Erica yawned. She had a shoot today, she wish she had remembered that before she got hammered last night. A girl laid beside her, still asleep.
"Wake up, I've got to get ready." Erica called, slipping out of bed and walking over to her mirror. Her eye makeup from the previous night was smudged around her eyes - or rather, the remainders of it were. "Ugh."
The other girl slowly sat up. She yawned and got out of bed too. She was only wearing underwear and a shirt. She was another model - Jemma Harris. She had a kind of unconventional beauty Erica loved, and she was unbelievably intelligent. She was a close friend and occasional sleeping partner of Erica's.
"I have an interview later anyway, Simon will want to prep me all day." Jemma smiled, wrapping her arms around Erica's waist from behind. Simon was Jemma's stylist and general reference to any beauty, hair or fashion problems Jemma had - and he was very good. When Erica looked again, Jemma had put on her jeans and shoes and was ready to go with her bag and sunglasses equipped. "I'll see you later, okay? Call me." With that, she left, and Erica dressed herself.