[ — evaporates ; disappears ]

YOU Won't find love in a hole: It takes more than fucking someone To keep yourself warm . I'm drunk — I'm drunk. And you're probably on pills. If we've both got the same diseases, It's irrelevant, girl . And the room fills with steam; Oh, evaporates, disappears. My point of entry is the same way That I leave ! Can you see in the dark ? Can you see the look on your face ? The flashing white light's been turned off — You don't know who's in your bed . It takes more than fucking someone You don't know to keep warm !

[valentinevcga]

     Letting out a soft groan, Rebekah placed her head in her hand, elbow resting against the stained bar counter. “Same,” she dotted, a part of her breaking from the fact. “I don’t know, this new world with Tinder and swiping right and all that kind of takes away from the mystery of meeting someone at the bar. And then, when you do meet someone at the bar, they are completely obnoxious anyway and act like entitled assholes who are god’s gift to the world.”

“C’mon,” Valentine spoke up in a doubtful tone. It seemed near impossible that someone as good looking and well, as smart as Rebekah would have any trouble finding someone. At least to fuck around with. “Well, maybe if you take those entitled assholes and keep them for just one night, it wouldn’t be as bad,” Val suggested. It was what she did - fuck with anyone that she deemed hot enough, leave while still dark and go home to her husband, period. It worked for her. “I’ll help you find someone hot. What’s your type?” She’d never thought about talking about that with her partner, but the conversation topic didn’t seem annoying at the moment.

[valentinevcga]

Yikes. Talk about a Freudian slip. Though it was hardly Nicky’s place to inquire what the woman had originally meant, instead opting to allow the bills to fall without interruption. After all, cops weren’t any of his business and ones who embedded themselves in the MC culture tonight couldn’t be trusted come daylight. “May the best woman win,” he spoke from behind the rim of a long neck beer. “For my sake.”

Valentine was used to thinking things through four times before speaking, but not even the most paranoid of people could control their thoughts every single time. It’s not as if she went around completely bashing people or opening herself up to everyone, at least she had that under control. With a slight raise of her glass in a toast like manner, Valentine tilted her head. “May the best woman win,” she spoke quietly, paying attention to the fight about the start in the pit.

[valentinevcga]

“Technology – like there’s hand knobs and stuff so they aren’t completely useless. Bathrooms are gender neutral, pretty sure if that’s buzzing then nobody’s a real lost cause in this day and age.” Rodrigo shrugged. The mood changed at least for the man. It was conveyed by his brows furrowing in mild curiosity. “Going against the norm I see. I can’t say no to a free drink, but if you’re expecting a catch I’ll have to pass. I don’t do the whole favor thing.” His manners clearly had been lost for quite some time. So, that came with a simple nod of his head at the possible offer.

Valentine took a second before responding. “Right, right,” she paused. “That shit must be really expensive, though. And doesn’t seem like that fella is very loaded.” She didn’t actually care about the man in question. Of course, if she did see this dude breaking the guy’s legs she’d have to pour down three shots before contemplating whether or not to pull out the badge. Running the scenario in her mind, she came to the conclusion that she probably would leave the bar, pretending she never saw anything. She’s not on her shift. “Jesus fuck, it’s all about favors with you people. Can’t I want to have, let’s say, a drink with the enemy?” Val smirks. The effect having kicked in, she’s began feeling more social, even with this particular man.

[valentinevcga]

“Wow, you’re really playing for keeps, huh? —A whole fifty.” Here was the thing about existing within Nicky’s line of work, he’d grown far too clever and observant of his surroundings. Always careful to remain a singular step ahead of the curve, and the lady in question practically reeked of LVPD. Not that it frightened him in the least, considering she had also chosen to witness the underground fights without a badge flashed, but it kept the man guarded. “The big one doesn’t know how to use her height. Good luck, though.”

Intoxicated and without much thought, Valentine seemed to decide that fifty bucks was a decent amount of money to bet on a woman she’d never seen in her life fighting another woman she’s never met. “I’ve got nothing to lose.” She said to the man without turning to look at him. “I mean, besides the fifty dollars.” Val nudged her head back as to gesture the bill she’d placed on the table. “We’ll see how that goes.”

