<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img825.imageshack.us/img825/2356/26511828.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: corsiva;"><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Prudence Johnna "PJ" Halliwell<br/> <strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br/> <strong>Location:</strong> P3<br/> <strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone, Wyatt</span><br/><hr/><br/>The creak of an old but very comfy office chair was heard coming from a room in the back of the club. Seated behind a laptop an attractive brunette sat seemingly engrossed in what was on the glowing screen before her. Pushing a pair of glasses up on her nose a bit she squinted some and sighed. Prudence, or P.J. as she preferred it, had been sitting in that same spot for the past four hours. The scrolling of the mouse over the screen had shown just how many pages of emails she had answered.  Sometimes her job was more demanding than expected but she still loved it, even if Jinni told her she worked too much.<br/><br/>Jinni  was PJ's best friend and had been since her Aunt Piper had passed away. They met in a coffee shop when PJ spilled her drink all over the lovely brunette woman's cashmere coat. They exchanged numbers in order for her to pay to get it cleaned, at PJ's insistence of course and soon after they were having coffee daily and soon dinners and shopping outings. It was almost as though the heavens had brought them together. At the very least there was some sort of force at work.<br/><br/>Finally through most of the work for the magazine, she started looking over emails for the club. There had been orders placed for supplies and entertainment bookings to keep up with. P.J. didn't typically do a lot of the inventory, depending on Wyatt to turn in all the forms so she could get all the bookkeeping work done.  With a raised slender shaped brow, she stared down at the email before she started to vigorously look through the papers that were neatly stacked up on the desk next to the computer.<br/><br/><strong>"What on earth.... Wyatt! Geezus.... "</strong><br/><br/>She pushed back her chocolate colored locks and blew out an air of frustration. Where was he? Finally the Halliwell female looked to the clock and went a little wide eyed. The time had slipped away from her and she had once again forgotten to eat and do much else other than work. The blinking of her cell phone alerted her to no less than twenty text messages and she slipped up from her seat grabbing up the electronic device to scroll through the list until she saw a silly looking face of her eldest cousin, Wyatt. Pressing the text message button she moved her fingers over the keys with precision and speed.<br/><br/><em> What is up with this inventory list!? </em>