[Piper might have been blushing just a tad as they pulled away. That was definitely one of the most enthusiastic kisses she'd had in the prison that wasn't fueled by false memories... like being married to Lyle or Sam. She smiled a little in return, running a hand through her hair to shake loose the confetti from herself as well.]
Well, I'm Piper. I own the P3 nightclub in San Francisco. But, same... doesn't mean much here, I guess.