[roseportmo-blog]

AT LAS VEGAS STRIP.                                 — FEATURING @valentinevcga

“Good morning, Officer.”

A smirk grazes against plumped petals, tilting his head in the direction of the woman. He always found it amusing how it was so hard for those in the force to be unable to see corruption, whereas those whom had been birthed in sin can smell in on people. Those whom are unwashed; bathe in wickedness, unrepentant.

[valentinevcga]

Clearly not on her shift, a very casual Valentine lurks down the Las Vegas Strip, not particularly looking for anything to do but drink her beer and find a calmer place to smoke. She’s unpleasantly surprised by someone greeting her, and when she turns to find that it is a Sinner, she tries her best to hold back any signs of how annoyed she is. “Morning, hm..,” she stops in her tracks, both physically and verbally. She’s pretty sure she knows this man’s name. “Garcia, is it?”

[valentinevcga]

__ “I am so not cleaning up the blood on the floor if he did get to beat the shit out of him,” Rebekah mumbled with a shake of her head. As the bartender placed the ordered drink on the counter, Rebekah shot them a wink, waving them off. “But let’s leave work out of our night and roll with the punches. How’s your roster looking?” she asked with a crook of her brow.

“Neither am I, definitely.” Valentine made note, reaching for the drink as soon as it was placed on the counter and taking it to her lips for a much needed sip. “My roster? No such thing. Yours?” She asked, mainly to be polite, but she didn’t mind talking about whatever with Rebekah. She was a friendly woman, and someone who saw Valentine almost every single day. Val was, however, clearly more friendly to her when she was intoxicated. something the woman might’ve picked up on. Or perhaps not. 

[valentinevcga]

She nodded, a smirk appearing as the other woman mentioned it wasn’t a cute story. Of course it wouldn’t be that– any kind of tale that involves going to the bathroom in anything but a toliet wasn’t going to be cute. All the same, she got it– sometimes you had to do what you had to do. The people in Vegas continued to surprise and oh, how Morrigan loved this population. “It had to take some creativity, although I shudder for whoever had to clean that up in the morning. Hope you didn’t have the balls to keep that and serve punch in it again either.” Punch with a little twang… Morrigan had to stop her own thoughts somehow. Often, she did not like her own brain. “I can’t believe you were judging me for a sink. And only considering it at that.”

Valentine shrugged. It was quite a disgusting situation she’d managed to put herself in a couple years back, and although she can’t for the life of her remember actually doing that, she can’t say she doubts her capability. “The best part about it is that I didn’t take the bowl and put it down on the floor. Apparently, I climbed onto the kitchen counter and crouched to take a piss in it,” Val added, for flavor of the story. It was true, though, “-- and we kept it. It’s my mother-in-law’s. Beautiful porcelain fruit bowl.” The whole situation was one that the police detective would never quite forget the aftermath of. What a mess. “Oh, I wasn’t really judging. My comment was meant to have the opposite effect - I kinda want to see you piss in the sink.”

[valentinevcga]

         With a rough chuckle and a shake of his head, Val watched the other take the offered cup before he brought his own to his lips and drank deeply. “Beats me, you’d have to ask the poor sap that actually ordered ‘em to know how long they’ve been floatin’ around here.” He grinned over the brim with a raise of his brows before he finished off his own cup, the liquid burning the back of his throat slightly before he set it back down to the other side of him. “But how long since I got a hold of ‘em? Moments. Only the best for you.”

“How generous,” she responded in a clearly sarcastic manner. Let’s be clear on one thing - she didn’t hate the man. She barely even knew him well enough to be able to hate him. That being said, it wasn’t enough to like him, either. Of course she was supposed to hate him, though, it came with the job. That is, the full-time job. Not the illegal one. “I see very fitting that the best for me is a stolen drink in a fight club. Really puts me in my place.” Valentine manages to chuckle at her self-depreciative comment. 

