The office. P3's office, good for illicit liasons with the Halliwell of your choice or working out the VAT on Bacardi.

::Piper enters and slides into the desk, sitting at the computer. Typing slowly and deliberately, she types up a notice. Once finished, she prints it out and heads back to the bar.::

::Piper enters and scrabbles around through some of the lockers the bar staff keep. She finds a black shirt with the word "P3" embossed on the front, and a pair of Leo's old jeans. Quickly pulling the clothes on, she catches herself in a mirror, and cocks her head.::

(Leo's jeans kinda fit me... meep.)

::Apart from around the waist. She wanders around, hoisting up the waist of the jeans to prevent them from falling down.::

(Better phone them.)

::Hearing Justin call through, Piper gets somewhat curious and decides to find out what he means. After all, she can freeze him or even better blow him up if any trouble arises. She heads through to the bar.::

::Justin drags the limp, useless Piper into the office. Not seeing any immediate escape route, he shoves her under the desk as gently as possible.::

"Stay here... well duh she's going to stay here genius. If she had the option of not staying here this wouldn't be a problem. Oh, God. I'm being attacked by demons and I'm talking to myself. Effective."

::Figuring that Piper is in more danger than ninja witch, Justin grabs a hat rack and breaks off the bottom, creating a rather lethal quarter staff/spear-like weapon. He stands between the door and the desk, checking in all directions and ready for demonic invasion.::

"Okay demons, make my day. What the hell am I saying, I don't know how to use this thing. Well, nothing like expririence right?"

::Suddenly, he begins to feel a bit woozy, obviously from the effects of the potion that had, henceforth, been negated by pure adrenaline. He manages to stand his ground, but feels quite unprepared to do much more than throw up on an attacker::

::Lirie enters into the office, noticing the spear-like rack pointed at her. She quickly yanks it out of Justins hands and twists it, placing it dangerously close to his throat::

"Step away from her, Demon! Or else you'll have rather unpleasant throat sore..."

::Justin looks at Lirie and then down at his own weapon being pointed back at him and rolls his eyes::

(Whoa... feelin' woozy)

"I am not a demon. I'm a witch you stupid bi...bit...bitch."

::He throws up on Lirie before he passes out, becoming a big useless lump of nothing on the floor at Lirie's feet::

::The demon thunders into the office, picking up Lirie and throwing her to the side, at a wall. He steps over Justin's body and searches for Piper. Unable to find her, he reaches down and picks up Justin, holind him up by his shoulders, giving him a shake.::

"What did you do with the Charmed One, fool? If it hadn't been for you we would've taken her already!"

::The demons shakes the unconscious witch more.::

(Damn potion!)

"Wake up before I slaughter you!"

::Luke walks into the office, striding towards the demon. Ignoring the witch that was just thrown into a wall, he steps behind the demon and presses the athame to his neck, not yet slicing him::

"You killed my martini, asshole. Shall I do the same to you?"

::Petunius stands in the doorway, watching Luke, the demon roughing up one of the victims' and Lirie, still covered in vomit. The third body however, seems to have disappeared. He checks Justin's neck for a pulse and upon finding that he still has one, he drags his body away to a safe corner, before coming back and keeping an eye both on Paige, Luke and the two demons::

::Hearing the sound of his partner dying, the demon suddenly panics. He elbows Luke in the stomach, grabs his hand and cracks it over his knee, forcing Luke to let go of the athame. Still holding onto the no doubt injured arm, the demon hurls Luke over his shoulder before grabbing Justin once more.::

"I'll ask you again. Where is the Charmed One?"

::Lirie's eye twitch almost calmly as the realization of the ruined jacket creeps into her mind::

"You piece of..."

::Overwhelming pain pierces Lirie's head as she's thrown at the wall. She climbs up onto her feet, quickly estimating the situation. Ignoring the pulsating headache, she pulls out the black bladed athame from her back and glances at the demon, who stood with his back to her. Her grip is tightened around the hilt as she stabs the demon in the back, piercing in between the ribs and right into his right lung::

"Fuck..."

::He lands on Piper's chair, then falls to the floor just inches from the demon. Luke looks over, seeing that his athame was much farther away from him than the demon. Obviously in dire straits, Luke concentrates his power to summon Lenin yet again while holding his throbbing hand.::

(Damn, that hurt. He will pay for killing my martini...oh yeah...for my broken hand, too.)

::Paige appears and stares at the commotion.::

"Okay what the fuck is going on here?"

(I can't even tell who's good and who's evil here.)

