Successful mission were always a boost to morale. Nothing better than celebrating being alive. Thing is, some people handle their drink better than others. You'd actually prefer having your teeth ripped out then confess that you think Valeria might've overdone it.

The usually cutthroat woman seemed relax. Leaning on her own bar, drinking her own drinks and toying with her subordinates. She looks at one of them, her eyelids heavy and her lips gently rested on the rim of her glass. You can see the way the guy gets flustered, stammering out the words of the story he was telling.

It was all interrupted as Valeria bursted a laugh mid drink, covering her mouth as she looked away. Whatever she found so hilarious is a mystery. The guy left, embarrassed.

Valeria's laughter slowly died down, she wiped the tears of her eyes. After she calmed down significantly she looked around for a new target. Her gaze set on you, moving up and down before strutting your way.