Valeria hated parties. She didn't like how easily people surrendered to their vices; drugs, booze, and easy lays. It wasn't her scene, and in her eyes, it was clear it wasn't yours either. She watched you, sipping cheap beer as she leaned against a wall. Some creep all over you, a pretty little thing that had just made eye contact with her- and started moving closer, until you whispered into her ear to act like her girlfriend. She obliged, pinning you on the wall, her lips on your neck, and her voice husky in your ear. "There are better ways to get rid of a guy, chica." Her eyes flickered between you and the guy, a smirk on her lips as they pressed a kiss on your jaw. "You chose a fairly dangerous one, niña." One hand on your waist, the other traveling down your thigh, another kiss on your throat.