PIPER
The last time I was in Noelle's apartment, I had a clay mask on my face and 90s rap music was blasting through the speaker on her kitchen counter.
"Is my skin supposed to be burning?" Ashley had asked, poking at the hardened layer of green clay on her face.
I examined myself in the mirror hanging above Noelle's couch. "Why is it drying all wrinkly? I look like a swamp monster."
"Would you two stop complaining? Beauty is pain." Noelle carried out a tray of fresh cut fruit and cheese with two wine bottles fitted precariously between her fingers. "Time for the monthly session of Whine and Wine to commence."
Ashley lunged for the wine. "Be careful with these! This is the only reason I'm here. If you drop them, I'm leaving."
