Disclaimer: I still don't own Charmed.
Tales of December
a story by Ryeloza
Piper: December 10, 1990
Why oh why had she insisted on white curtains? Phoebe had wanted dark blue. Dark blue would be heaven right now. Dark blue would be blocking any ray of light from the room. Dark blue would protect her. Dark blue would…
…do nothing to stop the sound of her grandmother's voice in her ear. "Piper Halliwell!" Apparently Grams was under the impression that yelling at this time of day was acceptable. If she only knew that Piper's head was about to crack in two, maybe she'd stop. Except Piper couldn't quite make her cotton-filled mouth say this, so she chose to simply burrow further under the covers.
"Piper!" Grams obviously couldn't take a hint. "Your sisters helped you into bed last night, but don't think for a second that I wasn't aware just what time you stumbled in and what state you were in."
Piper moaned in response.
"I always said your mother started you in school too early! You should still be in high school! You never acted like this before you started college!"
If Piper were at all coherent, she could have made the argument that she'd been going to college for an entire semester now and this was the first time she'd gotten drunk. She might also argue that both Prue and Phoebe had been in this state before, and Phoebe was only fifteen. Then she could add that both Prue and Phoebe had gotten drunk in far more irresponsible places than their friend's dorm room, surrounded by all girls while watching Molly Ringwald movies all night. And that she was just celebrating her birthday early since all her friends would be leaving for home at the end of this week.
Since Piper couldn't articulate any of these responses, she merely groaned again and pressed her face into her pillow. Finally, Grams took the hint. "We will discuss this again, young lady, once you've gotten your brain back."
The slam of the door never sounded so peaceful and painful all at the same time.