Drake got to the club and looked at the long line. If he was going to take Prue somewhere nice, he would need more than $100.00, so he floated a few wallets over to him and ended up with a satisfying $515.00.
Drake had bought some new clothes with the money he got from the first wallet and the $515.00 made up for it.
"This is really the only way to get money." Drake said to himself, then smiled and entered the club.
Prue wasn't there yet, so Drake seated himself in a nice dark corner.
"I love the element of surprise." Drake said happily to himself.
Drake sat for about twenty minutes, waiting.
"Women. No matter what century it is, they're still always late." Drake mumbled to himself.
When he noticed Prue come through the door, he smiled and got up.
"I just hope she's like her sister...well, minus the whole finding out stuff." Drake mumbled as Prue went over to him.
"Hey Drake." Prue greeted.
Drake smiled again and said, "Hello."
Phoebe stood behind Prue trying to listen, but Piper tapped her on the shoulder.
"Ah!" Phoebe exclaimed.
"Isn't your life exciting enough? Do you really need to spy on Prue?" Piper asked.
"Well, no, but it is nice to know what's up with her, you know?" Phoebe replied.
"Yes, but let's just leave her alone." Piper said and led Phoebe to the bar.
"I've got to go talk to my sisters, but I will be back in a quick second." Prue said and left Drake and went over to Piper and Phoebe.
"Back already? That was a short date, even shorter than-" Phoebe started.
"Phoebe, do not finish that statement." Piper told her.
"Okay, whatever then. I'm going to be going now. I will have my cellphone with me, so if you need me for you know, anything, call me." Prue said, then rejoined Drake.
"Ready to go?" Drake asked.
"Yep." Prue said and Drake led her outside.
When they got outside, Drake internally panicked. He didn't have a car. He looked around and saw a man step out of a nice silver car.
"Wait here. I've got to talk to my friend over there. He's got my car." Drake said and walked over to the man.
Prue saw that they had a quick friendly exchange and it ended with Drake shaking the man's hand. But it wasn't all good. The man collapsed and Drake caught him.
Prue rushed over to them.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Oh, uh, he's been sick lately and I told him not to go out, but he just didn't listen to me and now look where it's gotten him. If you don't mind, can we take him home before we go out?" Drake lied.
"Yeah, sure." Prue replied.
Prue sat in the passenger seat as Drake adjusted the man in the back. Drake pulled out the man's wallet and looked at the information.
"Willard Green...Grands Apartments." Drake mumbled.
"Huh?" Prue asked.
"Oh, nothing." Drake replied and seeing the opportunity, snatched twenty dollars from Willard's wallet and put the wallet back into Willard's coat pocket and climbed into the driver's seat.
Drake started the car and drove off toward Grands Apartment Building.
"I'm sorry about this." Drake said as he drove. "I told him."
"Oh, it's okay. And, it really does show how good of a friend you are. I mean, driving him home when he's sick. That's really nice." Prue replied.
Drake smiled. She thought he was nice...it was just too bad that he would have to finish what he came here for.
"Well, I'll just take him up to his apartment." Drake said and opened his door.
"Do you want me to help?" Prue asked.
"Oh, no. I can handle it." Drake said and lifted Willard out of the car.
"You couldn't have made this easy for me could you Will? Oh no, you had to give me trouble. You had to make me knock you out." Drake told the unconscious Willard as he dragged him to the elevator.
In the elevator, Drake dug through Willard's pockets and found a key that had 'Apartment 34' on it. Drake pressed the right button and let Willard slump to the floor.
As the elevator door opened, Drake was supporting Willard and there was an old woman standing, waiting for the elevator and she was staring at them.
"Uh, he's had a little too much to drink." Drake lied and the woman just got on the elevator.
Drake dragged Willard to the door marked 34 and fumbled with the key and supported Willard at the same time.
Finally, he got the door open and groped the wall for a light switch.
Finally he found one and switched on the light. Drake stared around for a minute and placed Willard on the couch.
"Nice place. You could do without the clutter in that corner over there, but hey, no one is perfect. You'll be out for a while Will, so don't worry. I'll have your car back in no time, but I might have to borrow it again, so get used to being unconscious. Well, I've got to get going. See you Will." Drake said mostly to himself, as Willard was unconscious and couldn't hear him, and turned off the light, grabbed a fifty from the counter, then left.
Drake got back in the car and started it up again.
"I had to get him situated." Drake explained. "So, are you ready to go?"
"Yeah. So, where are we going?" Prue asked.
"Oh, I thought we would go to that new restaurant that was opening up." Drake replied.
"You mean, Little Nicky's?" Prue asked.
"Yeah, that's the one." Drake said.
They drove along for a few more minutes and then they finally reached the restaurant.
They walked inside and Drake was very pleased with his five-minute decision. The lights were dimmed, but just bright enough, there was low violin music in the background, and it had a very pleasant, mellow atmosphere.
"Table for two?" A man behind a small podium asked.
"Yes." Drake replied and the man behind the podium smiled a little and pulled out two menus.
"This way please." The man said and led them to a tiny table that was right in the center of the restaurant.
After they were seated, the man handed them the menus and said, "I'll send Randall over to take your orders." The man smiled again, then went back to his little podium.
"This is nice for a new place." Drake commented.
"It really is." Prue replied.
The waiter came after only a few minutes and they gave him their orders and while they were waiting, Prue began the small talk.
"So," She asked, "what exactly is your job?"
"Oh, it's really not that exciting." Drake replied. "I just basically do whatever my rich boss wants. It pays well and all, but he is starting to get weirder and weirder with what he asks me to do. In fact, that's why I'm thinking of quitting. He'll be devested and he'll probably throw some kind of fit, but really, I just want to be happy, you know? So, enough of my job's boring details. What about your job?"
"Well, I'm a photographer for a magazine. It can be exciting at times, but other time snooty celebrities just drive me up the wall." Prue said and Drake nodded. "So, you said that you might be moving to the city."
Drake took a drink of water and said, "Yeah. I've only been here for a short time, but I really like it here, but getting my stuff here is going to be really hard. It's all a world away!" Drake laughed a little. It literally was a world away, but Prue didn't need to know that.
Dinner came and they talked and laughed for about an hour and then finally decided to leave.
"That was nice." Prue said as they were going back to the car.
"Yes, it was. It didn't even seem that long either. I feel like I should still be out and about, but I always was a night person." Drake said.
They got into the car and Drake sat for a minute before starting it up. This would be the perfect moment to put his plan into action. He was already halfway through with it. He could just eliminate the last bits and do it now, but he couldn't. For some reason he couldn't.
Drake sighed and started the car. He had a look of defeat on his face.
"Something wrong?" Prue asked.
Drake snapped out of his daze. "What? Oh, no. I was just...thinking of poor Will, that's all. Poor guy." Drake lied.
They drove on and eventually reached the manor. Drake shut off the engine.
"Would you like to come in for coffee or something?" Prue asked.
Drake glanced at his watch.
"No, I can't. I really should check on Will. He just worries me so much." Drake lied. He didn't even know the man, just was borrowing his car.
"Oh, okay. See you later then?" Prue asked and opened her door.
"You can count on it. I'll drop by the club tomorrow night." Drake said and smiled.
Prue smiled too and said, "I'll be there." Then Prue got out of the car and Drake watched her go up the stairs and into the house.
Drake sighed heavily and just sat in the car for a few minutes. He really didn't want to do it. She seemed so nice...but his boss was in control. Drake rolled it over in his mind and decided to forget about it for now. He started the car and drove off.