[Scene: P3. Phoebe is at the bar. She looks at her watch.]

Phoebe: Abbey, maybe you should get Sean another drink.

(She looks over at a guy sitting at the other end of the bar.)

Abbey: Okay, but that's over the club limit.

Phoebe: Yeah, it's okay. We'll get him a cab home.

(Piper approaches the bar.)

Piper: Prue still hasn't called?

Phoebe: Nope. Look at that poor guy.

Piper: You think she stood him up?

Phoebe: Not deliberately. I just think that since we've been back from pilgrim times, she's been on a demon vender.

Piper: You think? You mean, because that's all she ever talks about?

Phoebe: Yeah, well, how do we explain this to him?

Piper: Abby, better make that a double. I'm gonna coat for him.

(She picks up the phone.)

Phoebe: Well, speaking of a big chill, is Leo keeping you warm?

Piper: Nope.

Phoebe: Honey, are you still afraid that they're watching you?

(Phoebe giggles.)

Piper: What am I supposed to think? The last two times they orbed him out was right in the middle of it.

Phoebe: So what does he say?

Piper: He swears they're not watching but he's a guy, he'll say anything. The point is I think they're watching and when I think, I can't, I can't, I can't concentrate.

Phoebe: Hmm, well, at least you have the option to concentrate. (Piper dials a number on the phone.) If Cole and I continue this flirting tango thing, I'm gonna have to start concentrating on myself.

Prue: (in the phone) Hello?

Piper: Prue, hey, where are you?

Prue: Hey, I'm on my way home from work. Hey, you will never guess what I found on the internet. Remember Micah?

Piper: The 17th century hottie? Wow, it's hard to forget.

Phoebe: Okay, enough about the past, tell her about the present.

Prue: Well, I traced his ancestors and found an entire history of the village that we visited. I figured it might give us a clue to the identity of the demon that the triad sent to kill us.

Piper: Prue, honey, aren't you forgetting something?

Prue: No, my photo shoot's not until tomorrow.

Piper: No, I mean something else. Like, uh, your date.

Prue: Oh, oh, Sean, oh. Alright, uh, just give him a drink.

Piper: If we give him anymore we're gonna have to send him to an A.A. meeting.

Prue: How long's he been there?

Piper: I'd say about an hour and 327 peanuts.

Prue: Alright, so what do I do?

Piper: Well, remorse is good and attendance is better.

Prue: Piper, I'm half way across town, besides, I've gotta go home and-and look up all this demon stuff.

Piper: Well, can't it wait?

Prue: What, and you think the triad will? Right, we have to get them before they get to us. Just tell him that I got hung up at work and that I'll make it up to him.

Piper: Alrighty then.

(She hangs up.)