herself look away. A flush spread over her cheeks highlighting them in a soft pink hue. Jinni then picked up her drink and took a long drawn out sip from it, draining a good quarter of it before setting it back down. This took courage. Liquid courage in some instances. Her mind reeled to different things she could have done to give herself that courage but deep inside that voice came back. It whispered into her ear in a cool less appealing manner than how she heard Wyatt.<br/><br/>Without a word she slipped from her stool and started over toward the eldest male of the Halliwell clan. Her steps were sure footed, or she thought. Just a few feet away and then someone turned from the dance floor and ran into the lovely gypsy girl. She stumbled over their boots, before catching her heels on another persons shoe and tumbling forward into a guy's arms, as he was dancing. His drink spilled down the front of her dress and her eyes widened with the cold chill of ice that ran down the front and into her cleavage. It was mortifying! Embarrassment didn't begin to cover that! She apologized profusely and stumbled up with their help, along with a few gropes tossed in. Jinni didn't seem to notice however, she was too focused on the Halliwells not seeing her klutzing about. Her face flame red now she broke off into a rush to the ladies room. This was just getting worse by the second.<br/><br/>Jinni gasped for air as she stood in front of the mirror. Lucky for her, one of hte few times ever, she was alone in the restroom. The image of a man appeared in the mirror and stared back at him. He had dark hair and a handsome face with the most lovely silver eyes she had ever seen. He clucked his tongue a few times and sighed a little.<br/><br/>"Tsk tsk. Jinni... you have better grace than that. Come now... he'll never want you if you fall over him literally. Make him love you. Do not fall into that emotional trap yourself. It will only cause you more pain and heartache in the end. I'm watching you my sweet."<br/><br/>The mirror blinked back to where she saw her own face. Not even any time to reply. Her brow furrowed and she looked to the side to see a couple girls come in giggling and smiling. She offered them each a polite smile and then started to cool her face off with a wet paper towel.<br/>