Where all the pretty girls? (Phoebe)

[Drake White]

Drake was just traveling from place to place now. The freedom to go anywhere you wanted in the world was amazing, there really wasn't anything like it. Drake went to where he knew the action would be, or where the hot women were. Nine times out of ten he went to where he knew the hot women would be. It was amazing that he could focus on anything else when he had impure thoughts of women bodies flowing through his mind. All the blood from his head going from the brain to another place that didn't did him a world of good. Oh no, no good at all. He didn't care though as long as he found something to satisfy those ugly urges of his. Didn't care about the who, or what, as long as he found it physically attractive.

Sweet lemonade.

Drake smacked his hand on his forehead getting an evil yet extremely funny song out of his head before proceeding into the nightclub. What was it called again? P3? Oh he didn't care as long as he found something hot to play with. He was a shallow man really. Women had to be hot to win him over. He didn't settle for less. Drake's eyes began to look around, going from woman to woman, waiting for something to catch his interest and set off his lust. Nothing so far until his eyes suddenly came upon...

[Phoebe Halliwell]

Another night off work and I'm restless. I've already read all the letters sent in to 'Ask Phoebe', and my next column wasn't due for another 3 days. Paige was busy with a charge, and Piper was taking a quiet night for her, Leo, and the boys. I needed to get out of the house. But first, I had to get ready for a night out.

While digging through my closet I pulled my hair from it's pony tail, working out the small clips that held back the shorter strands. I turned just enough to drop them all on my vanity before returning my attention to my closet. "Where is it?" I had a new, slinky little dress I had yet to wear. It was a ruby red, the skirt short and tight, but loose enough to move in. The waistline was gathered loosely, with a plunging neckline and a ribbon that tied behind my neck. I slipped into the barely-there-but-totally-comfortable dress, having to break out a pair of red, lace thong underwear to match underneath. No way was I getting away with wearing a bra in this dress. Even a push up would show through the open back. I never had any problem showing off some skin, and when I wasn't at work I had the opportunity to do just that.

A strappy pair of heeled black sandals, small hoop earrings, and a dainty silver necklace with a triquerta emblem topped off the wardrobe. I pulled the sides of my hair up and fastened them with sparkling red clips. Touching up my make-up, fixing my lipstick, and spraying just a tiny amount of jasmine perfume on my neck, I was ready to go down and see what was shakin' at P3. I grabbed a small black handbag, dropping in my phone, the red lipstick I wore, my ID and some cash inside. I snatched up my car keys and was ready to roll.

Another night where P3 had a pretty good crowd. I was smiling already as I pulled in, knowing that Piper would be pleased to know her club was doing well, even on her night off. I parked in my usual spot, thankful it was free, and squeezed my way past the line. The bouncer let me right in, much to the dismay of some of the patrons outside, and I headed to the bar to see Adam behind it, mixing drinks. "Hey Phoebe. It's Piper's night off if you're looking for her." He always had the clearest blue eyes. "Thanks Adam, I knew she was home tonight. I just got bored." He chuckled, "The usual sparkling mineral water?" I shook my head. "Nope, I feel like a martini. 3 olives." I held up three fingers, smiled and slid carefully onto a stool. "Coming right up.", Adam grinned as he went off to get my martini while I perused the crowd inside for familiar faces.

[Drake White]

After moments of searching Drake's eyes fell onto a sight that grabbed his attention instantly. His eyes looked over her ruby red dress, slowly going down the open back, smiling and licking his lip at the sight of it. Drake looked over the jewelry then her body, his eyes burning with lust for the woman as he thought her to be the embodiment of perfection. At that moment he wanted her; all of her. Wanting to look just as perfect as she he started combing his hair, but lacking a mirror to look at himself with he took a spoon from a nearby table and used that.

"Excuse me, sir. I was eating with that..."
"Cool your jets, you'll get it back in a moment."
People, what were you gonna do? After he thought he looked as perfect as the woman sitting by the bar he gave the man back his spoon and moved over next to the stool she was sitting on.
"Hello," he said coolly while taking a seat on the stool next to her, a bright smile on his face. "How are you doing tonight?"
Drake had to keep his dirty thoughts down under right now if he wanted to charm her. Because what he really wanted to say was so not appropriate. It would probably earn him slap across the face, or a drink splashed in his face, or a knee to the crotch or something painful. Drake had to learn those lessons the hard way. Hell he had to learn everything the hard way.

