A/N: I believe it's time for a little Charmed-O-Rama! And you know what? I can't even remember what happened last time so this story officially has about as much continuity as... oh I'd say Charmed!
A/N: The spelling of the word being 'pron' is intentional. Oh and if this seems weird... well... sorry.
Chapter *sigh* Fourteen: A death, a wrong, and a...nother wrong.
Paige and Phoebe scampered down the stairs like the confounded children they were. They burst into the living room in fits of giggles for some reason. Want to know what the reason was? Well screw you buddy cos I'm not telling you! Ha!
Looking up with her eyebrows raised apprehensively, Piper placed the now half empty bottle of wine on the table and indicated the three full glasses. She picked up a video. "Got a movie," she told them. "Some cheesy romance."
"Oh, just my thing," Phoebe grinned and hopped over the back of the couch, settling down and grabbing the popcorn.
With a half smile on her face, Paige plopped down beside Phoebe and moved away so Piper would have room to sit down too. She picked up the glass of wine and looked at it uncertainly. A little grunt escaped her lips.
"Oh, god, Paige, I'm sorry," Piper said quickly, remembering Paige's past alcohol problems. "We can always... not drink." She looked at Paige's glass worriedly and hoped that Paige was only concerned that she was holding a glass of alcohol and not a glass of alcohol spiked with various drugs and lethal magic and other... lethal things and whatnot. Which of course it wasn't! Or was it...?
Paige paused, looking at the red liquid in the glass. It smelled so good... what harm could one glass do? "Don't worry, Piper. I'm over all that. I'll be fine."
She raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. There. She was fine! For now anyways... okay KT enough with the ominous added lines. Jebus you'd think I hated Paige or something. Oh wait, I do! *waits for complaints from Paige lubbers*
The movie started and they settled down to watch it. After a few minutes, the girls were sitting staring at the screen in shock.
"I swear, I swear I did not know," Piper said. "I so did not know."
"You didn't know you were in the adult section?" Paige quipped. "You didn't notice you went behind that curtain thingy?"
"It wasn't there!" Piper raised her voice in defense. "I swear..."
A huge grin spread over Phoebe's face. "Piper got pron," she giggled and bopped Piper on the arm. "Sicko!" Then she settled down to watch the movie. Bopping Piper on the arm had lost her valuable seconds of pron! Pron, people! Are you even paying attention? Hello? Knock knock, who's there, why it's our old freaky buddy Pron! So when Freebie said "Oh just my thing," to Piper's movie choice she really meant it!
Anyhoos.
Paige suddenly collapsed onto the floor. Turns out Piper had accidentally poured household poison, magical poison, and several forms of poison not yet discovered by man into Paige's wine. Not forgetting the drugs, bleach, liquid metal, acid powder, abraded glass particles and also some of that washing up powder, you know, just cos it was there. And toilet cleaner too! Huh. Prue literally waltzed (alone, so it looked really funny) in and sat down where Paige had been. She kicked the lifeless bug-eyed freak. "Now you know what it feels like to be paiged," she muttered. "Killed off and replaced, man," she added, while taking a toke from her "herbal cigarette".
"Are you smoking weed Prue?" Piper asked incredulously.
Blanking, Prue looked up. "Uh... it's, um, it's not weed. Pure um... grass Piper. Yeah, 'grass'. It's uh, good for the ol' ticker." She pointed at her chest, which Phoebe got turned on by somehow. Who knew? "Gotta smoke the grass to... run that fast." She halted, satisfied with the random explanation and rhyme. Go Prue!
Piper shrugged and accepted. "Can I try?" she asked. Prue offered her the "herbal cigarette" without qualms. Piper took a deep draw and choked on it. "This smells funny."
"Just the wee- um, grass burning," Prue smiled. "And don't worry about coughing, it goes to your head faster." Her pupils were beginning to get very very small. She noticed Paige slumped on the floor and kicked the already stiffening body. "Is it dead?" she asked.
Phoebe's face lit up at the prospect. "Woohp!" she cried and leapt onto Paige, and began a display of what really I'd prefer not to disclose to you poor, innocent readers. But it was a crime. Like, really a crime, as in illegal. It's illegal for sisters to... um, forget it. Especially when one's dead right? Oh I'm coughing loudly now!
"Okay, okay I'm alive!" Paige spluttered. She'd been dead for a full fourteen minutes. And one simple lesbiumish, incestuous, necrophileish action brought her back to life! What a miracle! Or a curse... maybe AP was punishing the Charmed Hoes for being such, well, hoes!
Well, Paige was alive, Prue was stoned and Piper was halfway there, Phoebe was involved with the pron movie and they had all forgotten to feed Kit. Just your typical average day in the Charmed-O-Rama household I guess!