::Assessing the situation, she notes that the only one with a weapon is Lirie. There's also another athame on the floor. As the demon is holding up an unconcious man, she quickly decides that he's the baddie, and since his eyes are glowing red and all, it only confirms it. Unsure about Lirie, she calls for the knife.::

"Athames!"

::The knife plunged into the demon's chest and the one on the floor disappear in a cloud of orbs and appear in Paige's hand. Clasping them with the third dagger, she narrows her eyes at the demon.::

(And this makes three.)

"Okay everybody who's not evil, hit the deck!"

::She hurls the knives at the demon, one after the other.::

::Vince runs in, hears the hitting the deck command, and hits the deck::

"What the bloody fuck?!"

::As the three knives hit him, the blades embedding themselves in his chest, the demon lets out a roar and falls backwards, landing on Luke heavily, before exploding and plastering the walls - and everybody - with green goo. Mmm mm.::

::Vince gets up and wipes the goo off himself, and then looks around the room. He glances down at Lirie and shouts out in pained memory::

"That ones evil! She had broken into my apartment and had transformed into slime and... and... kill that one now!"

::He swipes his hand forward, expelling a hail of ice chunks at Lirie::

::Lenin appears, late as usual, and crouches beside Luke, picking up his wrist. He winces with pain while doing so.::

"Oh this hurts..."

::Biting his lip, he glances at the carnage around him, and appreciates how he is the only sharp-dresser among them.::

(Why is everybody covered in slime? It's not big or cool.)

::A look of concentration appears on Lenin's face as he gently starts to sit inside Luke. Their legs are together, but Lenin's chest is not inside the host body.::

"Don't wriggle, you'll fuck it up."

::He places his own arm inside Luke's injured arm, and closes his eyes as his own tissue heals the damaged flesh inside Luke. Sheesh guys, invincible much? As soon as the healing is done, Lenin's power is sapped and he disappears.::

::Catching the approaching ice in time, she quickly turns into into water and back::

"Fuck! You, demons, just keep coming aren't you!"

::One hand still clasping the athame, the other one is pulling a castration potion out of the back. Still not recognizing Vince with his clothes on she tightens her grip around the vial::

"Sod off, Demon! One step and this baby will make sure you won't be able to reproduce ever again!"

"Potion!"

::Paige catches the potion with ease and stares at Lirie and Vince.::

"Nobody is doing any form of reproduction in this club. Now you go stand over there, and you go over there."

::Seeing Justin on the floor, she crouches by his side and glances up.::

"Piper!"

::Her sister is lying under the desk, concealed from normal height's view. She crawls over quickly, but not before turning and glaring at all in the room.::

"You all just shut up until I can figure out what to do. No fighting. No nothing. Just be quiet."

::Cradling Piper in her arms, she checks for a pulse and on finding it, attempts to rouse her sister.::

"What would that do? Castrate me? That's the stupidest potion I've ever heard. How deficient a witch do you have to be to resort to potions to do that?"

::Vince sniffs condescendingly at Lirie and goes over to Paige and Piper. He holds his hand over her forehead and sprays out a blast of cold air, hoping to rouse her::

"I'm not hurting her, don't worry. This is the closest we've got to a bucket of water though. Unless you want to use whatever that bitch in the corner can do."

::He glances disparagingly at Lirie, remembering her water transformation::

"I'm cooling the air around her... it's part of what I can do."

::Lirie gawks as she loses the potion and frowns at Vince. She wipes the demon blood off her athame and slips it back into the bag, realizing it won't be nice if Paige will take her blade too::

"No... that potion was in case I'll meet morons such as yourself..."

::She said with a smile. She glnaces Paige's concern and squints at the castration potions in Paige's hand, remembering something from when she brewed it::

"You can try to open the potion vial and let her sniff it... this shit smells awful. Just don't spill any and don't breath..."

::She starts breathing through the mouth and pinch her nistrils in case Paige decides to take her advice::

(My, isn't she bitchy...)

::Luke stands up, overwhelmed with a lot of energy. He pauses for a minute, making note of his wrist not being in any pain. He wondered how it could have possibly healed so quickly, considering the sprain from all of those minutes ago. He shifts his attention over to Paige, ignoring her request.::

"Who are you, exactly? I mean, how did you take out those demons like that?"

"It's my job."

::Paige says dismissively. She can feel the cold air from Vince's hand on her own, and she looks at him.::

"Thank you. That's impressive."

::With a moan, Piper slowly comes to. Her mouth doesn't seem to quite be working, though, as she opens it and closes it, the words don't form in her head. She groans again and opens her eyes, Paige's face swimming into view. It takes her a second to recognise her sister, but she gives her a small smile a second later.::

(Yes, considering that the breeze may very well harden your nipples. My God, what is she wearing or isn't wearing?)

