[P3] Not Open Yet

[mysweatershrunk]

Tying her hair up Paige moved behind the bar at P3, stooping down to grab a box of straws. It was a wonder they still owned the bar, the lack of time actually spent taking care of the place was seriously giving Paige second doubts that they were still owners. Setting the box onto the counter, she still pushed a few other things around before she

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[hasperkynipples]

San Francisco was like a preternatural hot zone. Dean wasn't sure what it was about it, but with all the crazy reports coming out of there, he had figured that he and Sam would be making their way out there sooner or later. Dean wasn't sure what it was they were hunting, exactly, but all the weird seemed to center around a club called the P3, which wasn't really his kind of place, but it was why Dean was there now.

He hadn't been expecting anyone there, at least, not at this time of day, but apparently someone was, and he'd startled them quite a bit. As he came around the corner, he spotted said chick with a bottle of vodka in her hand. A rather hot chick, in fact. He held his hands up slightly, and gave her his best charming smile.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mean to spook ya. Just lookin' for the owner of the place, a -- " He paused for a moment, before looking at the name he'd written on his hand. " -- Piper Halliwell?"

[mysweatershrunk]

Paige sighed, setting the bottle down, but still keeping an eye on him, "She's not here. I'm Paige, currently in charge of the place. Which isn't open."

Folding her hands she rested them on the bartop watching him, mostly because of all the random people to have walked into P3 at least he was attractive, which usually meant demon. Which would be unfortunate, but that was the job.

Not that she got paid for it. Or even thanked for it that often. Still the job was all birthright and no gratitude.

[hasperkynipples]

"Yeah, well, that's not the reason I'm poking around," he said with a nod, before reaching into his pocket, going for one of the fake badges he used all that often. "FBI. Just checking up on some old cold cases, noticed that a lot of them happened right around here. Thought I'd come down and talk to the locals, see if I can scare up any witnesses."

[mysweatershrunk]

Paige smirked, amused that once more the FBI thought they had a better idea of how to handle things than the local boys. It wasn't really true, mostly because the local boys didn't handle anything except being dumbfounded when things just cleaned up on their own. On the plus side Paige at least had handled the FBI before... on a few occasions actually, and this guy didn't seem to fit the standard FBI profile.

Raising an eyebrow she eyed him again, "If you're FBI I'm Piper Halliwell." Which... she really knew she shouldn't say since if he was FBI she might just land herself married to Leo with kids.

Folding her arms across her chest she watched him, "The FBI has reviewed a lot of the cases around here already. If they were interested again, I'm not sure why you'd stop at a bar that is supposed to be closed at the moment. Especially if you really are looking for witnesses to question."