Thud!
Lola slammed the can of beer onto the table and groaned dramatically.
"Those little brats," she muttered through gritted teeth. "How dare they ruin my hair like that?"
Even after washing it multiple times, she swore she could still smell egg yolk.
The memory alone made her want to hunt those girls down personally.
Across from her, Ivy took a calm sip from her drink.
"They learned their lesson," she said. "I doubt they'll be cornering anyone again anytime soon."
"I agree with Ivy," Sal added while leaning back in his chair.
The three of them had ended up at a bar after the photoshoot.
Originally, everyone planned to head home after work.
But after dealing with Kevin's fans, public humiliation, flying eggs, and an unexpected confrontation, all three desperately needed a drink.
"Well," Lola sighed dramatically, "at least they cleaned up the mess."
Sal chuckled.
"Only because they thought Ivy was about to call their school."
