(Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed.)
One thing that Cathrine could say was that running her bar like place never got old. That was because it was purely for magic beings, or occasionally people who knew about magical beings. It could be difficult making sure everyone paid, since not everyone had money. There was a leprechaun, sometimes it felt like he provided half the drinks and drank the other half. She laughed slightly at that. Then there was currently a dark lighter of all people guarding the place. Though if he wasn't in trouble with the demon world, he would be for coming here. He leaned against the wall watching for anyone who was causing trouble.
In a relatively neutral, leaning towards good, place for magical beings it had been known to happen and Cathrine's powers were so weak she didn't usually use them at all. Luckily she wasn't alone when it came to fighting. Most people here were escaping something, and got ticked off when a demon came looking for trouble. Add that to the fact that there was magic making it impossible to use any form of teleporting inside, and attacking was basically suicide.
Cathrine looked up from the costumer she'd been taking to. A relatively new comer had just come in, and she had a feeling she new why.
"Sorry, I got to go."
She walked over to the part at the end of the bar the guy was sitting down at. He said he was a white lighter, but Cathrine had never seen him use any white lighter power. In fact if anything he came off more like a witch.
"Hi Chris," she greeted.
"Yeah, hey Cathy," Chris greeted, distracted.
Cathrine sucked in a deep breath, but didn't react outside that. Only her friends called her Cathy, and while she wished Chris was a friend sometimes, he wasn't. The last time she'd told him he'd messed up though, he panicked. So she kept her mouth shut, it wasn't a big deal.
"I'm looking for a demon who uses this," he set down a shuriken.
"There's a lot of demons who use that," Cathrine pointed out. "But you're in luck. A demon who uses them showed up yesterday from the Demonatrix. Says she doesn't like where the rest of the gang is going."
"Is she here now?" Chris asked, an intense look on his face.
"Yeah, in one of the private rooms," Cathrine pointed.
"Thanks." Chis got up and started walking away.
"You know the rules!" Cathrine called after him. "Don't get into a fight unless she starts it!"
The thing about being half demon was that it made Cathrine slow to age. She'd changed in the past twenty or so years, something she was grateful for since she'd always looked a little immature. But looking at the Charmed ones, who had finally noticed her little bar several years ago, now they'd aged a lot. Cathrine thought it was because they worked too hard.
Chris hadn't shown up in years. Cathrine was sad about that, he'd always made her human half feel stronger, but he wasn't the first person to stop coming and she never looked into why for that kind of thing.
She bent down and picked up a box of bottles. When she stood back up there was a man standing there. That was odd, not many people came in the morning. But that wasn't why she'd frozen and was staring at him with wide eyes.
"Cathy? Hi. I know we haven't seen each other in a while but it's Chris. Chris Halliwell?"
Cathrine knew one of the Charmed Ones had a kid named Chris, she'd met him when he was younger, but she hadn't thought much of it until now. Now she dropped the box she was holding.