The Last Punch

“And I think we- are done.” Toby said as he spun me around and showed me my final makeup.
“Love it!” I said as I got up and went to kiss him on the cheek. He turned away quick and pointed to his lips.
“Honey your lips are on point, don’t fuck it up.” He slightly laughed and I nodded. “Feel weird not having Adrien here?” He asked as he started to put his stuff away.
“Not really, I’ve had plenty of shoots without him. Especially when it’s not in the states.” I explained. He nodded and went back to cleaning up. I walked over to Mel and the shoot officially began, starting with some French alt. models.
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In 5 hours of shooting, breaks, and French models bashing me, we were done. We got to keep a lot of stuff, as usual. One model in specific was overly rude, she thought she was better than everyone there. She refused to use any makeup artist other than her usual one. She made us wait and hour just so her artist could finish another shoot and come to ours. In the end she was embarrassed by me sticking up for myself. I think I won at this argument.
“Ladies!! Drinks on me tonight..” Toby said putting his arms over Mel and I. He walked us to the exit. Mel was digging through her bag she had brought to the shoot for her cigarettes.
“Alex where did you put them?” Mel asked as she continued to rummage through her bag.
“Mine are in my bag.. Haven’t touched yours.” I said shrugging. I got my pack and tossed it at her. We continued to the hotel to put our bags there and to get ready for a wicked night in Paris.
“Bonjour!!” The man in the lobby said, welcoming us to the hotel once again. We all just awkwardly smiled and got to the elevator. Fancy elevator music played, I was swaying to the music as the elevator climbed 3 flights to our floor.
“Okay, I’ll be in my room with Lukas. Call me when you ladies are ready.” He smiled and walked out of the room. Mel flopped on her bed again and moaned.
“You okay there Melody?” I said going into the bathroom and looking into the mirror. “Toby is kick ass… So happy I got him into the industry. I think I’ll keep my makeup like this for tonight.” I could heard Mel fake snoring in the other room. I walked out and flopped on top of her.
“You’re weird!” Mel said tickling my side, in an effort to get me off of her. I fell on the floor and began to laugh. Mel laughed too, then snorted… This is when I, Alexandria Cavella lost my shit. I began to laugh harder and I soon, ran short of breath. I couldn’t stop laughing but I had to catch my breath. You know that stage of laughing where it is just utter gasping for breath? That is where I was now.
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Random French guy… Random French guy… Random French guy… I didn’t want a random French guy.. I wanted Tony. I began to get lost as the loud music of the club seemed to get toned out. Mel came over to me and wrapped her arms around me.
“Get over him Al!!! Come on!!! Let’s go find you some hot guy…” She said taking my hand and pulling me closer to the commotion of dancing people. Shit.

Notes

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