That evening,
Piper stood in front of her bed, every piece of clothing she had ever owned was lying in front of her. "Great…. Just bloody great!" she had been though it all and still she had nothing to wear.
She didn't want to look: plain, enthusiastic, willing to please, too casual, too formal, to easy, like she was playing hard to get, or like she wasn't herself. Well she just wanted to look like…. well her. "Is that two much to ask for?" she mumbled to herself, this was useless. She needed professionals; so she climbed the steps to the kitchen, and walked out into the hall. There they where, all three of them, 'the professionals.'
"Eh, em." She coughed, as each of the pristine girls turned to face her. They each looked amazing, Prue was wherein her famous 'little black dress,' she had asked Roger to come over. As after the other night, and their 'little chat,' she felt she was ready to give it another go. And now she knew Phoebe liked Cole, well she thought it was safe, for them to be left alone.
Then there as Phoebe herself, as short black skirt although it was long in comparison to the usual size that Pheebs was known for wearing and a lilac shirt. Her hair was up and it seemed to make her older, which Piper straight away knew was probably to impress Cole.
Last of all there was Paige, she hadn't really bothered herself, especially a she had only invite Glen, and that was only because she had felt left out not having a date. Although Piper kept insisting Leo wasn't her date, but they would just roll their eyes in dismissal.
So she had just chosen to wear her normal clothes, a green hoddie and a pair of simple baggy jeans, her hair was in a ponytail, and her make up simple, it was for Paige like any normal meal.
Phoebe and Prue looked at Piper, each plotting what they where going to do with her, their eyes, bulging with enthusiasm. If clothes were meat, these three where definitely starved carnivals.