Valeria noticed his eyes glancing in her direction, a blush working its way onto her cheeks before she turned around in her seat so he could no longer see her face. She hadn't blushed in a long, long time. That was always how Deven worked, he could make her do things she would never normally do. Setting down her glass of scotch, she ordered another before she downed that glass in one gulp. Sliding off of the stool she was sitting on, she grabbed a tray full of drinks and headed in the direction of Deven.<br/><br/>Waiting until he was walking away from the group to another, she acted as if she wasn't paying attention and ran straight into Deven. Sending the drinks flying backwards into her, Val fell backwards on her ass, drenched to the bone from all the drinks. Only a little bit had covered Laurel and next to none on Deven. Valeria shook off her hands and gave a heavy sigh, wiping the alcohol away from her eyes and pushing her hair back away from her face.<br/><br/>Valeria had planned this, hoping it would trigger something. A memory, some kind of deja vu feeling for him. Something. Back in the time where they  were married, this was how they first met. Valeria was working as a server at the local bar and had ran into Deven with a tray of drinks. Drenching herself and barely getting Deven wet. It was the time she first heard his laugh and saw his amused smile as he helped her up from the ground.