<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: JasmineUPC;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Rhiannon.Jinnifer.Middleton</strong><br/>....just call me Jinni....</span> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: eurostile;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong> Location: P3 dancefloor<br/>Tagged: Angel</strong></span></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br/><br/>The dance was something out of a storybook. He was debonair, dipped her in just the right way and gave her those teasing hot looks that made her blood warm and her mouth water. Jinni just wasn't sure how to handle it. Life was far too complicated at times and if some people weren't so blind or chickenshit, then it would be a lot easier. True Jinni was about as stubborn as Wyatt but she felt it wasn't her duty to ask him out. It was the guys part to do that. Besides it could cause issues between her and Prue and she didn't want that. Staring back into his dark eyes she had gone into a little daydream state of mind for a moment then blushed some and flashed that award winning smile to him.<br/><br/>"... Who's the lucky guy keeping your eye off me? "<br/><br/><strong>"What makes you think I have some lucky guy? Maybe I just haven't figured out what your flaws are yet."</strong><br/><br/>She was honest in some aspects there. There had to be something there, but she had yet to see the bad in all that goodness. My god the goodness.  His lips just beckoned for a kiss. The way he held a girl was flawless and he smelled heavenly. Jinni's smile fell away into a serious gaze of desire before she let her lips curl upward on one side almost smirking at her own thoughts. Dark thoughts. Not those evil thoughts of evil bad guys doing evil deeds. No. Not evil. Dark. In the dark. Dark hair. Staring into those blue---<br/><br/><em>---Wait... what?! Damn Wyatt ruining my naughty daydreams like that. When I see him I'll tell him all about it. Doesn't he have better things to do? Like asking me out or wooing me himself? Selfish turd.</em><br/><br/>She flushed again a soft pale pink and then brushed a hand over his cheek and for an instant nearly kissed him. It would have been a mistake. One that would likely be gladly done but still. Guilt never felt good even if the pleasures before resentment did.<br/><br/><strong>".... a mastermind in the kitchen huh?"</strong>