“You think you can out… ass-talk a youtuber, huh?” she joked, giving Karla a mock-skeptical look just to be annoying. Emilia wasn’t about to argue, though; if it got her free drinks without any effort on her own part, she would definitely take it. Almost no questions asked. “So what’s your big master plan then?”
“I mean I think I’d be a good challenger. Law school kinds of teaches you how to interpret things to get what you want. To a certain extent, of course.” Karla smiled, she didn’t love bragging about her occupation but in some instances, she couldn’t help but to insert a humble brag. “I was going to act as if it was my birthday. And it just so happens...” Her words trailed off as she pulled out a birthday tiara from her bag and held it up. “-That I have this.”
“Darling, who said anything about free?” Sam turned to the woman to her right, an eyebrow raised nearly to her hairline. “Those clowns on the other side of this disgusting, beer-coated, salt-sprinkled no-man’s-land called a bar get paid in the tips that accompany those drinks, and while I’m all for stealing, I guarantee you that no one else in this place is going to give them a higher tip than I am. I figured I was comping your tab, which does, perhaps, mean things are free for you, but there is a cost– admittedly, not one that matters, but whatever, just tell me what you wanted so we can start getting wobbly.”
As much as Karla loved arguing, it quite literally was her job, she didn’t have the energy to be up for it. Although she barely knew the girl, something told her arguing was something she pretty gifted at as well. So rather than put up a fight, Karla put up her hands and took her place leaning against the wall. “I am sure you know a good drink. If all else fails, a vodka cranberry works. Especially if it is light on the cranberry.”
"Look, I get it. You’re hot and all but if we’re both getting free drinks for the rest of the night, it’s gonna take a little more than that. I kind of talk out of my ass for a profession. And I just so happen to be pretty easy on the eyes. So you know that means...” @slchat
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[ KARLA MARÍA VALENZUELA. 28. FEMALE. SHE/HER(s) ] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 1 MONTH ] and are originally from [ MEXICO CITY ]. They are a [ LAWYER ] and in their downtime love [ TENNIS ] and [ EQUESTRIANISM ]. They look a lot like [ CHRISTIAN SERRATOS ] and live [ ON REDCLIFF ST ].
Karla Valenzuela was born and raised in Mexico City as the only child to Abel Valenzuela and Imelda Lopez.
At age six, her father left Karla and her mother for the US to better provide for them financially. With eventual hopes of her entire family relocating to the US, Karla began studying English from the age of seven in preparation for her move.
Growing up as a child, Karla found a sense of pride in her Mexican heritage, taking part in escaramuza, an all-female equestrian sport that features women dressed up in traditional Mexican gear performing choreographed routines on horseback. She would go on to practice the sport throughout her childhood and even currently, is on a riding team in San Diego.
Using visas, Karla and her mother immigrated to the US when Karla was the age of fourteen. Reunited with her father, Karla enrolled in a SoCal public school and quickly found herself immersed in the happiness of having her family together, something she hadn’t had in a long time.
Finishing high school as salutatorian, she would go on to pursue higher education but not without struggles as to how she would pay for it considering her undocumented status and ineligibility for federal financial aid. Through fundraisers and California’s Dream Act, she was able to finish undergrad at the University of California, Berkeley.
Inspired by her family’s struggles with immigration and citizenship, she decided to pursue immigration law, enrolling at Stanford University where she’d graduate with her Juris Doctor degree at 26.
Following her graduation, she began to work in the San Diego area at an immigration law firm. It was there that she’d meet what she considered to be her first real love, a colleague ten years her senior, Graham. Despite initial hesitance due to their age gap, she soon found their late nights at work turning into more, including clandestine meetings and longing stares that continued for a near thirteen months. It wasn’t until she suggested going public that problems began to arise. Prior, she hadn’t thought to question anything as she’d always been private about her personal life. More than anything, she'd become comfortable having someone. Piecing things together, she quickly realized the obvious, that she’d been the other woman in a fifteen-year marriage. Breaking it off immediately, she would spend the next two months at work miserable before she’d write two letters. One, a resignation letter to the law firm heads announcing her departure and the other a letter that she’d leave in Graham’s mailbox for his wife to read before he got home from work.
Still heartbroken, she packed up her things and relocated to LA, finding a new job at a tele law service. She’d move into a two-bedroom house on Redcliff Street, hoping that a new location and a new job would help her move on from her past.
