Family Business (Open)

[Wyatt Halliwell]

Wyatt looked around the room. It was his bar, and it wasn't open yet. But still he felt it needed a change. Something bigger and flashier then anything San Francisco had to offer. He already had one of the best Bottle Services in the State, voted by his customers and other critics (He had the award and the article hanging in his office).  Live Music booked all the time and great DJ's hired to work especially for P3.  His wait staff was either banging, or fun, and all of them flirty as hell.  But still.  You didn't become a great club just for having great stuff.  You stayed a great club by having great stuff.  You became one by having an it concept that brought people in by the dozens.  And great bars died by loosing that it.

He sighed...  The idea wasn't going to come to him by staring at the black ceiling.  He began his rounds.  Making sure the managers had their assignments.  Making sure the bouncers ID readers worked.  Making sure the bar staff were stocked fully, that the wait staff were in uniforms.  He didn't have to do much.  His Managers were top of the line, and his wait staff were always spot on.  It helped that he had family working for them, and always had something embarassing hanging over their heads if they screwed up.  Or he could go to Mom or the Aunts.  They had put to much into this Club to let it collapse because of misbehavior.

With everything set all he left to do was go outside and nod to the bouncers.  Early birds were his favorites.  They had the most cash to spend and his staff were great at getting them to spend the whole of it at his bar.  He was the expert.  He walked around scoping out early birds hoping for something or, more specifically, something interesting to happen along.  Hopefully not to interesting though!  He had a reputation to up hold!

[Samantha McCartney]

Samantha thought it would be a good idea to go and see what was going on with the club P3. She had lived all her life there and had yet to go to the club. Not time like the present to go and check the club out. Samantha headed from her home to P3. It was a nice day. There was no reason to rush, it was still early when she arrived there. She went through the process of being able to get into the club. Everything check out well. She headed inside, it was calm. She found a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. She them looked around to see if she knew anyone else there.

There weren't too many people in the club, due to the fact it was still early in the day. Samantha did not mind this fact at the moment. There was something about how a club felt before loads of people came in to have a good time. For her she was relaxing. Demon hunting was exhausting and she didn't want to do it all the time. Evil will alway be there. She would be there to fight evil.

Samantha spotted a young man who caught her eye, he was handsome. With her luck with guys he probably had something going on with his life and really didn't have time to talk. What could it hurt to give it a try. She needed friends, of course this wasn't the ideal place to find friends. But you never know. Samantha with her purse in hand walked over to the young man.
"Hello, are you waiting for someone?" Samantha asked. She hoped she didn't seem rude or anything. If he was then she would just go back to her seat and sip on her drink until there were more people there, or the live band showed up.

[Wyatt Halliwell]

Wyatt could have jumped out of his skin! He wasn't expecting anyone to talk to him right then and there. He had been intently watching one of his better bar tenders mix a drink for a customer. She flirted with everything that moved, that wasn't what bothered Wyatt, it was the limes and cherries she threw away for no reason what so ever. Each one in an empty sink for no reason... They had to mean something... What was it...?

Suddenly he realized the pretty blonde was talking to him. He gave is best self defacing embarassed look and wipped his hand off on his pants. "I'm sorry, blonde space cadet reporting for duty!" He smiled. "Waiting? No." He looked around them, the club was filling up nicely. "Not any one person in particular." He brushed the long curls back and nodded at her hand. "What you drinking?" he placed one hand around her to help guide her back to the bar, carefully away from the sneaky one. No need to ruin a patron's night.

"What's your name beautiful?" he asked. He leaned forward and ordered her drink and waved the guy a signal, 'No boss talk to me right now.' He looked back at her. "What brought you out to P3 tonight? Can't say I've seen you here before?" he asked leaning back on his stool, lounging like a big cat, the lion that he was. He passed another signal to a cousin as they walked by, 'Watch that girl for me.' He made sure to turn his full attention to the woman at his side. "And what are you looking for tonight?"

He shifted slightly and turned onto his hip so he was still lounging carelessly but facing her completely. Just a few simple movements and he was lounging the way every girl he'd been with had ever loved. One even called him her Adonis when he sat like that. He wasn't trying to get her attention, but the more she thought he was flirting the longer she'd stay to drink.

[Samantha McCartney]

Samantha thought the young man in front of her was cute. For all she knew he was already taken. It didn't hurt to think otherwise. There was that sense again. She really would have to figure it out, because it was starting to bother her now. He apologized for being a space cadet. Then he smiled at her. She returned the smile. So he wasn't waiting for someone, then that means on of two things. One was he was an employee there or he was the owner of P3. She wasn't sure exactly which one he was, but she was going to find out.

He asked her what she was drinking she answered him. She was being lead away from a certain bartender. The bartender had caught her eyes. She had thrown cherries away for no reason. She liked to eat those cherries, that was what had caught her attention in the first place. Her attention was back on Watt.
"My name is Samantha McCartney." Samantha said, as she smiled she was now getting two drinks. She wasn't sure if he was buying her the drink or not. "Just decide to have a little fun tonight, been meaning to check this club out, so here I am."

He leaned back on the stool. She couldn't say she didn't like the view. Then he asked what she was looking for tonight. She was there to relax, and right now she didn't want to do anything to scare him off. Sh didn't want to bring attention to herself as well. It wouldn't be good if she did that. The club was starting to get busy. Shhe wasn't sure exactly what to expect.
"What I am looking for right now is to have a good time and making new friends," Samantha started as she looked over at the bartender who just threw anther good cherry away. "The bartender over there is about to cost you some money if she keeps that up."

She was talking about her waste of the cherries and lime.

