[P3] Not Open Yet
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 finally stood up. Exhaling she opened the box and set it where it belonged with the rest of the bar items.
Paige wondered where her sisters were, but knew better than to actually ask out loud, since the answer wouldn't come from any of them. Phoebe was off with Coop, and Piper was somewhere with Leo and the boys. Which left her, alone, in the house and in the bar to 'handle it' which was how Piper had so nicely termed it. So that's what she was doing, handling it. Very well too, it was just different without anyone actually checking up on her.
The door opened, causing her head to tilt a bit in curiosity, "We're not actually open yet. I mean sure the door is... which means I really fail at keeping security in this place." Sighing Paige knew that if she was just leaving the door open she was asking for trouble, her hand reached for whatever was close -- just in case -- which happened to be a bottle of vodka. Her other hand she kept empty, in case she could just use her gift to throw a table at them.
Paige wondered where her sisters were, but knew better than to actually ask out loud, since the answer wouldn't come from any of them. Phoebe was off with Coop, and Piper was somewhere with Leo and the boys. Which left her, alone, in the house and in the bar to 'handle it' which was how Piper had so nicely termed it. So that's what she was doing, handling it. Very well too, it was just different without anyone actually checking up on her.
The door opened, causing her head to tilt a bit in curiosity, "We're not actually open yet. I mean sure the door is... which means I really fail at keeping security in this place." Sighing Paige knew that if she was just leaving the door open she was asking for trouble, her hand reached for whatever was close -- just in case -- which happened to be a bottle of vodka. Her other hand she kept empty, in case she could just use her gift to throw a table at them.
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Smirking she raised an eyebrow, "Does that mean they can blame moving my hair dryer on ghosts now?"
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It was one thing to talk to someone that thought they knew what they were talking about, but there was something a bit more valid to the tone he was using. It wasn't the usual skeptical trying to disprove, it was the believer trying to make her see. Not that Paige needed that of course, but it was still a bit odd to see that so openly in someone else.
"Aren't you afraid you'll end up in a psych ward?"
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He paused again, before giving her a bit of a grin. "Besides, people believe in God, right? Why believe in the good stuff and not consider the possibility of the reverse?"
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Which was so very true in her case, three folds true in fact, "So if all of it is real, then why just write a book exposing it all? Why make everyone else freak out and build a world of panicked people distrusting their neighbors more than they already do?"
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"Yeah, well -- who's actually gonna believe some book that some supposed kook on the road wrote?"
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Which... Paige was at one point.
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Not that he was actually writing a book, or that he was about to tell her those books were about him and his brother. It was nothing like that at all.