Chapter Six – Sober Me Up, cause Hang Over is a Bitch!
Wyatt threw the recycling bag of bottles into the recycling dumpster and made his way back into the club through the back door. The club has closed and they have tidied up the place bit, leaving the rest for Lance to get it done next day. Wyatt, on the other hand knows he won't able to keep on doing this, enslaving away like this….not when he's not used to it and when he has no need for it. He's on a vacation, so it's only logical for him to go and relax in a beach or somewhere.
"Cheers man, you did a great job on your first day." Lance said to Wyatt, who watched Lance lock up the place.
"Yeah, not a bad day but don't think this is the job for me though." Wyatt said pulling on his jacket against the night chill as both men made their way to the car park.
"Why? What's wrong?" Lance asked as Wyatt shook his head.
"Nothing's wrong… but for me, Club had always been the partying place, you know, but to work there… I don't think I'm cut out for it." Wyatt said with a chuckle. "I feel bad already for wanting to quit but…yea I'm considering it."
In response Lance only chuckled. "I understand you man. It's not for everyone." Lance said stopping to talk in middle of the empty car park, where only two cars stood parked there was Wyatt and Lance, but both their cars are parked half way across from each other. "You do what you gotta do bro!"
"Yeah, I gotta let Mrs Halliwell know about it though," Wyatt said imagining what Mary is going to say about quitting, she is probably going to explode when she finds out from Piper. "I might drop by tomorrow to tell her in person. Don't feel right about quitting through phone, not after hiring me in such short notice."
"Yeah, I think she might be around if Chris is too hung-over from tonight." Lance said with a chuckle. "Cause he normally takes over on Saturday nights."
"I don't think I've met Chris yet." Wyatt said with a shrug.
"You'll see him tomorrow if you drop by." Lance said as Wyatt nodded. "Alright then man, it's been nice working with you, hopefully you'll change your mind, if not then it's been great working with you and do stop by the club when you can."
"Yeah same here man." Wyatt said with a chuckle as he shook hands with Lance. "And yeah I'll try." Wyatt said with a smile and nod, before both men departed towards their vehicle.
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"Chris, wake up!" Piper shouted as Chris groaned at the shrill voice. The young witch turned around only to hit the carpet floor as he fell off the sitting room couch with a thud, smacking his hand against the coffee table in the process.
"Bitch!" Chris hissed in pain as Piper entered the room, only to stop when she heard her youngest swear under his breath.
"What was that?" Piper asked as Chris looked alarmed at the sight of his mother.
"Err…nothing." Chris said pushing himself up as Piper nodded.
"Come on, breakfast is ready." Piper said as Chris let himself hit the couch once again.
"I think I'll pass." Chris groaned out at the feeling of his head spinning despite sitting still. Chris had been lucky enough not to have the tenancy to puke the following day of drinking, unlike his cousin Henry – who was a guaranteed puker that Aunt Paige, places a bucket in his room on the day he goes out, after spending so much money on washing carpet. After all, they all spend enough in replacing their wardrobe and stuff in a daily basis, thanks to demons.
"Well hope you're not too hung-over because you need to be in P3 in three hours." Piper said nodding towards the grandfather clock stood to their left which indicated eleven in the morning.
"Ahh, do I have too?" Chris groaned as Piper simply nodded.
"If you want to get paid, then, yeah!" Piper said to her son, who looked at her with a shocking glare.
"I'm your son; I can't believe you're making me work to give me money." Chris said dramatically as Piper stood up with a smirk.
"Well if only you stopped getting fired from all those jobs, I may have considered it, but since you seem to have everything easy, it's only fair you work for your cash." Piper said as Chris grumbled.
"Dad wouldn't make me work." Chris muttered under his breath.
"That's why I own the club." Piper said with a smile. "So move your hung over butt into the shower and come down for breakfast." Piper said to her son as she walked away from her groaning son. Chris in response to his groaning, he let his tired body hit the couch again, almost returning to sleep – only to jump, half startled when loud music ripped through the air from the sunroom.
Snapping his left eye open, he caught sight of his mother sticking her head around the corner to give one of her toothy pearly smile, before disappearing back around the corner. "Great!" Chris groaned burying his face beneath the couch cushions as the loud drum beat began vibrating every muscle in his brain.
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Wyatt buried his head under his pillow at the sound of his Doberman barking his head off outside the blond' bedroom door, scratching the door to get inside as Wyatt tossed and turned in his bed, trying to get back to sleep. Only the noise increased when the cell started nuzzling near his head from the bed side table.
"Spike, Shut up!" Wyatt shouted before blinding stretching his hand out to grab his cell from the table. "Hello…" Wyatt muffled out as he spoke through his pillow.
"Wyatt?" A female voice asked as Wyatt looked confused.
"Spike, you get away from that door right now!" Mary's voice filtered through in the background.
"Yeah?" Wyatt said little thankful at the silence as he heard Spike's upset whine and his paw trotting away in the laminated floor down the hallway.
