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Tripping hard falling down onto the ground
Cause I can't stand up
And I can't fall down
Cause I'm somewhere in the middle of this
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As people started pouring into the club, the band came out on stage. Phoebe and Prue's eyes widened simultantiously when they saw who it was.
"That's Dishwalla!" Phoebe squealed. "How did you get Dishwalla?"
"I ran into the new manager a few weeks ago at another club," Piper replied. "Actually, it was in the parking lot. He had a flat tire, and I gave him my spare so he wouldn't have to wait for the auto club. We got to talking, and I told him about the club, and to pay me back for the favour I did him, he rearranged part of the band's schedule so they could play the opening."
"Okay, he did all this for a tire?" Prue asked incredulously. "Or is there something you're not telling us?"
"No, and ew." Piper said, rolling her eyes.
The band started to play. Piper looked around at the amount of people. It hadn't fully sunk in yet, but P3 was a huge success.
"Come on, dance with me," Leo begged. Piper allowed him to lead her out onto the dance floor. Darryl and Janna soon followed.
Phoebe nudged her older sister. "That guy over there is totally checking you out."
Prue shook her head. "Yeah, right. He's probably looking at you."
"Look at him, Prue. He's been staring at you since he got in."
Prue shrugged. "If you say so."
"Go dance with him!" Phoebe ordered.
"No." Prue said, looking at her sister like she was crazy.
"But he's so gorgeous," Phoebe sighed.
"So you go dance with him."
"But he wants to dance with you." Phoebe insisted. "Go on."
Prue shook her head.
Phoebe pouted. "Why not?"
"You know why not." Prue said pointedly.
"Oh, don't give me that," Phoebe responded. "You aren't showing yet."
"But..." Prue protested unconvincingly, trying to think of a valid reason not to. "But... It can't be good for the baby."
Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "And overworking yourself all the time is? Prue, you need to de-stress. Have fun. It'll relax you, which will, in turn, benefit our little one."
Prue didn't have time to argue further, because The Guy was fast approaching.
"Hi, um, would you dance with me?" he asked.
Prue shot an apprehensive glance at Phoebe, but then, for lack of an excuse, gave The Guy a nervous smile. "Sure," she said, getting up. He took her hand and led her toward the center of the club, where they'd have the best view of the stage.
Phoebe, confident that her sister was taken care of, went over to the bar to flirt.
One guy she noticed in particular. He was blonde, tan, and strangely familiar. A sudden realization hit her when he came up to her and said her name.
"Phoebe?"
"Clay!"
It was Clay Smith, Phoebe's ex-boyfriend. They broke up right before she left New York, and hadn't seen each other since.
"So, what are you doing here?" she asked him.
"I heard Dishwalla was playing here, and decided to check it out." he replied. "What about you?"
"My sister owns it," she told him. "Piper, I mentioned her to you."
He nodded. "I thought she was an investment banker?"
"She was," Phoebe corrected. "Then she was a chef, and now she's a club owner."
"Ah, I get it," he said. "So what have you been doing?"
"You aren't going to believe this," she started, "but I'm back in school."
He blinked, surprised. "No kidding? Damn, I never would have thought... But it's good, though."
She smiled. "Yeah, it is. How about you? What have you been up to the past few years?"
He shrugged. "Same old shit. I just got back from an archaeological dig in Egypt."
"That is so cool!" Phoebe exclaimed. "Did you find anything interesting?"
He nodded. "Yeah, my friends and I found this weird urn. Peter brought it home, but I think he's looking to sell it."
"My other sister, Prue, works at an auction house. She could probably get him a good price for it." Phoebe offered.
"Cool, I'll tell him." Clay replied.
They continued talking for the rest of the night. They were so busy catching up, they didn't notice how late it was getting until Phoebe's sisters came over to them.
"Clay, these are the crazy people I was telling you about," Phoebe introduced. "My big sisters, Prue and Piper. Guys, this is Clay, my... old friend."
"So, which one of you lovely ladies is responsible for this fine establishment?" Clay asked.
"That would be me," Piper answered, blushing.
"Well, really don't think you'll ever have problems attracting a loyal customer base," he predicted. "This place rocks."
"Thanks," she said, smiling.
He nodded, but frowned when he checked his watch. "Damn, it's late. Phoebe, can I call you?"
She nodded. "Definately. I'd love to finish catching up." She scribbled her number on a napkin and handed it to him.
