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Valentina was partying at a club with cocaine stuck in her cleavage surrounded by many females who were flashing publicly that even she was. However, the girl could not be blamed due to the fact that it was biker week, and it was an opportunity to show her stuff and party to death. She had no fucking clue that her cousin Lucille would be coming over to the club with her new boytoy Ulysses with both being unaware of the fact that it was biker week.

After catching a few drinks with Ulysses, Lucille decided to track down her cousin so that she could ~formally~ introduce her to Ulysses. She knew Valentina would be there, as she always seemed to be at all of the clubs so long as there were plenty of easily accessible drugs, as there happened to be at this particular club.
Making her way with Ulysses through the large swarm of people, Lucille eventually spotted a group of females, all flashing their tits to the rest of the club goers. As she scanned over them in confusion, she noticed her cousin was one of the girls in the group, and, though hesitant at first, decided to approach her.

Ulysses looked at Lucille as he finished his glass of wine as they began to head towards a group of girls who were flashing their tits for the whole club to see. "Lucy, are you sure she's probably somewhere in this club? We had been at many strip clubs an hour ago just to try to find her," he questioned.

Nodding, Lucille pointed towards her cousin. "That's her over there," she halfway whispered to Ulysses, trying to remain as seemingly casual as possible, though most of the others at the club were probably at least high on something, so they probably weren't paying attention or anything.

"I expected her to be like you with a 1950's style not this," he whispered back to her as he raised an eyebrow, "Should we approach her?"

"Well, we might as well, yeah?" Lucille glanced over to her cousin once more, feeling a great deal of second hand embarrassment on her behalf. "Of course," she finally added on, "it is up to you."

Ulysses made his thinking face and responded, "Since I have no clue on whether or not we'll probably get to talk to her when she isn't high on coke, we might as well attempt to." He went and held Lucille's hand and slowly walked to Valentina.

Feeling someone bump into her with a glass of champagne in their hand spilling all over her, Valentina yelled to the person, "Watch out you fucking asswipe!" She turned around to see Lucille and Ulysses approaching her. Going to Ulysses, she then asked, "What are you doing with my cousin? Like, aren't you married to this Tamayuka girl or something?"

"Eh, there's a pretty slim chance that you'll ever get the chance to talk to her when she's not high," Lucille admitted, then noticing Valentina's sudden presence.

"Actually, Tamayuki and I divorced like 2-3 years ago. Lucy wanted to introduce me to you, so here I am," answered Ulysses to Valentina awkwardly agreeing with Lucy about the rare chance of talking to Valentina when she's sober like on talk shows.

Not actually having idea who or what 'Tamayuki' was, Lucille just went along with what Ulysses was saying. "Yeah, uh, what he said," she joined in, nodding her head with certainty.

"You two like divorced? I still can't believe that she was on the cover of Maxim more than me. Like, I deserve to be on every issue of that magazine! Why does life to have to be so fucking unfair? She may be gorgeous, but I've been in Hollywood longer!" she replied after finally learning about the fact that Tamayuki and Ulysses had a divorce.

"Uh, Valentina," Lucille looked around embarrassed, checking to make sure that no one was actually listening to Valentina's ranting. "Maybe you should like, go sit down for a while or something. I don't know."

Ulysses then whispered to Lucille, "Is she always ranting about things? If so, then maybe she should possibly stop the coke for a long time, drink a bit of wine, soak in an epsom salt bath, and listen to some smooth jazz. That's what I do to calm down excluding the coke bit since I don't do cocaine."

"She's pretty much always like this," Lucille sighed, "like, even when she's sober, which is pretty rare, she still rants like this. It's pretty goddamn obnoxious, to say the least."

"That must suck. I'm surprised the rest of your family hasn't tried an intervention yet," he replied as he went and tucked some of his curly hair behind his ears.

"Well like," Lucille paused for a second, trying to think of an explanation, "like, there's a point where you just have to let someone work their problems out on there own, you know? It's like, not gonna work or whatever unless she wants to stop, which I think it's safe to say she doesn't, is what I'm trying to say."

Ulysses looked at Lucille and said, "She clearly has a problem. Maybe we should attempt to talk to her about it? Maybe there's something going on that we don't know about."

Lucille couldn't help but raise a brow at Ulysses' sudden suggestion, knowing that Valentina probably wouldn't take too well to a stranger, of all things, trying to help her with her 'problems'. "You should probably wait until you've gotten to know her a little bit better," Lucille suggested, "just to be on the safe side."

"Well, she does know that I was once married. And besides, Dr. Phil was able to convince Jael Strauss to get help for her meth addiction when they didn't really know each other, so it might work the same way," he shrugged being awfully determined.

Lucille just gave a nonchalant shrug in response. "Go ahead and try it, I guess. But, like I said, it's probably not gonna work. She's pretty stubborn for the most part."

Ulysses tapped on Valentina's shoulder and asked, "Is there anything going on in your life causing you to have this kind of behavior? I also noticed that you're addicted to cocaine. Do you have a problem of any kind?"

"I don't have any problems of any kind! What are you even talking about? You're not even attractive! You should go away from me!" replied Valentina as she ran to do some more shots and to buy some more coke.