The Reserved Table. This where you'll find the Halliwells and their various men.

::Piper draws back the curtain concealing their private table and waits for Petunius.::

::Petunius walks towards the reserved table and takes a seat in front of Piper::

"Yeah I've had some bar tending experience. I worked for about a year and a half in Rio, mostly on a beach based bar. You know, for when all the carnival revellers descend after a day of well, revelling. I also briefly worked in Cuba and perfected a cocktail that I call "The Cuban Missile Crisis"

::He looks at Piper and waits for a response::

::Piper raises her eyebrows, bemused slightly, and taken by surprise.::

"Really? I'd love to try it... we're all about creative expression here at P3. Within limits, of course."

::Petunius smiles, pleased that he seems to have made an impression on Piper::

(Now reign it on home, Petunius...)

"Oh, of course. I'd be happy to make it for you. And I can take care of any...troublesome business, should it arise."

"Well let's head on over to the bar and you can show me what you got."

::Piper grins, fully taken in by Petunius, and gets up to head to the bar.::

::Petunius gets up and waits for Piper to do so, before following her towards the bar::

::Paige draws back the curtain and lets Vince walk in. Once he's past it, she closes the curtain and sits down.::

"There. Now you can play with your ice all you like and it won't bother anyone."

::Vince feigns a hurt look and pouts at Paige::

"My ice bothers people? Oh that makes me feel awful. My power bothering innocent bystanders."

::He sits next to Paige, maybe slightly closer than was socially acceptable between two people who barely knew each other, and then leant forwards to put his drink down on the table. He cupped his hand on the surface and focused for a second before slowly raising it up. An icey kitten appeared on a bar mat and Vince gave it a tap, making it spin slowly::

"Now how could a tiny little kitten like that annoy anyone? Unless they were allergic. But it's ice, so ha. Anyway..."

::A look of wonder crosses Paige's face as she gazes at the kitten with adoration.::

"Oh my god! It's so... how can you do that?"

::Picking it up, she feels the cold of the ice on her hands, and watches sadly as a film of water touches her fingers.::

"Oh it's melting..."

::Vince cups Paige's hands in his own and aims a blast of cold at the ice statue, refreezing it::

"It's magic."

::He holds her hands tighter and glances up at her, smiling::

(He's holding my hand... well done Paige, what're you going to notice next? That you look ridiculous in this outfit? OMG I look so shit! As always!)

"Ahem. Yeah..."

(I love when you start saying something then realise you have no idea what it is that you're meant to be saying. Or something.)

::Vince quickly pulls his hands away and flushes slightly, taking Paige's two word reply as a sign that she didn't like him touching her::

"Sorry. I. I should finish this. Yeah."

::He takes his drink and stares into the glass as he takes a gulp::

::Flushing pink with embarrassment, Paige realises she's given him the wrong signals, and puts her hands out in front of her on the table; a subtle invite for him to take her hands again. When he doesn't, she reaches out and picks his left up, examining it.::

"So where does the ice actually come from?"

::Vince chokes on his drink at Paige's sudden forwardness hastily puts his drink down. He leans forwards and takes Paige's hand, then traces her fingers along his palm and fingertips::

"It depends. Sometimes it appears on my skin."

::He flexes his hand and sprouts a layer of ice crystals. His hand let's off a light waft of condensation and then he disipates it::

"And other times it doesn't."

::He takes his free hand and gestures upwards, snapping his fingers and focusing intensely. The cubicle drops in temperature and tiny snow flakes begin to fall from the air above them. Vince rubs the goospimples on Paige's hand with his thumb and looks at her::

"Feel that? I seem to lower the temperate till ice forms. Or something like that. Then push it out or into whatever shape I want."

"It just... comes out of your skin like that? Creepy."

::She shivers a little but feels warm at Vince's contact. There is no awkwardness. It feels innocent to her, and sweet.::

(I like this guy. A lot.)

"Creepy? Well if that's how you feel..."

::Vince pulls his hand out of hers again and gets up, making like he was going to leave. He purses his lips and bends down for his drink, as he pulls the curtain aside, a grin appearing on his face as he turns away from Paige. He pauses and waits to see her reaction::

::Not knowing how to react at Vince's sudden change in fettle, Paige gasps a little.::

(Oh my god, did I offend him?)

"Wait-Vince-"

::She quickly gets to her feet and reaches out to grab him, but stops herself.::

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

::Vince turns to her, grinning::

"Didn't mean to offend me so much I'd walk out on you? Hmm? I've got thicker skin than that."

::He lifts and then flexes his hand causing it to cover with ice for a second::

"Literally."

::He lowers his hand let's the curtain drop::

"Do you want to sit down again or are you comfortable standing?"

::Her mouth falling slightly open as she realises Vince has played her for a fool - a fool I tells ya! - Paige lets a sly grin slide onto her lips.::

"You know, I knew you were just, joking around. I was just playing along so you wouldn't feel so bad about your awful shirt."

