The drink slams down on the booth table, melting into the rest of the sounds on the noisy club, someone's crashing glass as a fight breaks out drowned by the loud music.
"I just don't get why you stay with that hijo de puta!" Valentino's voice, full of biterness and slightly slurring from the alcohol, rises over the cacophony on the background. It doesn't seem to bother him. "You're worth so much more than this dirty second-rate club, and yet you let them sell you for fucking pennies!" He shakes his head, antennae swinging with the movement, and someone is slammed into a nearby table, earning a dirty stare from the moth before going back to ignoring it.
Taking the last swing of his drink, he grabs his cigar and lights it, taking one long swig before exhaling the smoke in hearts, voice turning sweeter.
"I could treat you so much better than that pendejo, baby. You could be a star, put you in front of a camera like you deserve. You and me, together." His words are sweet as honey, not the first time he's extended the hopeful offer to the spider sitting next to him.
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