<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>Starting at her condo, moving to the bar at P3<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes28-1.jpg)</div>Lee smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She'd left her hair down and curled the golden locks into soft waves and simply let them fall as they would. The black dress and boots made the most of her frame without actually being revealing. It was the sort of thing she never wore in her day-to-day but enjoyed even if it would shock the hell out of the people she spent most of her time at school or in the lab with...perhaps partly<em>because</em>it worked so well at shocking them.<br/><br/>Sauntering down to her car, a small, powder blue Mazda, and slid into it with a grin. She didn't drive it much but she<em>did</em>love her car. It was treated better than a lot of people's children and, despite having it for nearly three years now, still smelled nearly new. It was an odd contrast, as much as she loved her plants, she loved this piece of metal and machinery just as much. Of course the fact that it wouldn't hurt her plants helped with how much she loved it, if it could keep her in shape as well as her bike did she'd probably drive it all the time!<br/><br/>Pulling into the lot at P3 she slid from the cars embrace and glanced around, looking to see if any of her cousins had beaten her there. The lot was already nearly full and she didn't spot any cars she recognized but that didn't mean they hadn't orbed or were simply parked to far away from where she was to spot their cars at a glance. Heading to the door she flashed a grin at the bouncer who simply let her past, knowing the owner's sister on site considering how often the family gathered there.<br/><br/>Sidling up to the bar she noticed PJ's friend Jinni with a gorgeous piece of eye-candy and offered the brunette a sly grin, clearly approving of her taste in men but not going over to say, "Hi". She didn't want to interrupt. Tearing her eyes away she turned her gaze to the bartender and smiled warmly, "A martini please, dirty, three olives," she asked as she slid her credit card over the bar, "And I'll run a tab thanks." Watching the card get slid into the small file box kept just for such things she grinned and turned on her barstool, eying the club and looking for any other Halliwells who might be lurking about.