<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/21f88_ashley-greene-hair-style-2011-18.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Payton Vincentia Halliwell</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Chit-chat with the big sis</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Tagged: PJ</span></span></div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Payton glanced up as the waiter returned with their drinks and she accepted hers with a cheeky grin. She didn't bother to tease him anymore since he'd soon be back to telling her no. No reason to give him extra incentive really, Prue's say so was enough. <br/><br/>Sighing she sat forward some and sipped at her drink, finding it pleasant enough. Her gaze  slipped back toward the tall man on the dance floor again and she swore he seemed familiar somehow. She couldn't make out his features clearly but there was something about him. It was gonna bug her until she figured it out. She hadn't slept with him. Oh no, she'd definitely remember that. So what was it? Shaking her head she turned back to Prue and took a sip of her drink just as her sister spoke, <em><strong>"Pay... do you like Kenny? I mean like, not friend like, but boyfriend like him?"</strong></em><br/><br/>Payton almost choked on her drink. Luckily she had only sipped it or likely her sister and the table would have caught it.  <br/><br/><strong>“Kenny?!”</strong> She frowned and toyed with her hair some as she thought about that. It was a logical conclusion in some ways. The whole Kenny as a boyfriend thing. He was definitely attractive, and she definitely loved him but she want 'in' love with him. He was just... Kenny. Sure, they'd been each other's firsts but that more than anything was why they both knew there was nothing romantic there. There were too many things that just made that impossible, on her end anyhow.<br/><br/><strong>“Umm... Kenny is like my best friend. I love him to death but he's...”</strong>[/b] She searched  for the right words but could only come up with, <strong>“Kenny. I mean, really he's not my type. I just... I worry about him, ya know.”</strong> She hoped that would suffice because she didn't really want to dig around in her overly complicated feelings for the boy. The darkness in him scared her, made her worry for him and want to protect him. <br/><br/><strong>“What made you ask that anyhow?”</strong> Payton made a face and reached for her drink again.</span></span>