Mar 16, 2018
@petervendall
Annika was up on an elevated surface, as was her happy place when she was a couple beers in and feeling quite drunk. She was dancing, a beer in her hand, thoroughly celebrating the Irish holiday when she turned and saw Peter, whom she hadn’t seen in a few days considering she had been traveling for work and he had been busy and such. “Peter!” she practically screamed, immediately hopping off of her elevated surface and bouncing over to him, throwing her entire body at him as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Missed your stupid face. I can’t believe you’re here to dance with me for the rest of the day.”