"Hey, this is Prue Halliwell, from P3" The voice said causing Wyatt to sit up.
"Oh Prue, What is it?" Wyatt said wondering if Lance had said anything about him quitting the job.
"I'm just wondering if you could come in early today, say about one?" Prue asked Wyatt causing him raise his left eyebrow at the request. "I know your shift doesn't start till seven, but unfortunately Lance was in an accident."
"What? Is he okay?" Wyatt asked feeling bad, despite the fact he only knew the guy for a day.
"Oh yeah, thankfully he got away with minimal injuries. He fractured his ligaments in his leg, so his wife just called me to tell that he won't be in for few weeks. So I was wondering if you could cover his shifts, just until this Thursday then Roy would be back from his holiday and you could go back to your time schedule."
"Err…" Wyatt said hesitating to give an answer, after all he was planning on quitting his job today and this certainly doesn't make it any easier than he planned.
"I know this is kinda late minute ordeal and normally I would've asked one of our other bartenders but my mom asked me to ask you. She felt you be right for the job. It's nothing big, just helping around really. Please?" Prue said as Wyatt sighed, not believing what he was going to say next.
"Okay I'll be there." Wyatt said to his boss.
"Great, see you in an hour." Prue said before cutting the phone, as Wyatt frowned at her comment.
"In an hour?" Wyatt said glancing over to the alarm clock to find the numbers flashing – 11.59 – no scratch that – 12.00PM. "Great!" Wyatt groaned as he pulled himself out of the bed. "No workout today then!" Wyatt thought to himself as he made his way to the bathroom.
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Chris sipped his decaf, while mentally wishing for the banging headache to quit annoying the shit out of him and leave him alone. He can't believe he got so smashed last night…well he wasn't too smashed to the point of having memory gaps in his brain, but he was close to that point, if it wasn't for the fact David took them home early. Despite being hung-over, he couldn't also help but be embarrassed of what he has done last night which he remembered to his surprise. He kissed a total stranger, he knows it wasn't a proper kiss but nevertheless he's not the type to go around smooching random people, especially not in the first day right after saying hello, he doesn't even know anything about the guy he kissed, not even his name. Just some hot guy…yeah he remembers the hottie, funnily he can't remember why he got kicked out of tropical or how he got to P3 in one piece….oh….he does have blanks in his memory. Oh well at least he kissed a hottie when he was smashed.
The young witch couldn't also help but wonder about his friends but he assumed David must've orbed them to their place. Chris was also curious and little worried about whether David had seen him kiss the guy. He hoped his brother hasn't seen that part, after all he didn't want to be labelled by anyone as a homosexual or gay, he has enough fear of coming out to his family and what his family would say about it, he doesn't need anything else added to his list.
Chris knows, his family are likely to have a problem with it – him being bi - but still….he could already see the disappointment in his father's and mother's eyes, wondering where they went wrong with him…plus what his cousins would think of him. Bianca and Tom knows that Chris was bi, after the incident of them catching Chris making out of Bianca's friend Tony and plus openly admitting he was bi in his drunken state. So the young witch wasn't worried about what others would think of him, he's just worried what his family would think of him…after all he still wants to get married and have kids, but until then he is simply going to have fun without worrying about anything.
"I'm only freaking 22 years old; I'm way too young to get married, maybe when I'm 30 or something." Chris thought to himself as he took another sip of his drink.
Chris almost jumped when he felt something brush against his legs unexpectedly, but calmed himself just in time when he heard the familiar Meow. Looking down he found their black cat Salem – which Prue named after the show, Sabrina the teenage witch – purring as he rubbed against his legs.
"Hey there buddy!" Chris said placing his cup down on the coffee table and picking the cat up from the floor to pet him. "How are you? Huh?" Chris asked rubbing the feline who in return, comfortably settled himself on Chris' lap.
"Chris…" Piper called out as she grabbed her hand bag from the table and made her way into the living room. "What you still doing here? You should be at the club now? Your sister just called and she needs to get back to work."
"Fine, I'm going." Chris said placing Salem on the couch as he got up with a groan.
"I'm off to the restaurant, you want anything call me." Piper said grabbing her keys from her purse. "Wyatt is there, so sort out the inventory and the unloading with him since Lance won't be in for few weeks."
"huh? Why won't Lance be in?" Chris asked his mother.
"Cause he fractured his leg. Now get down to P3 cause the band is coming in two hours for their sound check up." Piper said heading to the door as Chris followed her out.
"And who's Wyatt again?" Chris asked using his hands to shield his eyes against the bright sunlight that blinded his hung over sensitive vision.
"The new bartender." Piper said getting into her convertible. "So get over there now!"
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Hope you all enjoyed this Chapter. Next Chapter they'll meet honest. They should've met in this Chapter but don't know what happened….lol, but they definitely meet in the next. Hehe, I know cause I've already written it up. So depending on how fast you All review. I'll update.
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