I decided to add a lighter chapter after all that drama. :p Hope you like it.

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"I really don't think this is a good idea," said Phoebe. She watched as her sister moved swiftly behind the bar at P3. She'd been away for quite awhile and was trying to get everything back in order before opening the club for the night. Piper placed two empty liquor bottles on the bar and looked at her sister.

"I told you," said Piper. "I feel totally fine and the club definitely needs me. I mean, we're almost completely out of vodka, tequila, and mineral water. This is why I don't go on vacation." She disappeared into the supply room, leaving Phoebe sitting alone at the bar. "Does no one around here know how to do inventory?" She could hear Piper grumble. She couldn't help but smile.

"Piper, you have to promise you're going to take it easy tonight," said Phoebe as Piper walked back into the room with an arm full of liquor bottles. She placed them on the liquor shelf behind the bar and looked back at Phoebe.

"I promise," she said with fake enthusiasm. "I'm just going to catch up on paperwork and the payroll. I won't be serving or anything."

"Good," said Phoebe. She looked down at her watch. "Crap, I need to get to class. Call me if you need anything… or if anything happens." She began walking toward the exit. "Or if you see Corr… or."

"Phoebe!" Piper snapped. "I'm going to be fine. I will call you if anything happens." Phoebe smiled and ran up the stairs towards the front doors of the club. Piper watched her sister disappear around the corned and let out an aggravated sigh. She went back to cleaning up the empty bottles and replacing them with new ones.

At a bar across town, Corr sat at the bar of one of his favourite pubs. The place was pretty much a dive, with rats scurrying around on the floor and cobwebs in nearly every corner, but it was the type of place where many demons could stop and have a drink. The pub was actually run by a few well-known demons. Pretty well all of the customers were actually members of the underworld.

It was nearing midnight and Corr had had his fair share of alcohol. Normally, after the amount that he had consumed, he would have been a mess, but for some reason he wasn't feeling the least bit tipsy.

"What's with you?" asked the bartender. "That's your tenth drink tonight. Usually you're blitzed out of your mind by now." Corr shrugged and pounded back the shot that the bartender had given him.

"I don't know," replied Corr. "But this is ridiculous." He stood up and walked toward the exit; pushing a couple of drunk demons aside as he made his way outside. He lit up a cigarette and leaned against the wall. He looked at his watch and tried to think of something he could do with the rest of his night.

Prue and Phoebe sat quietly in the parlour, watching an old horror movie, which was being broadcast on one of the local channels. Phoebe was curled up on one side of the couch with a huge bowl of popcorn in her lap. Startled by the phone, Phoebe sent the popcorn flying into the air. Popcorn began raining down on her and Prue, creating a huge mess on the floor as well as the couch.

"This is why I don't like watching scary movies with you," Prue giggled. She got up and walked into the sitting room to get the phone. Phoebe blushed and ran to get the broom and dustpan.

"Hello?" said Prue as she held the phone to her ear.

"Uh… hi," said the person on the other end. "Is this Prue?"

"Yep," replied Prue. "Who's this."

"I'm Matt," he replied. "I'm one of the bartenders at P3."

"Is Piper ok?" Prue asked suddenly. Phoebe ran to Prue side, with broom in hand, and tried listening to her phone conversation.

"Oh, she'll be fine," replied Matt. "But I don't think she should work any more tonight. You might want to come pick her up."

"We'll be there in two minutes!" Phoebe shouted as she ran to get Prue's car keys. Prue cringed, having had Phoebe just shout in her ear.

"We'll be right there," said Prue. "Take care of her until we get there."

"Will do," said Matt. "Sorry to bother you." Prue place the phone back in its cradle and followed Phoebe outside to her car. They crawled into the car and sped out of the driveway, nearly knocking over one of the garbage cans on the sidewalk.

Once they'd arrived at P3, they ran inside and over to the bar. Matt was mixing a drink for one of the customers. He looked over at them and smiled.

"You must be Prue and Phoebe," he said. He gave the customer his drink and took his money. After placing the money in the register he motioned for the girls to follow him. They walked through the staff area and into Piper's office. Piper was sitting in her chair in a fit of drunken giggles. One of the bouncers was there, trying to keep her in the office until her sisters came to pick her up.

"Oh my god," Phoebe giggled. "Piper! Have you been drinking?" She ran over to her sister and helped her to her feet.

"No," replied Piper. Her stood, unsteady, for a moment, then collapsed to the floor. She exploded into another fit of giggles. The bouncer rolled his eyes and helped Phoebe pull Piper off of the floor.

"She wasn't like this when I started my shift," said the bouncer. "And no one saw her have anything to drink besides mineral water." Phoebe pulled one of Piper's arms around her neck to hold her up.

"This is my baby sister," Piper slurred. She pinched Phoebe's cheeks, making her lips pucker out. "Isn't she just the cutest thing you ever saw in your whole life?" She let go of Phoebe's face and nearly fell to the floor. Prue ran over to Piper and wrapped Piper's free arm around her shoulders so that both she and Phoebe were holding her up.

"I should get back to work," said Matt. "Good luck."

"Thanks for calling," said Phoebe. Matt nodded and disappeared around the corner.

"By Matty," Piper shouted. "He's such a sweet boy. He's gonna make a good drink-giver person some day."

"Uh… right," said Phoebe. "We're going to take her home. Is there someone that can close the club tonight?"

"Matt and I will do it," replied the bouncer. "Don't worry about a thing."

"Thanks," said Phoebe. She and Prue started dragging Piper out of the office and toward the back exit to avoid causing a scene.

"You know what's a funny word?" said Piper. "Intoxicamated. No, intoxicatemed…." She continued repeating the word to herself as she was practically carried outside to Prue's car. Prue removed Piper's arm from her shoulder and opened the back door of her car. The second Piper crawled into the back seat, she passed out. Prue and Phoebe got into the car and drove Piper back home.

"Come on, wake up sweetie," said Phoebe once they'd arrived home. She had crawled into the back seat with Piper and was trying to get her to wake up. Piper mumbled something inaudible and squinted up at her sister. "Let's get you inside." She and Prue pulled Piper out of the car and helped her up the steps to the house. As Prue fumbled with her key, Piper moved quickly over to the side of the steps and puked in the flowerbed. Phoebe gently pulled Piper's hair back and rubbed her shoulders until she was finished. Piper stumbled back and followed her sisters into the house. Phoebe walked Piper over to the couch and let her lay down while Prue retrieved a bucket.

"How are you feeling?" Phoebe asked softly.

"Terrible," replied Piper. "What the hell happened?"

"Some of the guys from P3 sent you home," replied Phoebe. "You were drunk." She grabbed a blanket and covered Piper, who had started shaking uncontrollably from the sudden lack of alcohol in her system.

"I didn't have anything to drink," Piper groaned. "Just a few bottles of mineral water. And I opened them, so I know they weren't spiked."

"I think this has more to do with what Corr had to drink tonight than what you had," said Prue as she walked into the room. She placed the bucket on the floor by Piper's head and sat on the coffee table across from the couch. "I think the spell might be progressing."

"Great," Piper sighed. "How am I supposed to do anything now if he's going to go and get corked out of his mind at any given time?" Prue shrugged.

"We're just going to have to find a way to vanquish him," replied Phoebe. "And soon."