I got bored. I did a thing. This is this thing. Oh, by the way, this is a drabble series and I would love to see your guys' ideas on the escapades of the Halliwell boys and the Halliwell children.
Wyatt kicked off the covers and let one arm dangle off his bed. Through the moonlight, he saw a slim figure, perched on the other bed and watching him. Burying his face in his pillow, he groaned. Rolling onto his back, he asked tiredly, "What is it, Chris?"
"How much chloroform would it take to knock someone out for, say, an hour and a half?"
Gaping up at the ceiling for a minute, Wyatt felt like a fish. Sitting up on his elbows, he looked at his baby brother. Seeming to have no problem with what he just asked, the brunette sat cross-legged, waiting patiently. Opening and closing his mouth for a minute, Wyatt asked incredulously, "Why the hell do you want to know that?"
Chris's eyes turned shifty as he lied, "Just curious."
Shaking his head, Wyatt flopped back down and threw one arm over his eyes. His muffled voice was still clearly exasperated at the younger Halliwell. "Go back to sleep, Kit. You can interrogate a demon in the morning."
Silence for several moments. Finally, "I didn't mention a demon."
Keeping his eyes closed, he said firmly, "No, I don't care what they did or how they hurt the girls, DJ, Sebastian, or Henry. You can only interrogate demons."
"But they made Patience cry!"
"Chris."
"…Fine."
No worries, Chris wouldn't have actually hurt them! I hope.