<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br/><strong>Type:</strong>Witch/Whitelighter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>P3 Bar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Brie, Wyatt, Jack, Jaxom<br/><em>Here it goes again...</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The talk of music reminded her of a lounge located not too far from P3 that allowed a karaoke for people brave enough to face a crowd. She went there once or twice with friends, and each time there was a person there who either sang like a professional or like one of those poor souls from that television show when she was younger called<em>American Idol</em>. But even with the worse of singers, everyone was always respectful and supportive of the bravery necessary to sing in front of others. For the briefest moment, Melinda thought that her eldest brother was asking her a question about the less than desired encounter with Conner. Her eyes flashed at him with look that spoke the words 'I don’t want to talk about it'.<br/><br/>It wasn’t until Jack spoke that she realized Wyatt’s question was not directed towards her. She glanced around the bar, looking for Jinni, but the woman was gone. All but vanished into the thickness of swaying bodies. “Oh.” The sound was soft and contemplative since she was curious to know the situation behind her brother’s astonished expression. A touch caused her to peek down over the rim of her glass to see Brie’s hand there. She flashed her cousin an appreciative smile despite her mood since it wasn’t fair to let her emotions bring down the party.<em>A few more drinks will help with that.</em>The little devil of temptation seemed to whisper the words in her mind, but she absolutely refused to drown her problems in intoxication. No matter how alluring it appeared.<br/><br/>The conversation between Brie and Jack held half of her attention. It wasn’t until she heard the words "I do believe in the supernatural" that she turned to face the woman with a curious expression on her face. Jack did not appear like one of those people who vested their entire lives into finding something unnatural in the world. No, she looked like a person with a leveled head on her shoulders. What happened for her to have such beliefs? The answer to her question came a few seconds later, and she exhaled softly upon hearing the explanation.<em>Appearances deceive.</em>Her mother told her that many times before, and Melinda always chalked it up to her being a worrywart. They were living in the present, not the dark ages of demons attacking from every single corner. Maybe her mother was right since at the house, she’d been wrong when…her mind pulled a blank. What happened at the house? Brie’s contractor came, and then…he left. Her nose wrinkled at the thought since it didn’t seem quite right yet that was what her memory played for her. She put her drink down on the bar counter. That was enough alcohol for the night. As much as she wanted to ask Jack more about this information put in front of her, Melinda wanted to be selfish tonight. She usually always attempted to put serious priorities first such as work and even family, but the mood wasn't there. She'd let Brie handle that little bit of information since her cousin had the clearer mind at the moment.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she turned to look at the dance floor. Lee and Angel were tearing it up on the dance floor. It was nice to see her cousin enjoying herself after working hard throughout the week. Everyone deserved a moment to just let their inner selves shine through the darkness. A grin came on her face in response to her Brie’s words before playing shaking her head. The loose curls about her face shifted around in response as she tried to put a face to the name Jaxom. It didn’t take long for her to recall or notice a male on the dance floor. The motion and freeform choreography of his body looked much better than those surrounding him. It was always a tad bit intimidating to dance with a professional dancer, and she’d seen Brie’s moves before when she was just playing around in their house.<br/><br/>Yet there was something happy about his face on the dance floor, and she could use a little joy right now. "No, you stay here. I think I'm going to dance my way over towards your friend. Hopefully, I don't make a fool of myself." She gave a parting smile to Jack before sliding off her seat again for the second time in the night. Nervousness took over for gloominess as she rocked her hips to the slightly face beat as her fingers snapped to the rhythm. Jaxom was an attractive young male, and it wasn't the easiest of tasks to wriggle her way through the crowd in his direction. There was always the fear of rejection since she wasn't sure if he knew she was Brie's cousin. Plus, he looked perfectly fine on his own without dancing with what might appear like an amateur in his eyes.<em>You can do this, Melinda.</em>She nibbled at her lower lip, feeling like some loser at a middle school dance, before dancing her way over to him. "Hey." The words were a bit too soft due to the music, and she shook her head in amusement before deciding to let her her body do the talking. Without speaking again, she started to dance with little twirls of her hands and hips. A genuine look of pleasure came on her face as she relaxed a bit.