Wanderer had decided that it was time for all of the pink and white decorations to come down ( Read more... )

There was some sort of running cliché that ran around in vampire fiction and movies where at least one vampire had to sit around brooding, raging against whatever fate had made of him. For all his admiration of Anne Rice, Damon had often wished someone would just stake Louis and put him out of his misery ( Read more... )

Phoebe was definitely starting off the new year in a better frame of mind than she had last year or even the year before that. There was music playing throughout the club and she was currently standing on the bar -- much to the distress of the large husky on the floor -- putting up new strings of lights to hang from the ceiling. She was cheerful as ( Read more... )

Piper's managed to snag a babysitter for the night so that she can sit at P3, sipping a drink. It's still weird, being in her bar, sitting in her booth and...she could even swear that some of the help was the same from home. The crowd is decent, as it should be since it's New Year's Eve ( Read more... )

Oh yes, Phoebe knew that whatever was going on with the things outside wasn't normal. It didn't take an empath to pick that up -- although they were really giving her a headache. She knew that there would not only be people that needed help, but that some of those fighting the creatures would want a place to rest between fights ( Read more... )

It was rare to see Phoebe not in the office during the earlier hours of the day, but she was out in the front area with a clipboard and notes. She seemed to be taking a lot of notes as she walked around the bar. Since the exit of Roger and Mimi, she was thinking that she needed to hire new performers since live performances had certainly seemed to ( Read more... )

Faith arrived to the club P3 in a pair of leather pants and a dark pink backless shirt. She was early by about thirty minutes more than she'd intended, having misjudged how long it would take her to get there. Faith was meeting Melinda here. She made her way downstairs into the club and glanced around to see if maybe Melinda had gotten there early ( Read more... )

It was hot. Not just hot, but hot inside the manor, and for a woman six weeks away from giving birth it meant that Piper was flipping through the Book of Shadows looking for some kind of spell, any kind of spell to cool her down. Personal gain could take a back seat to being able to sustain some level of comfort. "Phoebe, is there more iced tea ( Read more... )

It started out very innocently, really ( Read more... )

Damon had discovered that he actually enjoyed bartending. Well, he enjoyed it as much as he'd enjoy anything where he actually had to work. Guiseppe, Conte di Salvatore was probably rolling in his grave somewhere at the idea of his eldest son and heir actually putting in a day's work at anything other than hawking or wenching, but, really, Damon ( Read more... )