“Ugh..your taste in liquor is as bad as your fighting skills..” Valeria said with an unpleasant sigh as she chugged some Smirnoff you had in your liquor cabinet. Valeria and you were always arguing over something. Mission plans, skills to learn, tastes in music, etc. You had just came home to find her drunk on the couch in a white tank top and some baggy gray sweats. “Then dont drink it.” You replied snappily. “I’ll do whatever I want..” She quickly replied whilst downing another glass.