I don't own Charmed.

So this is the second chapter...

Loose

Chris apeared from one second to another in front of a night club. He was just twenty, not allowed to visit it, plus it was a spot more known to demons then witches, but that was exactly what Chris needed and he couldn't have cared less. He entered the club and it was empty as usual for night clubs at ten thirty. He placed himself at the bar, ordered a whiskey and hoped to look evil enough so that noone would dare to get on his nerves.

He sat there about three hours. While the club was filling and he got tipsy first and really drunk short time later, the headache fought itself back trough his foggy, dizzy mind and knocked inside his forehead. With a rushed movement he finished his second Vodka-redbull and barged towards the dance floor. The banging base of the techno music drowned the voices in his head, that was at least something.
He started to move quiet uncontrolled and totally against the beat, he looked like a drug addict on a bad trip. People were dancing around him, bumped into him, jugged him and yelled that he should look where he's going. As the music got faster and louder Chris started letting loose. His head was turning the same as the whole floor, he didn't see faces anymore, just schemes and light flashes. Someone grabbed his T-Shirt from behind and turned him around. All he was able to see was a slight ray of blond weaving hair and red lips. He circled her and tried not to slip and fall, he couldn't even say what he was doing exactly. When the woman nestled to him and rubbed herself against him, he totally blacked out.

When Chris woke up, he found himself lying in that girls bed. She lay beside him, still asleep. She was actually quiet beautiful, usually Wyatt would get such girls. That made him a little proud, still he wasn't to stay. Within three minuets he got all his stuff and left -- whitelighter -way. When he arrived at the top of the San Francisco bridge he figured that he had nowhere to go, for he wouldn't go back to his and Wyatt's place for sure. The worst thing was, that he still heard the screams and the headache he had anyway were strengthened by a huge hangover. He was feeling miserable. After a short while he decided to have a beer to fight at least his crapulence and have a little bit of a breakfast, so he had something in his stomach when he had to throw up, of what he was sure he would. After beaming he entered a small café downtown and sat down at a corner table. He kept his eyes downcast and waited for someone to serve him while doing the best he could to ignore the voices in his head. They became louder he noticed. It was like a big crescendo that lead to an awfully loud sound that had Chris shut his ears and he suppressed a scream just in the very second where a young waitress dropped a tray with rumbling noise. He looked up and caught her eye. All of the sudden the screaming stopped and Chris sighed. "No, no, no!", he whistled to himself. He had found his new charge. He was just about to get up and flee when she got up to him.

"Have you chosen?", she asked politely. She must've been around seventeen or eighteen, she was astonishing beautiful but Chris refused to help her. Good looks wouldn't make him give in. She wouldn't make him be the good son again, the one who always did what he was supposed to.
"No, thank you.", he said and got up to leave. Back on the street he looked around to find where he'll be going.
He just turned left, when he heard a girls voice behind him.

"Sorry", the waitress said "er...I think you can help me, sir, can you?"
Chris turned around and had to look down to see her face, she was obviously shy because she looked at the ground after asking.
"I'm sorry I don't know what you are talking about.", Chris tried to act ignoramus.
She looked up a little: "Well I don't think that's true. I've heard a lot about you. You are the brother of Wyatt Halliwell", she said Wyatt's name as if it was the name of a superstar. Chris laughed embittered: "So you heard that...Okay little lady, get lost, maybe I am who you think I am, but I won't help you so get gone!"
He was being mean, and she was intimidated.

Chris didn't gave her one more look, turned, walked away and left the girl standing there alone.

What do you say?