Of course, Morgan's plan is not flawless because then, well, then it would go well and you could tell our sugar high ended. Unfortunately for Morgan and the gang, our sugar high remains well you know, high Woooooooooooooooopitity ipity woop!

We don't own sweep. It owns us. Scary. :3 )

HUNTER'S POV

Thank goddess I got out of that one. What the hell would I have done if Morgan had insisted on coming? Maybe I would actually investigate. Or maybe I would hit Morgan over the head and lock her in a cupboard somewhere. That's a good plan. Remember that one. Ye and when she wakes up (Hunter goes on and on about what he would say to Morgan but frankly, I canny be arsed. But it had something to do with Aliens, mice and a donkey faced banana).

Right, bring on the pole dancers. I walked in and wasn't surprised at all when I saw Killian there, pissed. In fact I think I would have been scared if he wasn't there. Also if he had a beard. That would be weird.

Killian was screaming something to this girl about peanuts and his arse. I wasn't listening. Not that I wanted to by the sounds of it.

"Give me a beer." I said to the guy at the bar.

"ID."

He stared. I stared back.

"What, cant I have a beer?"

"ID."

He stared. I stared back.

"Give me the beer."

"ID."

He stared. I stared back.

"Give- Me – The- Beer."

"ID"

He stared. I stared back.

"I'M A SEEKER FOR THE FREAKING WICCA COUNCIL WHO ARE ACTUALLY JUST A BUNCH OF FANNY WHIPS FROM ENGLAND WITH THEIR HEADS TO FAR UP THEIR ARSES TO SEE ANYTHING THAT'S HAPPENING IN THE REAL WORLD. JUST GIVE ME THE FREAKING BEER OR PREPAR FOR WAR."

"ID"

He stared. I stared back. The next thing I knew his head was on fire. An unnatural blue fire. Witch fire. I wonder where that come from (He whistles innocently although it is obvious that he was the one who started it) And he still wouldn't give me the freaking beer.

"ID"

I eventually give punched him in the face and took the beer. And did a spell so he wouldn't remember what happened. The council shall never know. Mwa ha ha. I'm evil. I stole a beer. And I'm drinking it. And I'm only nineteen. Rebel. Then the announcer (or God, I'm not quite sure) started to say something.

"And now, our newest arrival, MORGAN ROWLANDS." I dropped my beer. I don't believe this. My beer. My wonderful beer. Why the hell did I spill it again.
"Hunter!?" I heard Morgan say. Oh yeah. I remember now. My beer wasn't wasted. IT WAS ALL HER FAULT! Hold on. Morgan. A pole dancer. Morgan Rowland. A striper. That's not good. No matter how you say it.

"Get off the stage!"

"Aye, piss off dude!" Screamed Killian from across the room. How the hell could he get beer. And I couldn't.

"NO! THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND!"

"GO MORGAN, WOOO!"

"SHE'S YOUR LITTLE SISTER."

"Really? GO LITTLE SIS!" Could this get anymore disturbing. A mouse scuttled past. :3). Yes it could. Morgan walked off the back of the stage. I went to meet her. I wasn't sure whether to yell or to find an empty room!

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!" I picked yelling. I'm an idiot.

"I'm pole dancing what the hell does it look like dumbass." She said as if it was perfectly normal. I stared. She stared back. I gave her a weird look. She gave me one. Goddess this was annoying.

"Why are you a pole dancer?"

"It's my job. Plus, money, fun and guuuuu....mmy bears. Free gummy bears. Ye that will do."

"You have a boyfriend you know." I said, meaning me.

"Where? Did one of these guys ask me out? Was I pissed and said yeah?"

"I was meaning me dumbass."

"You're my boyfriend. Who are you?"

"Your soul mate."

"Oh, I thought you meant you were my boyfriend. But you're my soul mate. So wheres my.... Hold the phone. WHY ARE YOU IN A STRIP CLUB." Not good, NOT GOOD.

"Emm well, I was."

"YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND YOU KNOW!"

"Really, why would anybody date me?"

"I'm asking myself the same question."

"Where? Did one of those girls ask me out? Was I pissed on my one beer that I spilt and said yeah?"

"I was meaning me dumbass" Does anybody else have this weird feeling of daja vu?

"Daja vu"

"Yeah I know what you mean I'm sure I have this memory of this conversation before. Hhhhmmm weird."

"What were we talking about again?

"Um......oh yeah WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING IN A STRIP CLUB?" Uh oh I forgot about that um think, think, think fast, lightning fast seeker intuition.

"I wasn't meant to be in here. Ermm... I was meant to, em, be next door. Yeah next door." I said sweating.

"Right so you were supposed to be next door in the beauty salon for gays?" Not good.

"No I was going to join the place on the other side." I'm sure it was a gym for hot guys.

"The 'I am evil and want to kill Morgan club." Hey maybe I can join that. No think Hunter think.

"The place across the road?"

"Nun's 4 us?"

"Umm, here."

"A strip club."

"Leave me alone. I'm sick."
"Only in the mind."

We made up after about three hours of getting off. That was fun. Does she keep pole dancing outfit? It could have its uses.