#*montgomeryhouseparty

@twistedfcntcsy

She’s surprised at how many faces she doesn’t recognize. Upon moving in, Aspen had made it her personal mission to make as many connections friends as possible. Snaking through the thick crowd of people now, she realizes just how many people live in the Cove and how many she hasn’t met. Still, she’s a Montgomery, so she flits around making conversation with the locals. She’s always been good at rubbing elbows -- her parents taught her well -- but there’s so many strangers. When the names start blending together, she knows it’s time to take a break. Aspen reaches for a bottle of water from the open pantry and spots a stray hand doing the same. Curiously, she retrieves her drink and looks over to see a familiar face. “Hmm, if it isn’t my old friend.” She grins at the tall, dark-haired not-stranger, pleased to see someone she not only knows but enjoys the company of. “You don’t drink but I keep finding you in the most interesting places for a sober person.” She offers the water bottle out to Andrej, grabbing another off the shelf with her free hand for herself. “Enjoying the festivities?”

A party. She should have just told Harry no this time. After the yacht party fiasco, the last thing he should be doing is indulging in more chaos. Maybe it’s not indulging, she supposes, he just is the chaos. Normally, she might’ve enjoyed a soiree but her concern for her twin eclipses any positive emotions. She decides the best thing to do is to check on him and beelines for his room. Except Harry isn’t in there, but some rando is. “Ugh, gross. I don't know what you're doing but you can’t be in here. This room is off limits.”