[Wyatt Halliwell]

"Nice to meet you Samantha!" he flashed her a perfect smile again. "Well You've come to a great club. A little early, but here in about two hours the club will be bouncing so it'll get more fun." He gripped his glass and took a drink. He bobbed his head and held a finger up remembering something. "That is if you like dancing. If you don't, then the bar is good at all times of night." He winked at her, "Glad you came tonight!"

Wyatt winced. That didn't take her long to figure out. "What makes you think she's mine?" he asked referring to the club. Nice way to prove he wasn't the club owner. He sighed. "You're here for a good time and my worries are getting in the way of that. Give me a moment." He held a hand and signaled the other bartender on shift. "Give the lady another drink if she wants one." And at that he walked over to the other Bartender. "The bar-back can cover you a moment. Can I talk to you?"

He pulled the woman into a back room and when she came out a moment before him she looked upset. He walked over to the where he hoped Samantha still was. After a moment he pinned her down again and smiled weekly. "Cherries and LImes representing a drink. Cherries equally beer and Limes equal hard drinks. She was trying to steal money and booze from me. She'll finish out her shift tonight and pick up her paycheck tomorrow, and I won't see her again." He looked over just as she cleaned out the sink of the cherries and limes.

He looked back at her and sighed. "The problems of being a buisness owner. Do yourself a favor, don't take over a business you didn't build from the ground up yourself. You'll be expected to hire people who are close to the orignial owner, and their friend's friends..." He put a finger in his mouth and pretended to gag.

[Samantha McCartney]

"It's nice to meet you as well. The club is wonderful. I bet it will get busier as the night goes on." Samantha said, as she had a feeling he was trying to keep her here to keep her business. She didn't mind at all. He was cute, but she knew he was probably already taken by someone else. She wasn't going to ask he straight up if he had a girlfriend. For her it would be considered rude and she wasn't like that, so for now she would keep her mouth shut.

"I am glad I came. I might end up dancing, it just depends who I am dancing with."

Samantha saw him winced and asked her why she thought the bartender was his. She looked a him.
"The reason I say it, is because you look like someone who is in charge of things, I wasn't sure until now. How long have you been a club owner?"

It would be great to know. Samantha wanted to get to know him better. Maybe who knew they would be friends or even more then friends. It was great having new friends. Wyatt told the bartender to give her another drink. She had two glasses in front of her. She looked over at the bartender.
"I'll finished these two drinks before I order another."

The bartender nodded his head.

Samantha watched as Wyatt pulled the bartender in question over and took her to the back room to talk to her privately. She was glad when he got back. Then he explained to her what the bartender had decided to do.
"I am glad she was caught, it would suck if this place loss money because of her. I won't but it's not a real problem for me. My brother and myself own a business. It's a family business, been in the family for three generation."

Samantha wasn't sure why she was telling him all this. Maybe it was because she felt comfortable with him. She smiled when he pretended to gag. Samantha laughed.

"So I take it you inherited this club from either your mother or father?"
It was a guess, not sure if it was a good guess it was a guess none the less.

[Wyatt Halliwell]

Wyatt smiled as he walked away. "I took over after college when I was twenty three." He held a hand up to stall anymore conversation until he came back. He snorted. "Hun unless you two are in the service industry always keep an eye on your inventory. I've had cousins try to walk out with one of the cheeper bottles of alcohol assuming that I wouldn't notice. And you see how their friends' friends treat me." He rolled his eyes. "Business is both the bane and back bone of society." He waved his hand around the large room. "Welcome to my heaven and haven."

She asked if he inherrited it from a parent and he nodded. "Prue, Pipper and Pheobe." He nodded to the glowing P₃ symbol over the main enterance. "My mother is Pipper, her sisters gave her the money to start the business. So I have to hire their kids and my sibilings. Though they aren't as found of the work their mothers put into the place as I am." He shrugged. "What can you do right?" Finally he shook his head. "Come on. This is not what you want to be talking about." Despite his nihilist attitude, this is what Wyatt lived for. When he wasn't fighting demons he was here, pouring his heart and soul into it. And it seemed that P₃ poured right back into his wallet.

He grabbed Samantha's hand and pulled her away from the bar. "You came to have a good time, then let's have a good time!" He shouted back as they moved closer to the speakers where the dancing was starting to pick up. "Can't have a swinging time when we're all business and no play right? What's the point of having a club when you can't enjoy it?" Wyatt winked at her and pulled the blonde close.

[Samantha McCartney]

Samantha had listened to what Wyatt had told her. He wasn't an only child like she had thought. She had a feeling that he already had a girlfriend, so she could only go so far with he flirting. She did want to know if he did have a girlfriend or not. She wasn’t a girl who flirted with a bother girl's man. It wasn't right, as she wasn't going to do it if he was indeed taken.

Samantha had to say, he taking on owning a club was a big responsibility and she was sure he was a get manager of the place. So the bar ran in the family. It was nice to know there where families who kept an establishment in the family. It would be nice if her parents had left them something other then the company, which her brother owned and ran in her family. She wasn't going to complain, they both were well off now. So he was still in his twenty that was good. He did look handsome. Samantha had heard of the Power of Three. It was Prue, Piper and Phoebe. They were powerful witches. Of course there could be other sisters with those names who were mortal. Samantha wondered if this Wyatt was the twice-blessed child, of Leo and Piper Halliwell. She knew she could tell him she was a witch without being absolutely sure he was the right person. It would be nice to have more friends in the magical community.

Then he pulled her away from the bar and to the dance floor. He was right.
"Yes you are right." Samantha said, as she gave him a smile. It might be a good time, just to relaxing and enjoy herself tonight. She was sure she would be able to ask Wyatt her questions later. He pulled her closer and Samantha went with it. She was going to have a great time right now.