You’d need an IV. Or perhaps some kind of magical endrunkening spell. I’ll check the Book of Shadows, assuming that demon who mysteriously disappeared at the end of Act 2 isn’t waiting upstairs in the attic just like they always are.
Charmed may be the only guilty pop culture pleasure I have. Most stuff I like, I’m reasonably proud of, but Charmed is embarrassing in its formulaicness and its third-wave, empowerment-of-sexy-chicks-with-issues-wearing-almost-nothing esthetic. Oh well. I only watch it when I’m working out, if there’s nothing good on ESPN.