[Phoebe Halliwell]

A perfectly prepared martini was placed in front of me within minutes. I took a sip immediately. "Mmm, perfection. Thanks Adam!" I gave him a smile before sliding up onto a vacant bar stool and turning to face the rest of the club. I crossed my legs, one over the other, already bouncing in time to the music.

It didn't take long for the stool next to me to become occupied. I looked over and gave a smile to the not unattractive man who'd just sat down. "Hey." Oh no, I can already tell he's the flirtatious type. Not that I wasn't, but I was with Coop now. Still, that didn't mean I couldn't flirt a little. After all, Coop was a Cupid!

I lifted the glass pick that speared the green olives from my glass and slid one off with my teeth. "So far so good." I gave him another grin. "And you?" Seeing as he didn't have a drink, and I just knew that if I didn't happen to have one in my hand, he'd have made sure to buy me one, I turned the tables and ordered him a drink instead.

I turned slightly, my knee brushing against his leg as I waved Adam over. "Another martini?" I gestured toward the guy next to me and Adam nodded before going off to prepare another martini. "Hope that's ok." I said to the man beside me. I extended my hand to him, along with another smile. "I'm Phoebe, by the way."

[Drake White]

Drake the flirtatious type? No. He just liked to walk up to random women he thinks is hot and get them in bed through means of charm. That's not flirtatious at all. Anyways.

Drake watches her as she take care of her olives while desperately trying to look at her eyes instead of her chest. Because girls don't like that.

"So far so good. And you?"

"I can't complain. Just arrived in town and decided to check out some places."

Before Drake could muster up another word he feels the woman knee brush up against his as she turned. Oh yeah, that felt nice. Then she was ordering him a new drink. Lucky. Drake didn't have to spend a dime on her and she was buying him something. Well free's free.

"Oh it's fine."

As she extended her hand out and introduced herself Drake took it, brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it.

"Drake White. It's a pleasure to meet you, Phoebe. You come her often?"

[Phoebe Halliwell]

I took another sip of my martini, then grinned. "Well, you came to the right place then! Welcome to San Fran, and the coolest club ever. Ok, I admit, I'm a bit biased. My sister owns P3." I giggled slightly with a small shrug. What can I say? My sister has good taste. Can't begrudge her that.

Oh my goodness, isn't he a charmer! Not as in Charmed One, but suave with kissing my hand. I even blushed a bit. "Nice to meet you too Drake." I sipped my martini again. "Yeah, I seem to spend a lot of time here. But hey, free drinks since Piper owns the club. Can't say no to that!" I laughed again. Drake was pretty damn cute. Definitely the kind of guy I'd go for if I wasn't already involved.

As if on cue, the song that came up just then was one of my favorites. Something I just had to dance to. I smiled at Drake, setting my drink on the bar and offering him my hand. "Dance? I love this song!" Dancing was innocent enough, Coop wouldn't be upset in anyway. Thank goodness he wasn't the jealous type. Been there, done that.

As we headed for the dance floor, I had no idea that there was a dark witch in the club that had it out for the Charmed Ones. I'd find out soon enough though, as she slipped something into the drinks Drake and I had left behind. So much for thinking my drink would be safe at the bar with Adam right there. Of course, lost in dancing with the cute new guy in town to one of my favorite songs, whatever the witch did, I was oblivious to it.

((I figure we'd be shakin' our groove thangs and not know our drinks got spiked, so when we go back to them we can get the plot to where we wanted it to go. Good?))

[Drake White]

Drake smiled as he watched her blush. He could tell that he was slowly getting to where he wanted to go. God, how he wanted her. Drake would savor every square inch of her body if he succeeded in what she wanted to do with her tonight. He may even come back for seconds depending whether or not she was as good in bed as she was good looking.

"Bias or not I think you may be right. Where else could I have found a beautiful woman like yourself except for right here?"

He'd keep chipping away until he got to where he wanted. As if some unnatural force wanted them to get together she stated her favorite song came on and wanted to dance. All Drake could think was 'score' as he willingly went out with her to the dance floor. Drake began to dance with her, inching a little close to her on the dance floor while he took in her beauty, his lust secretly growing as the dance went on. He had to resist allowing his hands to wander over her body during the dance in fear of running her off. Once the song was over they headed back to their drink. Not expecting a thing Drake took another gulp from his drink.