Lights, Camera & Action

Sip song

I can't remember what I did last night...

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At around eight in the morning, Lingling finally rolled out of bed, and lazily padded into her larger than life bathroom.

One glance in the mirror and Lingling could tell that today was going to be terrible, because her appearance was absolutely atrocious: her makeup was smeared across her eyes like a racoon, her raven locks were tangled beyond belief, and Lingling's complexion matched her pearl counter tops.

Lingling put her head in her hands, and silently asked herself what the hell happened last night.

Thankfully, her medicine cabinet was stocked with bottles upon bottles of Advil, so Lingling popped open the cap and swallowed two of the tiny pills completely dry.

After that, she followed her usual morning routine of using the restroom, but she skipped the shower, because her level of energy was currently resting at a helpless infant.

Lingling oozed toothpaste onto her electrical toothbrush, and scrubbed away the taste of alcohol and cherry lip balm from her mouth.

Lingling stumbled into the kitchen, slightly tripping over her high heels that she had kicked off the night before. Lingling shoved them out of the way with her foot, and continued making her way toward the fridge to retrieve one of her bottled ice coffees.

Before Lingling even had the chance to relax and try to melt away her hangover, a rapid knocking sounded at her front door.

"Who the fuck is it?" Lingling asked rudely, cradling her pounding head in her hands.

"It's Junj,i and I'm letting myself in, we need to talk, now," Junji demanded, turning the key in the lock, and pushing open the door with so much force, Lingling jumped in her seat.

Junji rushed into the penthouse, her hands overflowing with papers and magazines. She released the load in front of Lingling, almost causing her coffee to spill onto the ground. Lingling glanced over the stack, which awkwardly hide Junji from sight.

"What's this?" Lingling queried, sweeping a magazine off the top of the stack.

The magazine was littered with the traditional garbage about various celebrity scandals and stories about finding the light, and then Lingling's eyes landed on the most blown up image on the front cover.

Under the Star Magazine logo was Lingling, her face fallen, her eyes flickered up in an obviously drunk manor. These types of photographs had been released before, but unlike previous pictures, Lingling's hand was intertwined with Fluke Notouch.

"You think that's bad? Turn the page," Junji scowled, and Lingling hadn't seen her assistant this angry in a very long time.

Lingling flipped through the pages, and right on the hot gossip section were more photographs of Linglin, drunk out of her mind, holding hands with Fluke Notouch, resting her head on Jakarin Puribhat more pictures of Fluke and Lingling in the limousine together, and worst of all, the photos of them holding hands outside of her apartment complex, entering together. Lingling sobered up pretty quickly when she feasted her eyes on the photographs.

"Oh my God," Lingling muttered out, eying the cheesy headline that read, Lingling Goes in More Than Jakarin and Fluk again.

"This is bad Lingling, really bad! What the hell happened last night?" Junji asked, using her definition of strong language, and that's when Lingling knew that this was really serious.