Disclaimer: I don't own the right to any Charmed character, location, etc. mentioned in this story. The characters, locations, etc. that does not belong to Charmed/Aaron Spelling, etc...belong to me.
This is my first fic, reposted. Many grammatical/spelling errors throughout this fic and I do apologize. I didn't have a beta reader but I hope you all like the fic and understand it the way it is now.
Note: This isn't a re-write. This is just my attempt to get inspiration for the sequel I started and have yet to finish. I saved all previous comments and appreciated them so much. This is just for anyone that hasn't read it yet.
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And so the day begins...
The repetitive of the alarm clock woke Piper from her not-so-deep sleep. P3 was once again in the middle of a busy week. She sometimes considered the success of the club a blessing and a curse. Piper had spent the whole week preparing her club for the musical guest, Christina Milian, which was sure to bring in a bigger crowd than usual. She had to make sure the club was up to standard for the night's events.
She lazily threw back the silk bedspread that covered her and stood up. She could hear Prue downstairs on the phone talking to her boss.
"You will definitely have the proofs by tonight," Piper overheard Prue say. She admired her older sister. In fact, Prue was her inspiration when she felt like giving up. There were so many times when Piper just felt like pulling the covers over her head and telling the world to move on without her, but her big sister's strong will and determination kept her from doing so.
Piper ran her fingers through her slightly mussed, but shiny hair. She bent forward so that her forehead nearly reached her knees. With a few twists and twirls, she managed to get her long, brown hair into a bun neat enough for a shower.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Piper was greeted by illuminating balls of bright blue light.
"Hey, you!" she said, smiling shyly at the gorgeous man that stood before her.
"Hey, yourself," Leo replied. For months now, Piper and Leo had been playing the "flirting game," neither one willing to make the first official move until they were sure the other would return the advance.
"Would you like some coffee?" she asked.
"I'd love some." Leo followed Piper into the kitchen and was greeted by Prue.
"Hey guys, running late, gotta go," Prue said as she flew around the kitchen gathering her things. She kissed Piper's cheek and headed for the door.
"Kiss Pheebs for me!" she threw in just before rushing out of the door.
"Morning to you, too, Prue!" Piper said sarcastically.
"So...busy day at the club?" Leo was quite obviously trying to make conversation.
"Yea, um, Christina Milian is going to be performing tonight."
"Christina Milian?" Phoebe asked while entering the kitchen. "I love her. If I get home from the library early enough, consider me there." She set her backpack on the chair and left the kitchen. A long, awkward silence filled the air thick as smoke. Should she say something? What was he thinking? Would he show up at the club tonight?
"So..." Piper and Leo stated in unison. They chuckled a little out of embarrassment.
"Piper, I know...I'm your whitelighter, and I'm suppose to protect you and your sisters..."
"Yes..." she anxiously awaited the words that would follow.
"I was wondering if..." He was suddenly interrupted by Phoebe.
"Hey, Leo, the faucet in the bathroom is kinda leaky again. Could you..."
"No problem. Piper..."
"No, it's okay, Leo. I need to get to the club anyway." She walked over and kissed Phoebe on the cheek. "From Prue."
"Thanks, sweetie," Phoebe replied. "Good luck at the club."
Piper headed for the door, but tossed a quick glance back as Leo headed up the stairs. He stopped, gave her a coy smile, and continued his trek to the bathroom.
"And so the day begins," Piper said aloud to no one in particular as she opened the door and began her day.
A sweet gesture...
She'd spent the whole day at the club, and even brought a change of clothes for the busy night. Piper was tired, but happy that all of her hard work had paid off. P3 had more patrons there that night than it had had in months, and all patrons seemed to be satisfied with the services and entertainment.
"Here are your drinks, ma'am." Piper graciously assisted the woman while "Dip It Low" blared behind her. She looked up just in time to see Prue grace the stairway of the entrance. With a slight rhythmic walk, as if to catch the beat of the song, Prue approached her younger sister.
"Hey! What a crowd!" she exclaimed.
"Yea, it's going great. I just wish Lonny hadn't cancelled on me tonight. He knew it would be busy and I needed him to bartend," Piper replied trying to talk over the music.
"Well you have me. Phoebe and Cole are on their way."
"And Leo?" Piper couldn't hide the sound of curiosity in her voice.
"I'm not sure," Prue answered, eyeing her sister with a smile. With a slightly disappointed look, Piper continued to man the bar.
A few hours into the night, Cole, Phoebe, Prue and Piper sat in their reserved area of the club. They had immersed themselves deep into conversation about the demons they'd vanquished that week and other things relating to them. Luckily, Piper's backup bartender was available to help her out.
"I talked to dad a couple days ago," Piper stated.
"Yea? What did he want?" Prue asked, taking a small sip of her drink. She still had mixed feelings towards her father.
"He just wanted to check up on us, you know, see how..." She was interrupted by the bartender holding a glass of wine.
"The guy over there would like you to accept this glass of wine, on him," the bartender said, slightly nodding his head in the direction of the man staring at them.
Piper grinned at the man and mouthed 'thank you.'
"Please tell him thank you, and I am very flattered, but cannot accept it."
"Will do." The bartender headed over to the man to relay Piper's message. She was sure he'd received it when he offered her a "puppy-dog" frown. She smiled in return and, with that, continued her conversation with Prue.
The night had finally ended. Piper entered her room and closed her door. A sigh escaped though her lips as she plopped herself onto her bed and removed her shoes. She then released the straps of her dress from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground surrounding her feet. Standing in nothing but her undergarments, she turned to find the curtains to her window wide open. She quickly grabbed her robe and placed it in front of her, rushing to the window to close the curtains.
'It's a good thing it's two in the morning.' She thought to herself. 'Normal people should be asleep right now.' With that, she slipped on a gown and entered her bed.
In a car across the street from the manor, a man waiting until he saw Piper's room go black to take his eyes away from the window. He looked down with delight.
"I got some good ones," he said aloud to himself. He was so thankful that he'd purchased the digital camera with the "zoom in" feature.
"It's like I'm right there with her. Her ebony hair soft as silk... soon, Piper Halliwell, we will be together." Humming the song "My Cherie Amour," he started his car, and pulled off from in front of the manor.