A/N: The spelling of the word being 'pron' is intentional. Oh and if this seems weird... well... sorry.
Chapter *sigh* Fourteen: A death, a wrong, and a...nother wrong.
Paige and Phoebe scampered down the stairs like the confounded children they were. They burst into the living room in fits of giggles for some reason. Want to know what the reason was? Well screw you buddy cos I'm not telling you! Ha!
Looking up with her eyebrows raised apprehensively, Piper placed the now half empty bottle of wine on the table and indicated the three full glasses. She picked up a video. "Got a movie," she told them. "Some cheesy romance."
"Oh, just my thing," Phoebe grinned and hopped over the back of the couch, settling down and grabbing the popcorn.
With a half smile on her face, Paige plopped down beside Phoebe and moved away so Piper would have room to sit down too. She picked up the glass of wine and looked at it uncertainly. A little grunt escaped her lips.
"Oh, god, Paige, I'm sorry," Piper said quickly, remembering Paige's past alcohol problems. "We can always... not drink." She looked at Paige's glass worriedly and hoped that Paige was only concerned that she was holding a glass of alcohol and not a glass of alcohol spiked with various drugs and lethal magic and other... lethal things and whatnot. Which of course it wasn't! Or was it...?
Paige paused, looking at the red liquid in the glass. It smelled so good... what harm could one glass do? "Don't worry, Piper. I'm over all that. I'll be fine."
She raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. There. She was fine! For now anyways... okay KT enough with the ominous added lines. Jebus you'd think I hated Paige or something. Oh wait, I do! *waits for complaints from Paige lubbers*
The movie started and they settled down to watch it. After a few minutes, the girls were sitting staring at the screen in shock.
"I swear, I swear I did not know," Piper said. "I so did not know."
"You didn't know you were in the adult section?" Paige quipped. "You didn't notice you went behind that curtain thingy?"
"It wasn't there!" Piper raised her voice in defense. "I swear..."
A huge grin spread over Phoebe's face. "Piper got pron," she giggled and bopped Piper on the arm. "Sicko!" Then she settled down to watch the movie. Bopping Piper on the arm had lost her valuable seconds of pron! Pron, people! Are you even paying attention? Hello? Knock knock, who's there, why it's our old freaky buddy Pron! So when Freebie said "Oh just my thing," to Piper's movie choice she really meant it!
Anyhoos.
Paige suddenly collapsed onto the floor. Turns out Piper had accidentally poured household poison, magical poison, and several forms of poison not yet discovered by man into Paige's wine. Not forgetting the drugs, bleach, liquid metal, acid powder, abraded glass particles and also some of that washing up powder, you know, just cos it was there. And toilet cleaner too! Huh. Prue literally waltzed (alone, so it looked really funny) in and sat down where Paige had been. She kicked the lifeless bug-eyed freak. "Now you know what it feels like to be paiged," she muttered. "Killed off and replaced, man," she added, while taking a toke from her "herbal cigarette".
"Are you smoking weed Prue?" Piper asked incredulously.
Blanking, Prue looked up. "Uh... it's, um, it's not weed. Pure um... grass Piper. Yeah, 'grass'. It's uh, good for the ol' ticker." She pointed at her chest, which Phoebe got turned on by somehow. Who knew? "Gotta smoke the grass to... run that fast." She halted, satisfied with the random explanation and rhyme. Go Prue!
Piper shrugged and accepted. "Can I try?" she asked. Prue offered her the "herbal cigarette" without qualms. Piper took a deep draw and choked on it. "This smells funny."
"Just the wee- um, grass burning," Prue smiled. "And don't worry about coughing, it goes to your head faster." Her pupils were beginning to get very very small. She noticed Paige slumped on the floor and kicked the already stiffening body. "Is it dead?" she asked.
Phoebe's face lit up at the prospect. "Woohp!" she cried and leapt onto Paige, and began a display of what really I'd prefer not to disclose to you poor, innocent readers. But it was a crime. Like, really a crime, as in illegal. It's illegal for sisters to... um, forget it. Especially when one's dead right? Oh I'm coughing loudly now!
"Okay, okay I'm alive!" Paige spluttered. She'd been dead for a full fourteen minutes. And one simple lesbiumish, incestuous, necrophileish action brought her back to life! What a miracle! Or a curse... maybe AP was punishing the Charmed Hoes for being such, well, hoes!
Well, Paige was alive, Prue was stoned and Piper was halfway there, Phoebe was involved with the pron movie and they had all forgotten to feed Kit. Just your typical average day in the Charmed-O-Rama household I guess!