Hope & Sif
Hope was never going to say no to brunch. It was just one of those things - and how could you go wrong with waffles, eggs benedict (and the only time she consumed such goodness was at brunch, before she couldn't poach an egg to save her life), and spiked orange juice? "Definitely," she agreed, opposite hand patting Sif's in excitement. "I'll help come up with some ideas. We'll plan something awesome for the rest of the ladies."
It had been a hot minute since they all got together but anytime they did, it was a lot of fun. That's because women truly knew how to party. Man caves and cigars paled in comparison.