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Post by Wyatt Halliwell on Apr 27, 2009 8:01:30 GMT -5
Wyatt had been up since 8am. He'd went for a run, then gotten the groceries that Chris and Prudence had forgotten the other day, then headed to P3, knowing his younger brother would have forgotten to clean up the staff drinks. He laughed seeing he had though on entering the club. Wyatt looked at the delivery boxes, he took off his jacket and put down the bags as he started the heavy lifting early. As the box touched the bar top, Wyatt smiled, at least that was the heaviest box. He loved his brother, but would kill him for leaving Wyatt with the new delivery of stock. Wyatt pulled out the bottles, checking the numbers off on the sheet on his clip board. His task was cut short by a burst of noise coming from his cell. He reached over the bar top and retrieved it. The text was from a girl that got his number last week in P3 at one of the band nights. He sighed, not really into dating around Wyatt text back, politely and remembered not to ask any questions or give her motive to text back, she probably would though.
Wyatt started counting the inventory again and heard the front door open then close again, he sighed, "We're not open yet, come back at night... if you're here for a job give me a second..." He said like he told everyone that came in at this time of day. He had a lot today to do at the club and randoms weren't the greatest thing that could happen at the moment.
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Post by Prudence Halliwell on Apr 28, 2009 2:12:46 GMT -5
Prue walked into P3, the club her mother had ran and ownd when she was younger, now her oldest brother Wyatt Halliwell owned it. Prue had offered to help Wyatt with inventory and stocking today, since she had no classes. They knew Chris might help if he could stop studying the family Book of Shadows or in between studying for his classes. Their other cousins sometimes stopped by since they worked at P3 sometimes. Prue was also a waitress too, so she spent quite a lot of time at the club.
She saw her brother and smiled, he looked like he was thinking about something as he looked at his cell phone. A lot of girls tried to date Wyatt, but Wyatt didn't really want to settle down right now. She wondered what girl was calling him now.
"Hey, Wy. Busy?" She raised her eyes at her brother.
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