Her shift was almost over. She had one more show, then she was free. That was just as well, she was starved. With a somewhat heart-heavy sigh, she was ready to go on stage. Piper Halliwell fixed her make-up and was ready to go on stage. Her stage clothes were overly sexual and flamboyant and...well, overly flamboyant and sexual. A short, layered, black and red skirt and a tight shirt to match, the whole thing was classic showgirl style. Piper glanced at the clock. Almost time.

Leo Wyatt trailed his fingertip along the edge of his glass as he sat in the Vegas casino. Leo didn't have reason to feel down in the dumps. Well, not on the outside. He had a great girlfriend, nice house, job where he was making ridiculous amounts of money. In reality, he was stuck in a loveless relationship, the house was only nice because of the help that kept it that way, and his job...actually, that part was true. He lived in Vegas, and it was just as gritty as CSI: portrayed. Tonight, he'd had enough and decided to take in a show. That type of thing wasn't usually on his agenda, but he was young, handsome and wealthy. What did he have to lose? He looked up from the table as the girls paraded onto the stage. After a moment, he saw her.

She wasn't that tall and she looked kind of sad, but boy, was she gorgeous. She had sparkly brown eyes and a great smile which she suddenly turned on, full-force. He noticed a distinct mole over the corner of her mouth. He sat back and watched her...not what she did necessarily...her.

Just smile, look pretty and dance, Piper thought remembering boss's words when she'd first started. 3 months later, she was a pro. But for a moment, she frowned, as she watched the blonde man in the audience. He had striking blue-green eyes and a fixated look. She narrowed her eyes at him, sending a telepathic "back off". But little did she know how little that message meant.

AN: Yes, I know, that was very short, but if you like it, and review...