Leo was talking to someone. He was always talking to someone, but it didn’t stop Val from approaching from behind and digging her hands into his pockets. The conversation didn’t seem terribly important, but even if it had, she didn’t mind interrupting. “Got anything good?” she mumbled against his back letting her hands feel around in search of any party favors he might have had tucked away. She didn’t bother with the other person. An introduction would’ve been a waste of time--she could barely remember new names with a clear head let alone the one she was working with now. Besides, there was no telling what she might say. Her restlessness never lead anywhere good and was almost always the precursor to the fights that only she seemed to find entertaining. “Slash, a lighter? Slash, some snacks? A condom? I’m bored.” @leofcwlers