Written by
Andrea V. Haag and Gary Davis

copyright 2000

  Kissing Darryl, Prue gazed into his deep blue eyes. Oh how she adored him. Standing on the stoop kissing, Prue didn’t want him to go just yet. She wished at this moment that time would run in slow motion. The world at this moment was perfect and she didn’t want it to ever end. She was ecstatically happy, no worries, no fears.

 “I had such a great time Darryl. I’ve never been to a Cigar bar before.”

 “I’m glad you enjoyed it Prue. Best place in town for conversation, drinks and a good smoke. Goodnight Prue.”

 “Goodnight darling!”

 Kissing him goodbye, Prue watched him drive off before going inside. Entering the living room she placed the cigars and brandy on the coffee table, turned on some soft music on the stereo and eased into the large chair nearby. Closing her eyes she lovingly remembered their date lost into a world of her own. She almost didn’t hear her baby sister enter the room wearing her PJ’s.

 “Hi Prue. How was the date?” Phoebe asked joining her big sister in the chair.

 Hugging Pheebs Prue replied.

 “Sis it was so wonderful. Darryl is such a great guy. We went dancing, had an amazing dinner, people watched in a sidewalk café and then finished the night at a cigar lounge.”

 “Sounds great Prue. Hey, you brought goodies home.”

 “You bet. Care to have a sniff of brandy and a cigar with your older sister?”

 “Sure!”

 Phoebe went into the kitchen to gather some snifters and then hurried back into the living room. Prue opened the box of cigars, while Pheebs poured the brandy into the two glasses.

 “Cigar Pheebs?”

 “Thanks Prue.”

 Deftly Prue snipped the end of her cigar and handed the cutter to Phoebe copying what her older sister had done. Picking up a wooden match Prue struck the match to life and lit her cigar. Handing the matches to Pheebs she fired up too.  Soon both were puffing away contentedly relaxing and lying back enjoying the quiet moment together.

 “Prue these are great. Where did you say they were from?”

 “Pure Cubans Pheebs…. pure Cubans. Nothing like them in the world!” 

 Taking a sip of the brandy Phoebe loved the warm feeling as it traveled down to her stomach. She was so happy sharing this with Prue. Laying back Phoebe took another puff from her cigar and looked over at Prue.

 “Prue, you and Darryl seem to be getting serious.”

 “It seems that way Pheebs. I like him a lot. I think I’m falling in love, but I’m scared!”

 “Scared? Why Prue?”

 “I guess I’m afraid to let myself love again. I don’t want to be hurt! Sounds strange I guess.”

 “Prue that doesn’t sound strange. It’s always scary starting a new relationship. Let your self-go enjoy the ride. You love him don’t you?”

 Refilling their snifters Prue replied.

 “Yes Pheebs I really do!”

 “Then that’s all you need Prue.”

 Hugging Phoebe again Prue felt very at ease. Settling back She puffed her cigar again.

 “How’d you get so smart Little sister?”

 “Hanging with you Big sister.” She replied back with a grin.

 Raising their glasses they toasted to love, and clicked their snifters together. Prue made a mental note to buy this brandy again. Great stuff.

             Walking up to the manor a few hours later, Piper trudged up the manor stairs dead tired. 12 hours at P3, her feet were killing her. Smiling she thought loving thoughts of her bed as she put the key in the lock. As soon as she opened the door she knew something was up. The air smelled like a musty dank pool hall. Waving her hand in front of her, she took a step in and stopped as something gooey oozed between her toes. Piper looked down and found she was standing in a big puddle of whipped cream.

 “What the hell is going on?” She asked no one in particular.

 Slowly she followed the whipped cream trail into the living room. The sight before her was almost too much. Phoebe was laying on her back, across the coffee table her hands covered with whipped cream. Two slices of cheese covering her eyes and an olive on her forehead. On the couch nearby Prue was out like a light. For some reason she was wearing her underwear outside of her dress and a paper umbrella, typically found in a tropical drink, sticking up in her hair.

 “Well at least they had fun! Look at this Little sister with whipped cream and cheese.”

 Shaking Phoebe, Piper managed to wake her.

 “Huh? Wah? What's goin on?” She said trying to open her eyes and finding it still dark.

 “Pheebs take that cheese off your eyes, and common its time for bed.”

 “Oh hi biper.” She said as she lifted the cheese slices off her eyes.  “How **HIC** are you tonight?”

 “Just fine Phoebe. Common lets put you to bed.”

 “**HIC** Oh…Oh kay, but go shlowly the floor is moving!”

