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Re: Yamanaka Ino {Part IV}
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'Owfuck. No, dear Ino, being a porn star does NOT mean that you are exempt from massive hangovers. Wait... shit, hangover. Where was I last night, even? And dear God, tell me that there's not an ugly man in my bed.' I spazzed out momentarily, snapping my head around so fast I swear I got whiplash. 'Nope, no guys in my bed. Well, that's a little bit of a letdown. You don't get smashed and then just go home alone. Especially not when you're in every other porno movie across the US of A. Really, what's the point of being this hot if you can't even get new guys every so often?'

Sighing, I rolled out of my bed and stomped downstairs. Whoever had the apartment downstairs was just gonna have to suck it up; I didn't care if I was waking them up. It took me a few minutes before I found some of my coffee, but it didn't take me half a moment to get it ready. Like I cared about instant coffee tasting like crap. I just wanted to feel semi-human today. Opening my cabinet, I stared into it a moment before locating the Asprin. Did I ever mention how much I love Asprin? It's like an angel. Or not, but whatever.

Asprin down, followed by another cup of coffee, and I was feeling ready to take on the shower. I probably needed it, too. I wandered into my bathroom, ignoring the mirror as I walked to the shower. No, I did NOT want to see what I looked like at that moment, thankyouVERYmuch. I fumbled with the controls for a moment, getting soaked in cold water accidentally before I managed to turn it up to a more decent degree of warmth. That done, I leaned my head against the wall of the shower, thinking.

'Okay. Hangover. Which means that pretty much I got smashed last night, but there was no guy in my bed, so all I did was drink a lot and then probably managed to call a cab. Who was I out with last night? Was I out with anyone?' I wondered vaguely as I grabbed for my conditioner. 'Oh, fuck. That little bitch at the bar. She was just begging to get in a fight with me, but instead she dared me to go against her in a drinking contest. I hope to God I won. I really do. But I can't even remember how it ended up. Dammit!'

I groaned loudly as I reached for the conditioner. As much as I always have fun drinking, I tend to get a little too crazy when it comes to drinking competitions. I stood motionless for a moment, conditioner in hand, while my memories came flooding back. 'Oh. Oh! Yeah, I totally kicked her ass. I just wish that guy wouldn't have taken her home. I mean, really, she was way too ugly from him, and hel-lo, I was standing right there. Was he blind or something? Sheesh.'

Shaking my head, I made quick work of the rest of my shower and climbed out. As I brushed through my hair and blow-dried it, I inspected my reflection. No, I wasn't as much of a mess as I had inticipated. Maybe I was a little dark under the eyes, but that wasn't anything that good cover-up couldn't hide. My hair done, I meandered, naked, across my hallway and into my bedroom. A quick glance gave me my outfit, a purple racerback tank top and a denim miniskirt, paired with a simple pair of gold ballet flats, and in a moment I was properly clothed.

I'd done my makeup the same way so many times that it took me about a half a minute. Foundation went first, then cover-up for the bad spots, eyes lined in gold, black mascara, a bit of bronzer, pink lip gloss and we're done. I smiled happily at my reflection and blew a kiss into the mirror.

'No, I don't wake up this pretty. I wake up hungover, just like everyone else.'