<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ev6-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Paisley “Lee” Halliwell<br/><strong>Creature:</strong>Witch/Cupid<br/><strong>Location:</strong>P3, back at the bar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Angel<br/><br/><hr/><br/>On the other end of the bar from her family now, she waved to them while continuing to sway to the music and waiting for the bartender to bring them the shots Angel ordered for them. With a smirk on her lips she grinned up at the tall man and moved when the man beside them left his stool. Hooking the heels of her boots onto the cross bars in the legs she didn't boost herself onto the seat but stood on them, using a grip on Angel's arm for balance as she finally stood even with his 6'8 frame.<br/><br/>Reaching up she brushed a stray hair away from his forehead once more, her dark eyes glittering with amusement, and something darker, as they met on a level with his own, "A cruel streak huh? I don't think I've ever been accused of that before. At least not by anyone not related to me. Sister of course always find reasons to think each other are mean but that's family."<br/><br/>Hearing the slide of the shot glasses on the bar she dropped a tip for the bartender and clinked her glass against Angel's as a smirk tugged at her lips, "I have, however, been accused of being rather naughty on occasion," she teased before sliding her free hand into the hair at the back of his head and leaning in close. With a low chuckle in her throat she murmured, "Hold still," before sprinkling a line of salt on his skin and slowly licking that line clean from his flesh. Grabbing her shot glass she quickly downed the tequila with the taste of salt and skin still on her lips and then slammed it to the bar.<br/><br/>Shifting on the bar stool she leaned back slightly, bracing herself on the bar itself instead of him now and grinning impishly, "Your turn...if you dare," she taunted playfully.<br/><br/>