The music was playing loudly in the bar as usual, the dim light played with highlights on the glasses.

Some of the visitors were lying drunk in the corner, and someone was dabbling in powders in the toilet. The place was not the best in the area, but the most dangerous by far.

Valeria was sitting at the bar, sipping tequila from a shot glass. She looked bored and her legs were crossed. The woman lazily glanced around and sighed irritably, growled to the bartender

—Give me some more, Chico.