"Well 80's night is officially a bust," Piper said exasperated. She looked around the usually bustling P3. Tonight it was populated, by a dozen or so uninterested souls.
"Wang Chung on a rainy Tuesday," Paige responded indifferently. "Way to bring 'em in," she continued caustically. Piper rolled her eyes and let out a huff. Well not everything had been so bad she thought the night's saving grace sat at the bar corner drinking a diet coke. He was an obese man in a trench coat and fedora, Piper thought he looked a little like a detective from a 30's movie.
"Will there be anything else? " Piper asked taking his empty glass.
"Another," he acknowledged in a somber tone. He placed a hundred-dollar bill on the bar. Piper took the money, paid the till then dumped the rest into the tip cup.
"Are you sure you should be doing that?" Paige asked dubiously
"It's the way it's been working for three hours," Piper responded. "Besides he's sober. He knows what he's doing" Besides his penchant for paying for two-dollar cokes with one hundred dollar bills he was a near perfect customer. If only he was more animated.
Piper put the soft drink in front of him. As he took a sip, his eyes perked. He turned his gaze toward the door and two stylishly dressed men walking in. Mr. Trenchcoat recognized them immediately. Paige and Piper also recognized them, as demons.
They each pulled an athame from their blazers, Mr. Trenchcoat responded with an Asian looking dagger. One moved on him, but side stepping Mr. Trenchcoat stuck his dagger deep into demon number two vanquishing him instantly. He didn't notice the first demon bringing his athame deep into his shoulder. As Mr. Trenchcoat fell to the floor, Piper blew up his demon attacker.
Moaning, Mr. Trenchcoat got up trickling green ooze from his athame wound, demon blood. Piper reared back her hand ready to blow up her 80's night savior.
Please don't! I'm not here to hurt you.