"Thanks," he said. "I'll call you tomorrow." He waved to Prue and Piper. "Nice meeting you both. Bye, Pheebs." With that, he disappeared into the crowd.
Prue yawned, and twisted around to see the clock behind the bar. "It's almost closing time." she said. "How did it get this late?"
"Did you really spend the whole time with that guy?" Phoebe asked.
Prue nodded. "Yeah. I figured, what the hell, maybe I could even get knocked up again."
Phoebe smiled. "Admit it, you had fun."
Prue giggled. "Okay, so you were right. Go on. Say it."
"Say what?" Phoebe asked innocently.
Prue glared at her. "Say it now, or forever hold your tongue."
"The line is 'peace'. Forever hold your peace." Phoebe said.
Prue shot her a look that clearly said get on with it.
"I told you so." Phoebe whispered in her sister's ear.
"Happy?" Prue asked. Phoebe nodded vigorously.
By now, the place was starting to empty. The band had stopped playing, the lights were on, and everyone was headed toward the door. As the crowd dissipated, Leo spotted them and came over.
He gave Piper a quick kiss. "You did it, honey. Tonight was amazing."
Piper nodded, snuggling against him. "It really was, wasn't it?"
Both her sisters nodded in agreement.
Prue looked around. Almost everyone, except the club employees, had left. "Do you want us to stay and help you clean up?"
"Nuh-uh, you need to get home and get some rest, missy." Phoebe bossed.
Piper concurred. "Pheebs, take Prue home. Prue, go to sleep. I mean it. No staying up all night working. You go straight to bed, young lady. And as for you," she said, turning toward Leo. "You get to stay here and help me."
Prue and Phoebe left. Leo stayed, but instead of helping Piper to clean up, he led her into the back room.
"You were so busy tonight, I barely saw you after the first few minutes." he said. He went over to the small portable radio, and flipped it on. An old slow song was playing. "Piper, may I have this dance?" he asked.
She nodded. There, in the middle of the club storage room, they danced.
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A/N: Okay, so most of the chapter was Prue- and Phoebe-centric, but it had a P/L ending, so it wasn't all bad. Was it?
~from the song "Somewhere In The Middle" by Dishwalla~
Tripping hard falling down onto the ground
Cause I can't stand up
And I can't fall down
Cause I'm somewhere in the middle of this
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As people started pouring into the club, the band came out on stage. Phoebe and Prue's eyes widened simultantiously when they saw who it was.
"That's Dishwalla!" Phoebe squealed. "How did you get Dishwalla?"
"I ran into the new manager a few weeks ago at another club," Piper replied. "Actually, it was in the parking lot. He had a flat tire, and I gave him my spare so he wouldn't have to wait for the auto club. We got to talking, and I told him about the club, and to pay me back for the favour I did him, he rearranged part of the band's schedule so they could play the opening."
"Okay, he did all this for a tire?" Prue asked incredulously. "Or is there something you're not telling us?"
"No, and ew." Piper said, rolling her eyes.
The band started to play. Piper looked around at the amount of people. It hadn't fully sunk in yet, but P3 was a huge success.
"Come on, dance with me," Leo begged. Piper allowed him to lead her out onto the dance floor. Darryl and Janna soon followed.
Phoebe nudged her older sister. "That guy over there is totally checking you out."
Prue shook her head. "Yeah, right. He's probably looking at you."
"Look at him, Prue. He's been staring at you since he got in."
Prue shrugged. "If you say so."
"Go dance with him!" Phoebe ordered.
"No." Prue said, looking at her sister like she was crazy.
"But he's so gorgeous," Phoebe sighed.
"So you go dance with him."
"But he wants to dance with you." Phoebe insisted. "Go on."
Prue shook her head.
Phoebe pouted. "Why not?"
"You know why not." Prue said pointedly.
"Oh, don't give me that," Phoebe responded. "You aren't showing yet."
"But..." Prue protested unconvincingly, trying to think of a valid reason not to. "But... It can't be good for the baby."
Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "And overworking yourself all the time is? Prue, you need to de-stress. Have fun. It'll relax you, which will, in turn, benefit our little one."
Prue didn't have time to argue further, because The Guy was fast approaching.
"Hi, um, would you dance with me?" he asked.
Prue shot an apprehensive glance at Phoebe, but then, for lack of an excuse, gave The Guy a nervous smile. "Sure," she said, getting up. He took her hand and led her toward the center of the club, where they'd have the best view of the stage.
