Shit Happens [Valerie]

[Izanagi Yamato]

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[VALERIE DE CELIS]

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Valerie's stress levels couldn't be any higher these days, with her job as a teacher and her father coming home from his life as a mafioso. She would've loved to come home to relax in her own abode with her own alcohol, but since her father's arrival, things haven't been all that relaxing. If she were late just by a couple minutes, he'd badger her constantly of her whereabouts, and especially because she'd find a way to get home without her bodyguards. And it wouldn't stop after scolding her for being late, he'd remember that she was old enough to know what she's doing, and would go into his apologetic mode. That meant knocking on her door every so often, despite the Do Not Disturb sign she bought just for the situation.

The blonde woman knew she had to endure this for her beloved mother, however. Ever since her old man returned, her mother seemed more cheerful and energetic, even cleaning the house for his grand homecoming. A loud thunk! eventually cleared Valerie from her thoughts, an unopened bottle of wine sitting in front of her along with a clean wine glass. Her gaze lifted to the barmaid, who gave her a quick smirk before tending to her other customers. The female behind the counter knew her story; therefore, knew why Valerie was here. She eventually learned her "usual," a bottle of wine -- of any type, since she wasn't all that picky -- all to herself and an accompanying glass.

Ripping the decorative paper wrapped neatly at the mouth of the bottle with no regard to its beauty, a corkscrew slid down the counter and clinked against the wine bottle. The blonde woman smiled at its coincidental appearance, instantly taking it to pop open her choice of poison. Valerie propped up an arm to rest her head and poured herself a gracious amount of liquid into the glass, paying little attention to the arrival of a new customer who sat next to her. The cash he set on the counter, however, sparked her irritation. Allowing the bottle to land with another loud thunk!, she turned to the familiar barmaid as she passed as she lifted her wine glass.

"Hmph, men. They think they can get all the women they want just by flaunting their money."

The woman behind the counter shrugged and gave her the expression that said "What can you do?" before nodding to signal she was going to leave to serve other customers again.

Valerie smiled and raised her glass to acknowledge the gesture, taking a sip to test the wine. It tasted sweet and a little bitter, but somehow just right.

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[Izanagi Yamato]

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