[valentinevcga]

__ Flagging down the bartender, Rebekah ordered her partner’s drink. “How was the rest of the night at the precinct? Did that guy ever calm down from wanting to beat the shit out of the other one in the cell?” Taking a sip from her beer, Rebekah couldn’t help but chuckle at the event which had transpire at work.

“Hell, would I know? I left the room right after you did. But my bet is that they went at it with each other.” Valentine told Rebekah. Standing in front of a cell babysitting two grown man was far from being her job, so the detective had no issue leaving the situation in the hands of a lower ranked officer. “Guess we’ll find out in the morning.”

[valentinevcga]

“Surprised? No. Disappointed in their parents? Probably.” In a previous life perhaps she might not have thought much of underage patrons posing as far older than they truly were, but life helping to raise Connie had altered her perspective somewhat. “I think everybody needs to let off a little steam these days.” Without elaboration, she allowed the subject to die before pointing absently to the other woman’s glass. “What are you drinking?”

Val scoffed under her breath, shaking her head as she looked down on the counter. “Jesus fuck,” she started, “like that’s enough reason to be disappointed with a kid’s parents. I bet most of the parents don’t even know their kids are here, anyway.” She shrugged. The other woman’s concept of parenting wasn’t really something she was interested in getting into, at least not in the middle of fight night. “Fair enough. And oh,” Valentine looked down at her empty glass once again, then rose it as she whistled at the bartender. “Whiskey.”

[bloodyvalens-blog]

          Val moved slowly to take up the emptied out space beside the raven haired detective, two cups in his right hand as he offered them to the other as well as taking one for himself. He wasn’t supposed to drink, not when he was meant to keep a clear head on his shoulder but when did he ever accomplish what he was supposed to do? He snorted under his breath, casting a casual glance over at the other with a twitch of his lips before he gestured towards the cup. “What do you say to a little peace offering?” @valentinevcga

[valentinevcga]

Valentine stood, leaning onto the bar counter, head spinning with a million thoughts. She’d been like that for a couple of moments when the sound of the cup on the counter pulls her out of it. She doesn’t bother looking up at the figure beside her - she knows it’s her notorious male namesake. She takes the glass in her hand and then to her lips. She’s not entirely sure what he means with the offer, but she doesn’t really care. She just hopes he’ll get that she’s not too annoyed by his presence. “What’s the time stamp on that?” She murmurs after taking her first sip, still not looking up at the man.

[valentinevcga]

“Oh!” Rebekah’s face brightly lit up at the sound of her partner and her arms wrapped around Valentine for a brief moment. “If I would have known you were coming, I would have ordered you something on my dime,” she spoke, sitting back in her seat. “I’m just hanging out like I normally do, babe. Just drinking the night away before the morning shift.”

Valentine received the embrace, sitting still on the bench with a slight smile forming on her lips. Probably not the most genuine one since she’s never been too keen on physical contact (other than punches or sex, really), but Rebekah’s was one that she wasn’t extremely opposed to. “It’s never too late. I’ll take a whiskey, on the rocks.” She winked at her partner. “Gotcha, gotcha. Well, that’s good.”

[valentinevcga]

Her first urge was to defend herself, as some of the stories she could tell from her work at the prison could easily top that– but then she was so shocked by the mention of pissing in a fruit bowl, all her thoughts stopped. “Wait, wait,” Morrigan shook her head, a half smile on her lips. she was unsure whether to be horrified or impressed and honestly, it was leaning towards the latter. “Please tell me this story right here, right now.”

The fruit bowl story was, in fact, not the worst drunk story Valentine had. I mean, what kind of lousy alcoholic would she be if it were? But of course, the detective wasn’t about to go around spilling her drunken secrets to people in the middle of an underground fighting event. “It’s really not a cute story.” She crossed her arms, leaning back against the wall behind her. She had time to waste in that damn line, better to tell the story. “Not very complex either. Just got home way too wasted, didn’t want to wake up my husband with bathroom noise... pissed in the fruit bowl. The best solution I could find at the moment.”

