Where dancing happens. Pick a partner and embarrass yourself in front of everyone.

::Kellan grabs Chloe's hand and spins her into him as a slow song starts up. He holds her close to him, looking deeply into her eyes as they move slowly around the dance floor::

(Nothing inspires desire like a dance. You know, I should have been an incubus...)

::Chloe is starting to feel very upset as to why she's dancing even though she's pretty sure she doesn't want to. She's even smiling.

She moves with him on the dancefloor, trying not to rest her head on his chest, trying not to be seduced.::

::Piper, having followed Kellan and Chloe over, puts on her widest grin and intervenes.::

"Hi! Welcome to P3! Is this your first time here? Well, in that case, why don't you come on over to the bar for a complimentary free drink? My name is Piper Halliwell, I'm the owner of this place, along with my two sisters. If you'd just like to follow me to the bar, we can see about those drinks, huh?"

::All the while through her speil, she is searching Chloe's face for any hints of discomfort, for a sign that she doesn't want to be with this man. In clubs, it's a very serious business for young girls to get caught up with the wrong guys... although, close up, Kellan doesn't seem too bad...::

::Chloe pulls away as Kellan's concentration is slightly broken. Her smile is immediately wiped form her face as she stands, trying to catch her breath, not knowing what the heck is going on. She just stares at Kellan accusingly.::

::Kellan, seeing Piper, stops dead.::

(Who IS this woman? Who cares! She's definately got more to offer me than this little tart...)

::Kellan releases Chloe and turns towards Piper.::

"A drink would be great, love."
::He extends his hand to her in a business like and gentlemanly fashion, looks her in the eyes and flashes his infamous smile, all the while still concentrating on the pendant.::

"My name is Kellan Olsen. And what, may I ask, is the name of this beautiful creature I see before me?"

(Keep it together old man, no false moves now)

::Chloe answers for her.::

"She already said her name is Piper Halliwell..."

::Without looking back at Chloe, Kellan doesn't skip a beat::

"Piper...what a beautiful name. As unique and lovely as its owner I dare say."

::Reaching up, Piper coughs delicately and flashes her wedding ring deliberately while doing so.::

(What. A creep.)

::Glancing at Chloe, she smiles shortly, and nods her head to indicate that Chloe is now free to go, that Piper will take care of Kellan.::

"Sure thing. Follow me."

::She heads over to the bar.::

::Chloe follows, wanting to find out more about Kellan.::

::drags Mooney onto the floor and starts dancing::

(As long as there are no slow songs, I'll be just fine.)

:: The surprised look Moony had on her face when Marc first took her towards the dance floor has vanished, it has been replaced with a sort of sly smile ::

(And I thought I was forward)

:: She begins to dance to the song which is playing, it is not a slow one but it has a beat which allows her to get rather close to Marc, dancing against him rather than next to him ::

::is concintrating on not using his power, but is still having a good time::

(It's starting to get late. I can't stay to much longer, I gotta rent an apartment.)

::losing his concentration, Marc starts to loosen up only to have one of his arms fall through one of Moony's::

(Oh, God, please on't notice)

:: Moony is startled for a moment as Marc's arm passes through her. It is a strange sensation, a tingling of sorts. She resists the temptation to pull back ::

(What in hell?)

:: She recovers as quickly as possible and goes back to her all over Marc dancing ways ::

(This guy is just full of surprises)

:: She smiles him her sultry smile, playing dumb to what he just did ::

(Oh thank God. I think I've had enough for one night.)

::as the song ends, Marc pulls Moony to the side of the floor::

"Hey, Moony, I've had a really great time, but I'm not really settled here in town, so I think I need to get me an apartment or something. I'd give you my number...if I had one. Maybe I could get yours? Or, if you'd prefer, I guess we could just see if fate brings us together again."

(Fate? Hah! How lame)

:: Moony looks a little disappointed ::

"So soon? And we were having so much fun as well"

:: She walks a little closer to him and puts her arms around his waist ::

"I'd give you my number but unfortunately I don't have one either..."

:: She pouts a little and then looks up at him ::

"We could leave it to fate. If you like, once you've... settled in I could come visit you, see where fate takes us then"

:: She tilts her head to the side, a sly smile on her face ::

"Well...I'm getting a place at ACW apartments. Ask the Landlord where my room is and he should tell you."

:: runs one of his hands through Moony's hair before snapping back into reality ::

"See you soon, I hope."

::leaves the Dance Floor and walks out into the Back Alley::

"Perhaps I will"

:: She smiles and closes her eyes as Marc runs a hand throug her hair. She then watches as he leaves ::

(How cute

Perhaps I will take him up on his offer, make use of him)

:: Moony makes her way back to the bar and sits on a stool ::

::Luke walks to the dance floor, eyeing a random woman dancing with what appeared to be her boyfriend. Embracing the home grown bastard strap attached to him, he cuts in between the two. He hears the guy say, "Excuse me".::

"You're excused."

(Right, as if you own her.)

"I don't see a name on her."

::He hears the girl plead for her boyfriend to do something.::

"Yeah, Billy, do something. Like this!"

::Feeling more confident from his energy boost, Luke punches the guy square in the nose. He turns around, noticing the girl raising her hand getting ready to slap him. Luke catches the hand in time, shoving her into another girl.::

(This is too much fun.)

