8352/Just Dropped In

Just Dropped In
Date of Scene:	16 July 2019
Location:	P3, New York
Synopsis:	Dean needs information. Buffy needs a drink. Piper needs customers to pay their damn tab...
Cast of Characters:	Dean Winchester, Buffy Summers, Piper Halliwell

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Dean Winchester has posed:
Summer in the city is not one of Dean's favorite things. He'd much rather fall or winter before having to deal with all this heat and humidity. As he parks the Impala, slamming the door shut with a hip bump, Dean changes his mind. The summer club scene wardrobe selections? "Mmm. I love the Big Apple." Complete 180. Go figure. Leather jacket, red t-shirt and jeans aren't normally club attire but when you look good, mean business and have an air of 'whoa, dude' about you? You get places. A bribe helps sometimes too. Armed? Always. Just -how- armed is the question, right?

Dean Winchester has witches on the brain. More importantly, he's got witches -eating- brains. That... that is a problem. So he calls a few people. Makes a few favors, gets a name and a direction. P3. Piper. Witch. He complained at first but a job is a job. With a bright smile, a peppy upnod here and there, Dean hits the club. He's not a club guy. He's a dive bar and knife fight guy. Still, he blends.

The bar and a drink are his first stop. Asking about the owner gets attention. Those green eyes narrowed and observant as he scans the crowd. Instinct. Habit. Always on the look out.

He lays down a twenty for the tip and the attention. Sure beats breaking into the womans house and stealing what he wants. Probably.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers was back in town for a few days and hoping to see some familiar faces at P3, as it seemed to attract some interesting people. Her run-in with a certain not-quite-a-vamp the other day had piqued her interest. Maybe she could find Spike and get some insight from him..Or something. She hadn't seen Giles around in a while. ANYWAY. It's always fun just to hang and chat with folks, and maybe she'll get to buy an alcoholic drink if that strict lady isn't there today (well one can always hope!).

Hey, at least she brought her fake ID this time, let's hope Piper isnt there to see her pull it out..She slides up to the bar, peering around, pondering..

Piper Halliwell has posed:
That 'strict lady', Piper....is around, but she doesn't say anything to Buffy's fake ID. Or, even, the crowd, it's a usual P3 crowd and Piper's holding down the bar. Two of her staff are in Bermuda on a cruise, her newest hire got caught drinking in the park and got smacked with community service....so Piper's refused to deal with him till he straights his butt out....and she's not happy with the musical talent. Still....Piper's cheery enough.

"So what's up?" Piper asks looking up and down the bar. It's an open question to the crowd, but sarcasm is never far from Piper's mind really. She nods to the fake ID. "What would you like?" she asks. It's almost like she's saying this: Alright. I can't stop you coming in with a fake ID. But I am going to ensure you drink responsibly. it's that look in her eye as she takes in the fake ID. Shaking her head Piper smiles, "Yeah you're over 21. So what can I get you?" she asks with a certain smile...the smile that's all 'You better not mess up. Or. you'll pay for itt' type of smile. She looks up and down the bar again, waiting on the Slayer's answer. Apparently, Piper's willing to bend the rules on their second meeting. Buffy passed the Piper test....whatever that is really. Still....

Piper snags a $50 for a tip and grins. "Appreciated" she tells the guy at the bar wearing a Mets jersey. "Just....don't wear that around here when it's playoff time and you guys get swept" she shrugs and pours a drink. She nods and takes a pace off to her right with a gentle smile, apparently, she enjoys P3 way too much. "Alright, you" she says to Buffy. "You're legal to drink. Just.....don't get too out of it. I ran out of buckets over the weekend and do you see a plant pot around here? Though admittedly....." she says with a tap of her nose. "There's toilets over there, you could always make the track team by sprinting, right?" she asks with a mischief-laden nod. "Though, word of warning, just.....don't screw around with the drinks and you'll be good"

Dean Winchester has posed:
No matter what kind of building it's in, a bar is a bar and Dean Winchester is not stranger to the saddle at this rodeo. A wink and a smile to a rather statuesque redhead earns Dean a smile back but his attention waivers. He catches sight of a familiar face. Watching Buffy make her way to the bar, those green eyes follow the Slayer carefully. It's instinctive. Professional courtesy. Seeing if anybody reacts to the young woman abnormally. It's like when people see a police car and tap their brakes. Satisfied, he moves from his stool.

Having not gotten any attention from the bartender, Dean Winchester brings that twenty with him. Lays it on the bartop as he sits next to Buffy. A glance to the young woman, the twist of a smile as he leans close to offer his greeting. "Summers. You get that card from Sammy?" He asks with a chuckle before giving an upnod to Piper. There's his witch. He plays it easy. Smooth.

"I need to talk to the owner of the place." Reaching into his jacket, he pulls out and briefly flashes a wallet and badge at Piper. Something Inspector. Thumb blocking it. "Officer Paul Stanley. Something a little quieter." The smile he brings to bear is nothing short of movie star dazzling and an anomaly for someone who gets their ass kicked on the regular.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers lifts a surprised brow at Piper and is about to quickly pull way her fake ID. But too late! She saw it. She laughs nervously "Oh. Piper, hi! Fancy meeting you here, not like it's a surprise here since you run the place. I just...Er..." oh wait, she's letting her get a drink? Really? "Ooh. Um. Okay..I'll get a gin and tonic, and don't worry about me, I always drink responsibly." she grins and winks at her. she pauses, peering at Dean. "Err, who?" she arches a brow "Wait, you're an officer?" uh oh. Did he see her fake ID?

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Oh yeah. Big time." Dean responds with a kurt nod to Buffy, all too amused by the reaction he got from somebody he knows for damn sure could probably rip his arm off. "She's on my tab." Dean says with a gesture toward Buffy. Tab, what tab? Phone buzzing, Dean grunts in annoyance before checking a text. His expression sours. Phone snapped shut(yeah, it's a burner flip phone!), Dean looks to Piper. Plucks that twenty off the bartop and steps back.

"I'll be back." He says, pointing that folded up twenty dollar bill at Piper before blending into the crowd. Off he goes. Who knows for what or who.