Drake and Prue sat talking for a while and they both seemed to be having an enjoyable time. Drake checked his watch and noticed it was midnight.
"Oh!" Drake exclaimed as he looked at his watch. "It's kind of late. I really have to get up in the morning for...work. Listen, I don't want to just rush out, so can you...will you meet me here tomorrow around say seven?"
"Are you asking me out?" Prue asked with a smile.
Drake couldn't read her emotions. He figured that must have been the crowd, so he just guessed. "Yeah. I guess it is." He said.
"Okay then." Prue said and Drake got off his seat. "Wait!" Prue yelled to him and he came back.
"Yes?" Drake asked.
Prue took a pen and small piece of paper from her purse and scribbled something on the paper.
"My number. Call me." Prue said and gave him the paper.
"I will." Drake said with a smile, then left the club.
Phoebe came bounding over to Prue, she had been bothering the DJ, again.
"Ooh, who was that?" Phoebe asked excited.
"That was Drake." Prue replied.
"And Drake is?" Phoebe asked signaling with her hands for Prue to go on.
"A nice guy." Prue said.
"And?" Phoebe questioned.
Prue sighed and said, "We're going to meet here tomorrow. Happy?"
Phoebe hugged Prue around the shoulders and exclaimed, "Yes! Finally you have a date that may turn out well!"
Prue just rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's just go home." Prue said and they left.
*****
The next morning, Prue woke up and thought of her next horrible date...then she remembered that Drake and her actually had things in common and Drake was interesting. Tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.
Prue got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
"There's our dating diva!" Phoebe half yelled as Prue came into the kitchen.
"You need professional help, you know that?" Prue told her.
Phoebe couldn't think of something to say, so she just stuck her tongue out at Prue.
"Let's stop the sibling war for waffles." Piper said and they all sat and ate.
"So, what is everyone doing today?" Piper asked.
"Um...nothing. Well, I've got nothing planned anyway." Phoebe said.
"Why don't you find a job." Prue suggested.
"I've got a job! I'm the Phoebe!" Phoebe defended.
"Ooh, that sounds important." Prue said sarcastically.
"Hey! Do you think that lemonade makes itself? Well, it doesn't! And I suppose you think the ice cubes appear magically in the tray! Well, they don't!" Phoebe exclaimed.
"Okay, so waffles definitely don't solve problems." Piper said. "Prue, what are you doing?"
"Well," Prue said, "I think I'll go get some extra hours in at work. Then I'll probably just go shopping or something until my date."
"Oh that's right. So, tell us about this Drake guy." Piper said.
"Well, we talked for like ever and he told me that his job is what brought him to the city. He said that he does jobs for some rich guy, like an assistant. We didn't get into huge details. We mostly talked about music, books, and stuff like that." Prue told them.
"How long is he going to be in the city?" Phoebe asked.
"Until his job is done, but he said that he's thinking of quitting his job and that he likes the city so much, he may move here." Prue replied.
"Quite the stroke of luck." Piper commented.
"Yeah. Looks like you've hit the jackpot here Prue." Phoebe said.
"I hope so. I'm sick of the dating game." Prue said.
"Oh!" Drake exclaimed as he looked at his watch. "It's kind of late. I really have to get up in the morning for...work. Listen, I don't want to just rush out, so can you...will you meet me here tomorrow around say seven?"
"Are you asking me out?" Prue asked with a smile.
Drake couldn't read her emotions. He figured that must have been the crowd, so he just guessed. "Yeah. I guess it is." He said.
"Okay then." Prue said and Drake got off his seat. "Wait!" Prue yelled to him and he came back.
"Yes?" Drake asked.
Prue took a pen and small piece of paper from her purse and scribbled something on the paper.
"My number. Call me." Prue said and gave him the paper.
"I will." Drake said with a smile, then left the club.
Phoebe came bounding over to Prue, she had been bothering the DJ, again.
"Ooh, who was that?" Phoebe asked excited.
"That was Drake." Prue replied.
"And Drake is?" Phoebe asked signaling with her hands for Prue to go on.
"A nice guy." Prue said.
"And?" Phoebe questioned.
Prue sighed and said, "We're going to meet here tomorrow. Happy?"
Phoebe hugged Prue around the shoulders and exclaimed, "Yes! Finally you have a date that may turn out well!"
Prue just rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's just go home." Prue said and they left.
*****
The next morning, Prue woke up and thought of her next horrible date...then she remembered that Drake and her actually had things in common and Drake was interesting. Tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.
Prue got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
"There's our dating diva!" Phoebe half yelled as Prue came into the kitchen.
"You need professional help, you know that?" Prue told her.
Phoebe couldn't think of something to say, so she just stuck her tongue out at Prue.
"Let's stop the sibling war for waffles." Piper said and they all sat and ate.
"So, what is everyone doing today?" Piper asked.
"Um...nothing. Well, I've got nothing planned anyway." Phoebe said.
"Why don't you find a job." Prue suggested.
"I've got a job! I'm the Phoebe!" Phoebe defended.
"Ooh, that sounds important." Prue said sarcastically.
"Hey! Do you think that lemonade makes itself? Well, it doesn't! And I suppose you think the ice cubes appear magically in the tray! Well, they don't!" Phoebe exclaimed.
"Okay, so waffles definitely don't solve problems." Piper said. "Prue, what are you doing?"
"Well," Prue said, "I think I'll go get some extra hours in at work. Then I'll probably just go shopping or something until my date."
"Oh that's right. So, tell us about this Drake guy." Piper said.
"Well, we talked for like ever and he told me that his job is what brought him to the city. He said that he does jobs for some rich guy, like an assistant. We didn't get into huge details. We mostly talked about music, books, and stuff like that." Prue told them.
"How long is he going to be in the city?" Phoebe asked.
"Until his job is done, but he said that he's thinking of quitting his job and that he likes the city so much, he may move here." Prue replied.
"Quite the stroke of luck." Piper commented.
"Yeah. Looks like you've hit the jackpot here Prue." Phoebe said.
"I hope so. I'm sick of the dating game." Prue said.
