I have kicked the ass of writer's block. Here is the next chapter. Less humor, more set up, more humor later though. I promise.

"No, John. Have you forgotten that I almost died? You're out of your head if you think I'm gonna do this again!"

John smirked. "It's not the same thing, Chas. And it's not dangerous this time."

"Not dangerous…right. Am I still gonna be dressing like a girl?"

"Yes."

"Then it's dangerous. If I've figured out one thing this past week, it's that being female in LA is like being a baby antelope in the middle of pack of lions."

John smirked. "It'll get you into Midnite's club."

"Like I was saying, John, absolu-what? Midnite's? You'd get me into Midnite's?" Chas's eyes widened, and John's smirk didn't budge.

"That's what I said. You do this, and half of it is walking into Midnite's, sitting down at the bar, and having a drink. I know that's important to you, even female."

Chas studied John's expression for a moment, and then he leaned forward. "Tell me more."

"Alright, remember…Beeman will be waiting at the car right outside. And don't forget, your name is-"

"Chastra Bronwyn, Balthazar's illegitimate daughter. I know."

"Speaking of Balthazar, if he shows up-"

"Run like Hell. I got it, John," Chas said with a smirk. The smirk was just weird, though, since his lips were coated heavily with black lipstick, his eyes were lined with black liner, and his skin had been powdered down to stark white.

The demon he was looking for was into gothic girls. Chas certainly fit the part now, with his tattered black dress, fishnet hose, and straight, thick, long black hair.

John hesitated, obvious not sure about this anymore. Chas knew the club was more crowded than usual, but this was also his only shot for at least a few years of getting into Midnite's club and having a drink.

"Kid…" John started, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. Chas raised an eyebrow as John seemed to fight with himself for a few moments before looking up. "Be careful, kid. And stay away from windows."

Chas grinned. "You got it, boss."

Chas jumped out of the cab and headed for the club, oblivious to what happened next- John lowered his face into his hands, taking a few deep breaths as the stress took its toll.

Chas tried to take John's advice and not look like a kid in a candy store as he walked in, but it was hard. This was Midnite's club, he was inside, and he was about to sit down and buy a drink. In Midnite's club.

Nevermind the lipstick and high heels, this was awesome.

He could feel the eyes watching him as he walked toward the bar, but he was starting to get used to the stares. At least it told him his disguise was working.

His eyes scanned the bar until he caught sight of the man in the blue suit John had told him about- a demon named Theodore Millikan, or Das, to his friends. The man was sitting alone, his eyes fixed on the drink in front of him, a drink which looked suspiciously like blood.

Chas forced himself to ignore the man's greasy hair, red eyes, and swishing tail, and he strolled over to the bar, sitting down one seat away.

The bartender looked Chas over, and then smiled. "What'll it be then?" He asked, and Chas pretended to give it some hard thought.

"She'll have tonight's special. On me."

Perfect. He fell right into it, Chas thought, swiveling in his seat and crossing his legs as Das's eyes raked over him.

"What's the occasion?" Chas purred, leaning on the bar. Das grinned.

"That's up to you," he said, leaning forward just slightly and slipping his hand forward to rest on Chas's knee.

Don't slap him, don't slap him, Chas admonished himself, forcing a smile. "That sounds like a promise to me," he said, taking his drink from the bartender and taking a sip. He almost choked at the intense burn in his throat, a burn far worse than the whiskey he'd stolen from John.

"What's your name?" Das asked carefully.

"Chastra Bronwyn. You might know my father…"

"Oh really now?"

"Balthazar."

Das licked his lips, his eyes flashing a deeper red. John was dead on about the intense rivalry between Balthazar and Das in the underworld- Das would never pass up an opportunity to screw over the daughter of one of his biggest nemesis. "Let's get outta here," he said hungrily, his hand gripping Chas's knee tighter.

"I have a car waiting."

"Sounds good to me."

Chas took one more sip of his drink before putting it down, determined to look like it was normal to be here. Das wrapped an arm around Chas's waist as he stood up, pulling him eagerly toward the door.

"How much?" Das asked quietly, his movements to get Chas out becoming rougher. Chas felt his heart speed up- John told him the demon was always docile in public, collected and suave. Not that he would get violent.

Chas shook his head, feeling a bit woozy. Dizzy. "300 per hour. 1200 for the night," he managed.

"You're an expensive little whore, aren't you?"

"You want the best, don't you?" Chas shot back seductively- right before he was shoved out the door. He spun around angrily, shooting Das a glare. "You break it, you buy it, buddy," he growled, and Das put up his hands in surrender.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll pay for the night. A good tip, if you impress me," he said, all business once again. "Where's your car."

Chas jerked his head up the road, and then led Das to the waiting Mercedes. Beeman stepped out of the front seat, dressed like a chauffeur, and he opened the door for them.

"Miss Bronwyn…how was it?" He asked with a nonchalant tone, and Chas shrugged. His head still felt…off. Cloudy.

"Just fine. Take us to my place."

Das started at that. "Actually, I was thinking-"

"My place or not at all," Chas said, raising an eyebrow. That was all part of the plan; they get Das to the predetermined spot, where John could find out what he needed to know.

Das nodded, and they got in the car. Beeman got in the front, and Chas found himself dozing. That was when he first realized something might be really wrong.

The bastard never touched my drink. How could he…

Oh shit.

The 'special'. Das had told the bartender to give Chas that day's 'special'. The bartender was also a demon.

Chas should've seen it coming.

"S…It's really…" Chas started, trying to give Beeman the 'alarm word'. He couldn't seem to form the words, though. Everything felt so heavy.

And quite suddenly, he realized that he was on his back on the seat, and Das was on top of him.

"Balthazar's gonna love this…I'm gonna tear you apart from the inside out," Das growled, but by then Beeman had noticed the situation. He jerked the car to the side of the road, hitting the horn loudly. Chas's cab stopped beside them, and before the demon could regain his bearings, the door jerked open and John yanked him out.

The rest was a blur to Chas. He knew he'd been drugged, but he didn't know what with- who knew what kind of drugs demons employed to rape unsuspecting women?

He could feel hands on him, hear Beeman's voice asking if he was alright, heard the sounds of a fist hitting flesh and John's intense cursing…then darkness.