The show Must Go On
Summary: Okay, this story just came to me and I had to right it down. It's very...strange (you have been warned). Leo Wyatt is a down on his luck singer who gets a job in Las Vegas. Piper and her latest beau are there for a vacation and decide to take in a show...I bet you think know what happens next...and you're probably right. (No magic)
AN: This story is not meant to be taken seriously, I personally love Piper and Leo and don't want to offend anyone, besides they're not real!
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own them, if I did this would have happened a loooooong time ago, hee hee, what a sick and twisted mind I have.
Chapter One
Hmm, Priscilla is it?
"Wyatt, get your ass over here!"
Leo was jolted back into reality by the gruff voice from the other end of the changing room. Sighing he grabbed his jacket and trudged over to the short, bald, fat man standing next to a gorgeous, leggy blonde. Leo smiled and looked her up and down before giving her a glimpse of his "come-to-bed" eyes.
She reciprocated with a look of her own and a small wave. "Hi" she mouthed before the fat man shoved her forcefully onto the stage. He turned his attention back to Leo, having witnessed his little flirt with one of his dancers. After a long pause and a thoughtful stare at Leo he spoke.
"Yeah, I can see your gonna fit in well here," he said simply before wandering off to shout insults at another dancer. Leo followed him apprehensively.
"You mean I get the job?"
"What? Oh, right. Of course you get the job, you start at two tomorrow. That should give you enough time to learn the routine."
"Okay, thank you so much Mr Garibaldi. I owe you big time." Leo gushed following the man over to a row of lockers.
"Call me Bob, now get out a here before I change my mind."
Doing as he was told, Leo quickly made his way to the exit and pushed his way into the cold, night air. He took a minute to take in his surroundings and breathe deeply before making his way back to his cheap hotel.
Piper yawned and looked around her. She was far too tired to get excited about the views but Dan was nearly wetting himself. He was like a child in a sweet shop. His eyes shone in amazement as he looked at bright lights and magnificent hotels. He could hear the happy cheers of winning gamblers and the chime of attractions ringing out from every vibrantly signposted opening.
The car pulled into a busy car park and Piper soon missed the breeze that had been cooling her down while they were speeding along the strip in their hired convertible. Another one of Dan's crazy ideas. Why not just get air conditioning?
She grabbed a suitcase from the trunk and struggled to keep up with Dan as he sped off in the direction of the entrance. As soon as they were inside Dan couldn't breathe, the lights, the glitter, the bright shiny objects. Why did anyone ever leave this place?
Piper made her way to the front desk and checked them in before pulling Dan away from the slot machine's long enough to tell him that she would be upstairs in their hotel room. After accusing her of being unable to "let it all hang loose" (no thanks Dan), he told her he would be up soon and ran back to the slot machine, nearly knocking over an old lady on his way.
A good few hours later Piper lay in bed sleeping peacefully until a loud crash woke her from her slumbers. Dan tripped into the room with an apologetic look on his face.
"Hey sweetie pie," he slurred, leaning in to kiss her but Piper pulled back in disgust (YAY).
"Have you been drinking?" she asked repulsed by the smell of cheap liquor that laced his breath.
"Oh that, yeah...there were waitresses in gladiator outfits," he giggled, unattractively and reminded piper of a schoolgirl. "They were funny...and they just kept filling my glass, who was I to say, nooooooo?"
Dan promptly slid off the edge of the bed and landed on the floor with a thud. Piper crawled to the edge of the bed and saw his unconscious body sprawled on the carpet. She was momentarily worried until she heard a loud snore emit from his mouth. Shrugging she lay back down, she knew this trip was a bad idea.
Next time:
Leo attempts to dance...
Dancer no 1: No Leo sweetie, it's one, left turn, right turn, thigh shot, twist, left turn, spin, pose. Not, one, two, left turn, right turn, thigh shot, spin! It's twist always twist after a thigh shot, spinning makes you look cheap.
Dancer no 2: Mmm hmm
And Dan gets a little too excited...
Dan: Oh my God, oh my god, oh my God! I can't believe I'm finally here! Quick piper take a picture.
Piper: I never knew you were so into black jack.