w / @theaspenbarris
After coming up from the basement, Holland was in perhaps one of the best moods of her fucking life. She was tipsy and happy and ready to enjoy the party, to let herself reap the chemical benefits of being in love. God bless oxytocin. When she saw Aspen there, on the dance floor, that happy just spilled out of Holland.
“Pea!” She shouted, stomping through the crowd to grab hold of her best friend. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you all night.” Holland landed both of her arms on Aspen’s shoulders, tugging her into a tipsy hug. “This wig is amazing,” she noted, lifting one hand from the hug to futz with the top of her pink hair. “You look like a fucking cloud of cotton candy.” Holland was unusually, obviously giddy.