A complete morning person.

The ever enthusiastic Holly asks me about my night by insisting I tell her the truth, “promise me you didn’t fuck those teenagers!” Her chipperness as she greets me at her door reminds me of the many mornings my walk of shames would start from her door.

Holly is practically bouncing in circles around me half dressed in a red cupped bra with black lace and a pair of black yoga pants as she guides me into her living room. Her teasing me about my state last night only increases when she finds out I spent the night with Piya. She is thrilled, confiding that that is who she was rooting for, saying, “I can’t wait to tell Jessica I was right! Only, let's try to be quiet, she is not a morning person. Especially after the night out we had! God, we were so drunk by the time we got to the roof. I think everyone was.”

I agree to keep it down, because it would be rude to wake Jessica and because I am always so entertained by the bright bubbly nature of Holly. She is such a whirlwind of blonde enthusiasm in the mornings that she makes me feel sluggish in comparison. Holly does quieten down but still continues with some made up cheers about being on 'Team Piya'. It takes me a little while to truly get going from the night I just had but I am still able to appreciate Holly for what she is, a beautiful and earnest friend.

I start focusing on that rather than the wish I had gotten a few hours more sleep and just relax into the cozy little space that Holly and Jessica have made for themselves. They only just moved in together a couple weeks ago and aren’t completely unpacked yet. Stacks of cardboard boxes pushed into the corner of the living room are where Holly finds a shirt to wear, pulling it down and over her firm breasts. The shirt she is wearing is white and I can see the red of her bra through its ribbed cotton material. When I point it out to her she teases me about looking but she doesn’t seem too concerned about ias she collapses down next to me on the couch.

Patting my knee she asks if I bought 'the goods' and for good measure looking dramatically around her own apartment as if she was involved in some sort of illicit **** deal.

I honestly don’t know the legality of Piya’s 'Woman’s Secret Friend' but Holly is enjoying the fantasy so I play along, looking in the other direction as I slip a bag of the powder into her palm.

Before I can even begin to give her the same information Piya gave me, Holly is fiddling with the baggy, opening it and barely paying attention to me at all. The moment I am cautioning her to take it easy to start with, she already has dipped her finger into the bag and is sucking the powder off it and rubbing her finger into her gums.

Pausing with her lips puckered around her finger Holly’s eyes widen as she realizes she may have gotten a bit ahead of herself, “how long does this last? How soon does it kick in?”

“These are all great questions, Holly. Probably better to ask before diving nose first into the bag.” I then confess I do not know the exact answers to any of these questions but I do know it comes on pretty quick.

“How quick is quick?” Holly asks as I watch her roll her palms up and down her thighs, pressing into the stretchy fabric of her yoga pants, “text your girl. I wish Jessica were up.”

“I’m up baby,” Jessica yawns as she comes staggering into the living room to join us. Wearing only a charcoal grey tank top and a pair of aquamarine bikini cut panties. Jessica is pulling her dyed purple hair up into a ponytail as she walks in, exposing both the buzzed sides of her head and the aquamarine panties before she sits down with us on the couch. “What’s going on? You didn’t fuck those teenage girls last night did you?”

“No, seriously! What kind of reputation do I have at work that you all think that about me?” I ask as I fire off a text to Piya about the libido enhancing mysterious **** I just gave my ex-girlfriend and her girlfriend as an anniversary present.