[valentinevcga]

“You say that now but just wait til he starts going on some long tangent about Lucky Charms.” Another joke, usually Rodrigo couldn’t help himself. He loved his quips. “Broken legs equal getting a handicapped sticker. Dude should really thank me if that were to happen. I mean, what’s better then closer parking?” Even that was low, but the man really had no filter to him. It was nothing new. “Seems like your humor’s a little dry. Like your drink. Maybe you should work on that?” A brow raising, a devilish smile plaguing the lips of the man. Seriously there was always that sort of fire in the man’s eyes.

Valentine scoffed. Jesus, what a terrible joke. The parking spot one was a tad better, but still not by much. “You do realize that the fucking sticker will mean nothing if he can’t drive, right?” She shot back at the man, deadpanning. She didn’t really care if his jokes made sense or not, though. “You know what’s drier than my humor and my drink? My lips. Which is why I need another one.” And with that, Val turned to the bar and gestured to the bartender. “Now onto the usual,” ending her sentence with a wink and turning back to the smirk-ish man. “You having anything? It’s on me.”

[morriganroshe-deactivated201910]

After watching three fights, losing what little money she had brought with her to rigged bets ( she was sure of it, she can’t be that much of a loser, can she? ), and downing four tequila shots to make up for her injured pride, Morrigan had attempted to find the bathroom and found the line about as long as the row of motorcycles parked outside. She let out a heavy sigh and turned back towards the swarm of people crowding the upstairs bar, considering her options. “I’m about to find a sink and lose all my dignity, with my money,” she muttered to herself, wondering how good the memory of a bunch of drunk bikers would be. 

[valentinevcga]

Just as she approached the ladies’ room for a much needed piss, Valentine heard what the woman leaving the bathroom spoke. “Jesus fuck, that’s pretty low,” she couldn’t help but comment. Usually she’d ignore it and just wait in line for her time. She wasn’t drunk enough to start a fight so cut in line. “And that’s coming from someone who’s pissed in a fruit bowl, so it means something.”

[rebekahdanvers]

__ With her shift over and nothing in her life going exactly the way it was supposed to, Rebekah Danvers decided to make a quick trip to the local bar. Of course that ‘quick trip’ always turned into a ‘til closing ordeal, but in the meantime the woman always met some interesting characters. To witnesses bar fights (and doing nothing about them as he was off duty) to entertaining the drunken messes men get when they drink too much, to even picking up a few of the girls for the night; it was never a dull night whenever she would take her frequent trip. This particular night had started off slow, but then it turned into late night karaoke and Rebekah thanked whatever twisted God was out there to give her entertainment. 

Watching as someone slid into the seat beside her, Rebekah lightly nudged them with her shoulder. “That se’supposed ta’be taken,” she slurred with a playful wink. “But you can sit there ‘til my friend comes back.” The ‘friend’ she was referring to was a drunken mess of a man who had had it with her sarcastic remarks and obvious tone of ‘I’m not going home with you’.

[valentinevcga]

“It’s taken by me now, smug face.” Valentine looked at her clearly inebriated work partner. That was a sight to see, really, drunk Rebekah Danvers. She’d seen her co-worker in that situation before, and she’s pretty sure she’s been seen by her in a way worse state, so small talk about being drunk wasn’t necessary. “What’re you up to tonight?” She asked, mostly to make conversation, but the hint of curiosity in her voice was genuine.

[nickymendcza-blog]

Hues relegated to the two women now entering the fighting pit, a more rare occurrence but certainly not unwelcome in this space where debauchery reigned supreme. “I’m putting twenty on the little one. I like an underdog.” Throwing a bill onto the table between himself and a few others, his gaze flickered towards the approach of another as the ghost of a smirk adorned otherwise jovial features. “You want in or did you just come to stare?”

[valentinevcga]

“Fifty on the big one.” Valentine slapped the bill on the table she’d just approached after observing from a distance. She looked down at the man she was betting against, then turned around to face the pit, drink in hand.