(BAM!)

"Well I think I can put the blame for that firmly onto your shoulders."

::Vince places his arm around Paige's shoulders, adding weight to his words::

"Remember the demon that you kinda sorta blew up? That splattered goo and slime and guts and blood all over? Yeah. You can expect a dry cleaning bill. And for that I'd need your number, so..."

::He pulls out his mobile with his free hand and flips it open, a roguish grin on his face::

::Once again Paige blushes at Vince's subtlety.::

"That's very smooth, Mr Ice. I'd be happy to give you my number in case of any other, demonic emergencies or, anything relating to demon goo. Or any sort of goo."

(Did I just say what I think I said? Ew...)

::She takes out a P3 business card and with her own blood, writes her home and cellphone numbers on the back. Ah I'm just kidding, she uses a black fountain pen that says "Piper" on the side. Handing it to him, she grins shyly.::

::Vince looks at her pen as she hands the card over::

"Thanks, Piper. I'll call you tommorow."

::He taps her number into his phone then slips it into his back pocket::

"Knowing my luck it'll be for reasons demonic."

(God, I can't even tell if he's kidding. At least I wrote my name on the card so, he's almost definitely being a smartass. Unless he can't read. Or... ah shit. Is it because I can't read this guy that I'm finding him so intriguing?)

"I hope not. Well. About the demons, that is."

"Well I don't know what else I'd call you for. Other than the dry cleaning that is..."

::Vince trails off and stares awkwardly down at the table for second, before swooping his vision back up to Paige, and giving her shoulders a quick squeeze. He lets his arm slip down to her waist and then whispers in her ear::

"You know I'm just joking with you, right? I can think of plenty of things to call you about."

::Feeling tingly at the contact, Paige breathes in quietly.::

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like finding out when we can see each other again."

::Vince pulls Paige around to face him, and slips his other hand onto her waist::

"Though you better not tell me now, or I'll have nothing to talk to you about."

::Paige giggles a bit, then hears a voice from the bar, rising over the music.::

"Oh, that's KT with the challenge. You should go out and listen if you're interested in the prize."

"You mean being with you isn't prize enough?"

::Vince bats his eye lashes at her and then pulls her back through the curtain over to the bar::

::Phoebe slips behind the curtains, carrying her cocktail carefully, and waits for Cole to arrive, sliding into a seat.::

(He'll be wanting another chance... then again, I did kind of jump to conclusions before... he wasn't as obvious as Petunius was.)

::Cole arrives and sits down beside Phoebe, facing her.::

"I just wanted to tell you that the girl you saw me with is a business client. She's wanting to conserve a special area of the forest that might be getting cut down as a wildlife preserve, and wanted to show me the area. Nothing was going on. Except you made me look like a bit of a bastard in front of her, but hey..."

::He looks into her eyes.::

"Maybe I should've told you I was going to meet her, but I really didn't think it was a big deal, you know?"

"Yeah I guess. The chances of me walking around in the forest at the same time..."

::She looks into her drink.::

"I'm sorry I judged you on that, and before with that guy. Forgive me?"

(Better than I thought! She must've come to her senses about that idiot boy.)

"Certainly, my sweet."

::He leans in and kisses her softly.::

(Petunius who?)

::As the kiss leaves her, Phoebe bites her lip and grins.::

"Great."

::Cole smiles and stands.::

"I have one last client to meet. At least it's here and not some silly forest, huh?"

::Phoebe smiles good-naturedly.::

"No problem, sweetie."

(He works too hard.)

::Petunius pulls back the curtains and notices Phoebe first before his eyes fall upon Cole. He opens his mouth to say something but the words remain lodged in his throat, refusing to make themselves heard.::

(Son of a bitch!)

::Cole looks up at Petunius and immediately his eyes flash rage.::

"You again..."

::He gets up, his fists clenched into tight little balls.::

"Why don't you take yourself somewhere else before somebody ends up getting hurt?"

:: Moony stops next to Petunius, a smug look on her face. With her drink in one hand, the other sneakily makes it's way to Petunius' waist, slowly moving lower, coping a feel of his behind. ::

"Well, well, well, what is going on here? Is Petunius marking his territory after straying?"

:: Looking at Phoebe she continues. ::

"Free... Phoebe. That is it, right? I really don't know what you ever saw in this bartender. After all, he was about ready to bed me, having not long met me. And don't you go denying it, I know that look you gave me. Besides..."

:: Catching Cole's eyes, a small smile on her face. ::

"When you take in what you already have, there really is no comparison."

:: Taking her hand away from Petunius, she gestures toward Cole. ::

"This gentleman here wins outright."

::Petunius steps as far away from Moony as possible, giving her a look of utter disgust.::

"Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart. Anyone who goes around flashing their bits at other people's faces as tastelessly and cheaply as you do is bound to attract attention. And not in a good way either."

::His attention then turns to Cole, the same rage showing in his own face.::

"And as for you, don't go making empty threats. I'm not going anywhere."