 Somehow Piper got her upstairs, cleaned up and into her bed. Getting back downstairs she roused Prue from her spot on the couch.

 “Hi Pippy bout time you **HIC** got home.”

 “Prue, you and Phoebe are both drunk!”

 “Of **HIC** course we are Pippy **HIC** we were the ones drinking!”

 Guiding Prue upstairs Piper put her to bed. She decided to clean up the mess in the morning and went to bed herself.

                        The bright morning sun found its way into Prue’s bedroom stretching its rays onto her face. Lifting her head she winced and gave a small groan as the light hit her eyes. Using her power she shut the curtains. Groaning again, Prue got up. Testing her feet on the floor making sure she had to strength to rise, she got up, donned her robe and headed off for the kitchen.

 “Good morning Prue!” Piper said in a loud cheerful voice.

 “Ahhh… too loud…Shhhh Piper don’t yell.”

 “Sorry little miss hangover.”  Piper couldn’t help but giggle.

 Prue poured some coffee into a mug and started searching for the ICE PAC. Smiling, Piper handed it to her already filled with ice. Prue kissed Piper on the cheek thanking her and sat down, putting the Pac on her forehead.

 “ooo cool.”

 A little while later Phoebe stumbled into the kitchen herself. She trudged up to the counter as Piper smirked and handed her the other ice pac.

 “Thanks sis.” Pheebs said in a quiet raspy voice.

 Sitting next to Prue she placed the pac on top of her aching head. Looking at Prue and Phoebe, Piper couldn’t help but laugh. Her sisters looked like they’ve been to hell and back, and then some. Prue looked at  her little sis and began to giggle herself. It must have been contagious, since Phoebe also started to giggle herself, remembering parts of last night. Both stopped quickly however. It hurt too much to laugh.

 “Prue do you remember anything after the 1^st toast?” Pheebs asked.

 “Uh something about you trying to make a whipped cream bra. It's kinda hazy though.” 

 “Well my two wild sisters next time you guys decide to live it up you might want to read the label on the bottle!” Piper said as she held the empty bottle of brandy in her hand.

 Setting the bottle down on the table Piper went to get the Newspaper. Curious, Phoebe picked it up. Turning it over she read the label.

 “Oooo…one hundred eighty proof. Oh god Prue kill me now.” She groaned.

 Laying her head down on the kitchen table Phoebe felt worse. Smiling Prue got up slowly and hugged her little sister.

 “Trust me sweetie you’ll feel better.”

 Prue walked into the living room and picked up the remaining cigars, placing them in the oak humidor she had brought home with her. Piper walked up behind her.

 “Here sis I thought you might like some aspirin. Careful though, I had to stop Phoebe from taking the whole bottle.”

 “Thanks. You’re a life saver.”

 Handing the water glass back to Piper, Prue couldn’t help but notice the smug little smirk on the middle sister’s face. Putting her hand to her head she knew what was coming.

 “Ok Piper spill it. Tell me what you’re dieing to say.”

 “Well Prue, I found your digital camera in the living room. You should see some of the pictures from last night!”

 “Uh…oh! Uh, Piper remember I’m your big sister. You love me! I love you!”

 Moving out of Prue’s reach Piper gazed into the view screen.

 “Oh look, here’s one of Prue dancing on the table with her bra on her head. Hey, followed by one of Prue filling my favorite pumps with cheese wiz. Oh, and here’s one with Phoebe dancing the Ballet with whipped cream all over her.”

 Evading Prue’s grasp Piper continues. “Uh, ahh no using your power either!”

 “Now here’s a good one!  Phoebe twirling around and knocking my favorite vase off the TV. Followed by her pointing at the fragments laughing like crazy. Look here, a picture of Prue throwing the pieces away before I got home. Also laughing like crazy. Oh, you guys owe me BIG time!”

 Taking the disk out of the camera, Piper slipped it into her pocket and headed upstairs to her room, leaving Prue holding the empty digital camera staring at her sister, with open mouth, as she walks up the stairs. Just at that moment Phoebe walks in from the kitchen, still with the ICE Pac on her head. Using her little girl voice she asked.

 “Uh Prue…why do I have whipped cream in my pockets?”

 “Maybe you should ask Piper for a copy of the photos.” Prue said.

 Oh, NOOOO!….she doesn’t have pictures of last night, does she?! We’ll never hear the end of this or her blackmailing us into favors!”

 “Another typical day in the surprising life of the Halliwells!” is all Prue said.