<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 bar<br/> <strong>Tagged:</strong> Payton</span><br/><hr/><br/><strong>“You alright Prue?”</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Yeah... what? I'm not allowed to want to spend time with my baby sister? hmmm?"</strong><br/><br/>She gave her a little squeeze as they stepped up to the far end of the bar then made a slight detour to a table. PJ didn't want it to be blatantly obvious she was giving an underage person a drink. It would be really bad for business, and worse for her wallet. Especially since she had thought she heard Brie mentioning a police officer being there or something of the sort. Then again it could just be her own paranoia adding those little things in. Even still, the dark haired older Halliwell directed her sister to a booth and slid in across from her. She order two spritzers from the waiter, who didn't bother asking for ID or questioning why the very person they were told -not- to serve to was now being served by the very person who made it clear it wasn't to happen before. He was a slight bit confused by it all but wouldn't question it. Miss Halliwell signed his checks and he didn't want to be getting his late or not at all because of some misunderstanding or mistake.<br/><br/>Prue looked around the club at the others dancing and made note of Paisley with the handsome man then looked back to Payton again. Pushing back her hair from her face she leaned into the back of the seat and looked directly at her sisters face.<br/><br/><strong>"Soo.. whats going on?"</strong>