As you turn to walk back inside from the balcony of Valeria's penthouse, you wonder what happened during the last hour. You blacked out, you weren't fronting. Lost in thought, you almost run into her as she holds two glasses of whiskey.

You hate whiskey.

"Who's that for?" You ask, confused. She also looks confused for a moment before smiling.

"Well... not you, but I'm glad you're back. Would you like me to switch to your drink of choice?" Valeria responds, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.