"Your job, huh? Where do I turn in an application?"

::He offers Paige his freshly healed hand to initiate a handshake.::

"I'm Lucas...I mean, Luke Morgenstern and you are?"

::Staring at Luke oddly, Paige accepts his hand and gives it a quick tug.::

"Paige Matthews. Co-owner of P3."

::She then notices Piper is awake.::

"Hey sweetie! How are you feeling? What happened?"

"There was... demons... and a guy who, who had a premonition..."

::She shuts her eyes as a headache starts drumming its song inside her, rolling her head to the side. On opening them, she sees Justin sprawled out over the floor.::

"Him. It was him. He had a, premonition about me... getting attacked. And then it must've happened..."

::He stares at Justin, then looks back to Paige and Piper, kneeling down to them.::

"I'm assuming that you two are witches as well? Do you think that we can whip up a potion that works like an instant pain killer because you look like hell."

::He looks over to where he had left the athames before.::

"What happened to my athame?"

::Paige glances at Luke and hands him a dagger.::

"I guess this is it. I picked them all up when I got in. Don't you kill anyone or I'll confiscate it."

::She pauses.::

"Well, you've seen me use my power now so I suppose it's not harmful to tell you, yeah we're witches. As for that potion, you should know better than to personal gain it."

::Lirie watches the people around her and a small smile appears on her face as she imagines Vince getting hit by the castration potion. She shakes her head and blurs the upcoming images away. Noticing that Piper was coming around, she smiles slightly, relieved that she's okay::

"How are you? That potion was strong enouh to hit him too..."

::She says, motioning at Justin and taking a mental note to throw away the jacket the moment she's out::

"So... witches, huh? So what? There's a convantion I'm not informed of?"

::Paige stares at Lirie with a strange look on her face.::

"Yeah... witches."

::She looks at the state of Lirie's jacket.::

"Do you wanna, go take a shower or something? There's a bathroom through there, you can clean up in the sink or something."

::Glancing at herself again, Lirie frowns::

"You know what? I would, but I'm afraid I forgot my extra clothes in the other bag..."

(She really is a fucking moron...)

"Personal gain? Care to elaborate on this concept? I'm a little new to the craft."

::He hands her back the athame, as it was the wrong one. He notices the one that belonged to him and with that, he picks it up and puts it inside his pocket within the trenchcoat.::

::Vince slips his hands into his pocket and feels the explosive potion Petunius gave him earlier. His hands tighten around it and he strains not to throw it at Lirie. Instead he stares at the goo on jacket and sighs::

"I don't suppose dry cleaning out demon goo is covered on your insurance?"

::Meanwhile, during all of the sudden surge of activity Petunius, who had in a completely random and contrived fashion managed to get knocked out by a coat stand, groggily comes to. The various voices bitching at each other become louder and louder and he winces in pain. When he fully wakes up, he finds himself and all the other occupants of the room covered from head to toe in slime. He looks towards Lirie and notices that she still has traces of vomit mixed haphazardly with slime::

"What the fuck is going on? Who the hell are all these people and why are we all covered in slime?"

::The fumes from Lirie's jacket overpower his nostrils::

(Why the fuck are you still wearing that?)

"Why the fuck are you still wearing that?"

::Tossed in the corner like so much baggage, Justin begins to stir, moaning::

(Ugh. Bad taste. Ow, my head hurts)

::He opens one eye tentitively. Seeing all the people around him, he opens the other eye and sits up, holding his head::

"Two questions. One, who are you people. And two, why are you all slimy?"

::He looks down at himself in disgust::

"Scratch that. Why are we all slimy?"

::He looks around and notices Piper, who is also still laying on the floor::

"Oh my God, are you okay? I tried to tell you but would you listen to me? No. You had to go off on some super-witch kick and... oooowww. Okay, I'm shutting up now."

::Justin cradles his head in his hands as it throbs with what feels like migrane force::

"Yes, please shut up."

::He finally notices the slime on his trenchcoat, as he was preoccupied with finding his athame and acknowledging another power progression of his.::

"As soon as I get out of here, I'm writing a spell to get this slime off of my coat...or at least make it organ and gore resistant."

::Justin holds out his hand just long enough to flip Luke off, then returns it to his throbbing noggin::

(If I had an active power, he would be in so much trouble right now. As it is, I can't even stand. Ow, damn it.)

"Want to keep that finger, boy?"

::He looks at Justin, pulling out his athame. Luke snaps his fingers, attempting to materialize Lenin behind Justin. He sits on Piper's desk tempted to throw the blade at his wrist. Taking a legal pad and a pen, Luke thinks of writing a spell to clean his trenchcoat.::