<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>P3, Dance floor, moving back to the Bar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Angel<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lee found herself liking the man she was dancing with. He made her laugh and didn't seem to take himself too seriously, despite claiming he was just as much married to his work as she was. She knew, firsthand, it was an easy trap to fall into, getting so wrapped up in your work that everything else faded and some of the joy (no matter how much you loved what you were doing) could get sucked out of life. She had learned that balance was as necessary in her own life as it was to keeping her plants healthy.<br/><br/>She wouldn't admit it to her cousins (she'd never hear the end of the teasing!) but she learned a lot from her plants.<br/><br/>When she felt his hands drop lower on her hips she made note of it. It seemed he liked having his hair stroked. With the sheer size of him, and the way he towered over her, it put her in mind of a lion purring at having his mane caressed. It was something she'd remember later and that put a sparkle of mischief in her eyes as she looked up at him. Knowing what drew a partners interest was never a bad thing.<br/><br/>At the comment about needing to get more tequila into her before he'd answer her question she laughed brightly and turned in his arm, putting her back to him while sliding her hands down over his to keep them on her hips, and him against her, as she sashayed and danced her way off the dance floor and toward the bar. Grinning over her shoulder and up at him she announced, "I bought the last round, this one's on you!"