Phoebe, confident that her sister was taken care of, went over to the bar to flirt.
One guy she noticed in particular. He was blonde, tan, and strangely familiar. A sudden realization hit her when he came up to her and said her name.
"Phoebe?"
"Clay!"
It was Clay Smith, Phoebe's ex-boyfriend. They broke up right before she left New York, and hadn't seen each other since.
"So, what are you doing here?" she asked him.
"I heard Dishwalla was playing here, and decided to check it out." he replied. "What about you?"
"My sister owns it," she told him. "Piper, I mentioned her to you."
He nodded. "I thought she was an investment banker?"
"She was," Phoebe corrected. "Then she was a chef, and now she's a club owner."
"Ah, I get it," he said. "So what have you been doing?"
"You aren't going to believe this," she started, "but I'm back in school."
He blinked, surprised. "No kidding? Damn, I never would have thought... But it's good, though."
She smiled. "Yeah, it is. How about you? What have you been up to the past few years?"
He shrugged. "Same old shit. I just got back from an archaeological dig in Egypt."
"That is so cool!" Phoebe exclaimed. "Did you find anything interesting?"
He nodded. "Yeah, my friends and I found this weird urn. Peter brought it home, but I think he's looking to sell it."
"My other sister, Prue, works at an auction house. She could probably get him a good price for it." Phoebe offered.
"Cool, I'll tell him." Clay replied.
They continued talking for the rest of the night. They were so busy catching up, they didn't notice how late it was getting until Phoebe's sisters came over to them.
"Clay, these are the crazy people I was telling you about," Phoebe introduced. "My big sisters, Prue and Piper. Guys, this is Clay, my... old friend."
"So, which one of you lovely ladies is responsible for this fine establishment?" Clay asked.
"That would be me," Piper answered, blushing.
"Well, really don't think you'll ever have problems attracting a loyal customer base," he predicted. "This place rocks."
"Thanks," she said, smiling.
He nodded, but frowned when he checked his watch. "Damn, it's late. Phoebe, can I call you?"
She nodded. "Definately. I'd love to finish catching up." She scribbled her number on a napkin and handed it to him.
"Thanks," he said. "I'll call you tomorrow." He waved to Prue and Piper. "Nice meeting you both. Bye, Pheebs." With that, he disappeared into the crowd.
Prue yawned, and twisted around to see the clock behind the bar. "It's almost closing time." she said. "How did it get this late?"
"Did you really spend the whole time with that guy?" Phoebe asked.
Prue nodded. "Yeah. I figured, what the hell, maybe I could even get knocked up again."
Phoebe smiled. "Admit it, you had fun."
Prue giggled. "Okay, so you were right. Go on. Say it."
"Say what?" Phoebe asked innocently.
Prue glared at her. "Say it now, or forever hold your tongue."
"The line is 'peace'. Forever hold your peace." Phoebe said.
Prue shot her a look that clearly said get on with it.
"I told you so." Phoebe whispered in her sister's ear.
"Happy?" Prue asked. Phoebe nodded vigorously.
By now, the place was starting to empty. The band had stopped playing, the lights were on, and everyone was headed toward the door. As the crowd dissipated, Leo spotted them and came over.
He gave Piper a quick kiss. "You did it, honey. Tonight was amazing."
Piper nodded, snuggling against him. "It really was, wasn't it?"
Both her sisters nodded in agreement.
Prue looked around. Almost everyone, except the club employees, had left. "Do you want us to stay and help you clean up?"
"Nuh-uh, you need to get home and get some rest, missy." Phoebe bossed.
Piper concurred. "Pheebs, take Prue home. Prue, go to sleep. I mean it. No staying up all night working. You go straight to bed, young lady. And as for you," she said, turning toward Leo. "You get to stay here and help me."
Prue and Phoebe left. Leo stayed, but instead of helping Piper to clean up, he led her into the back room.
"You were so busy tonight, I barely saw you after the first few minutes." he said. He went over to the small portable radio, and flipped it on. An old slow song was playing. "Piper, may I have this dance?" he asked.
She nodded. There, in the middle of the club storage room, they danced.
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A/N: Okay, so most of the chapter was Prue- and Phoebe-centric, but it had a P/L ending, so it wasn't all bad. Was it?
~from the song "Somewhere In The Middle" by Dishwalla~