::With a furious look she strides up to Luke and pushes him hard on the shoulder::

"What the hell are you doing? I don't allow this kind of crap in my club. Your powers don't give you permission to behave like that."

::She crosses her arms strictly and glares up at Luke::

::He turns around, looking to Piper with his boy next door smile, not that he would ever be the boy next door.::

"I was just having fun with this woman while you were over there interviewing Petey."

::Realizing that the following question would be a longshot in acquiring the answer "yes", Luke goes ahead and proposes it to Piper.::

"You wouldn't, by any chance, be looking for a bouncer?"

::Piper leans back, amazed at the sheer audacity of this idiot::

"Are you serious? You start a fight and then ask to be put in charge of security? Get the hell out! We don't hire thugs. Come back again when you've grown up a bit."

::She waves her hands and unfreezes the club, and then motions for two real bouncers so escort Luke out, before walking back to the bar::

"That's okay. I can walk myself out!"

(Sheesh. You try to make something interesting happen and they kick you out.)

::With that, Luke finally leaves the dance floor and heads off to the front entrance, as if he had been there for two or three days.::

::Pulls Sam out into an empty spot on the floor::

"So no break-dancing, eh?"

(And that means I get to slow-dance with a complete stranger! Well, a complete stranger who also used my shower earlier and is currently wearing my clothes. Sheesh, I just met the dude and I already feel like I'm married to him.)

::Waits somewhat patiently for a slow song. When one finally begins to play she wraps her arms around Sam's neck and slowly dances around their corner of the floor with him. Smirking at him, she continues her thoughts out loud::

"What's next? Are you going to move in with me and start eating my food too?"

"Well, I don't have a place to stay, and I don't eat to much...."

:: Smirks. ::

"Just kidding. I don't like the whole live-in friend that could become more later on thing. It makes me feel like I'm in a sit-com. But, I could use a place to stay...just until I can wash my clothes."

:: As the song ends, Sam adjusts the faster paced song. ::

"If I do rip these clothes I'm not paying for them."

"Alright, I guess I can let you stay on the couch until you get some clean clothes. And don't worry about those, I never wore them anyway."

::Smiles and dances along with the rhythm of the song::

(All in all, I think this was a fairly good day. Beats sitting around and doing nothing.)

"So what else do you do around here besides kill Wiccans and end up in girl's clothing?"

"Upon occasion I somehow end up strange people's showers against my will...."

:: Laughs. ::

"Train my powers up. Stop and smell the flowers in the graveyard. What about you?"

::Raises an eyebrow at him::

"In the graveyard? Not a place I would hang out for fun, but whatever you like. As for me, so far I've met a bloody guy, fell on another guy, ran into a lost bird-woman, put a bloody stranger in my shower and gave him clothes, met up with a kid in the forest, and now I'm dancing with the recently cleaned stranger. Pretty much a full day of activity. I'm hoping things quiet down...some."

::Dances around Sam while humming along with the song::

"You want to go do something else soon?"

:: Grabs Ash roughly, and whispers into her ear. ::

"What kind of something?"

(Didn't he just say he didn't want something more? Talk about changing gears fast! But I guess I'll play along...)

::Presses up against Sam and grins at him::

"You did offer to show me your powers earlier. And we never did get around to our spar... Let's leave the kid and go back to my place."

"Sorry, you're being a bit to forward. Can't we just enjoy our dance?"

:: Laughs at the joke that he just made that no one will ever understand. ::

::Frowns in a pout at Sam and punches him playfully::

"That was horrible. You should know it's not nice to lead a girl on like that. But seriously, are we just going to dance all night? These shoes get a little uncomfortable after awhile, you know."

(Damn tease, I'm going to get him back for that one day...)

::Backs off Sam and continues dancing while she waits for his reply::

"Well, that was my plan. You got anything else in mind?"

:: Stops dancing and starts to head back over to the bar. ::

(Well I did, but I guess that's not going to happen. Stupid men.)

"Anything that gets me off my feet."

::Follows Sam back to the bar with a sigh::

(But really, can we go home soon? All this socializing really isn't my thing...)

::Patience glides through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor. She starts to dance but suddenly dislikes the fact that she is dancing alone. She spots a very sexy chick who is also alone and strides up to her. She smiles playfuly and looks the girl in the eyes hoping to express what she wanted without having to yell over the music.::

(I am sooo tipsy...and I've only had one!)

::The girl seemed to understand Patience because soon they were pressed together and grinding in unison.::

(I love my life.)

::Lost in a haze Patience didn't notice the girl's boyfriend walk up...and before you know it she was in the middle of a rythmic sandwitch.::

(Now I really love my life!)

::Patience's throat starts to become scrachy from the lack of liquid.::

(Must...have...alcohol.)

::She breaks out of the dancing threeway and heads back to the bar.::

::Lenin leads Carys into the midst of the bunch of people and spins her around, grinning at her.::

(Well if she thinks I suck, at least I have my looks to help me pull this off.)

::Carys smiles mischieviously back at Lenin and then flattens her back to him, grinding against him::

(Oh god, it's a banana in my pocket! I swear!)

::Lenin can't believe his luck as Cary's rear presses into his crotch, and he slides his hands down to hold onto her hips, pressing back into her just as hard.::

::Carys rolls her eyes as she feels Lenin's immediate response, and quickly turns around so she's facing him::

"How nice..."

::She slips Lenin a quick smile and slips her hand discreetly down between them, stroking him though his trousers::