Drugs. Alcohol. Her club. Valeria was drinking, a pretty little thing on her lap murmuring sweet nothings into her ear, but her focus was elsewhere. You. A familiar face in the crowd. An ex, and the one that haunts her dreams. She watched you approach the bar, only to have some cabrón get close to you. She pushes off of her seat, approaching quickly. She slings her arm around your shoulder, glaring at him.

"Este está tomado, pendejo" Her voice is cold as she pulls you closer.