Mysteries of the Corazon

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MATURE

"COME on, Velma! You know you want to eat some queso." Shaggy pleaded with his slightly younger friend, on his knees.

Velma rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, pulling him up, "You are such a drama queen, Shag."

"I can't help it. Food makes me crazy. Right, Scooby?" the dog immediately nodded heavily.

Velma chuckled at the duo and they went on their way towards the Mexican restaurant.

The gang was currently vacationing in Spain and there was a Mexican Bar & Grill that they passed on their way to the hotel. Shaggy and Scooby were adamant that they went for a bite to eat. They hadn't gone on vacation in awhile and they deserved to spoil themselves.

Daphne and Fred were still in their hotel room. Their anniversary was today and so they were spending their day together. They'd be coming to the restaurant later, though.

Daphne laid in bed, holding her stomach. Fred gave her a small smile and bundled her up with the cover.

"Are you sure?" Fred asked his redheaded girlfriend.

She sighed, "Yeah, go. You know I always get sick after plane rides. Go have fun with the gang. I'll be here when you get back."

"Okay. Rest well." he kissed Daphne's forehead and closed the door behind him.

Not long after leaving the hotel, he saw Shaggy and Scooby at their table and he went to sit down.

"Where's Velma?" he asked as he grabbed a menu.

"Um, she's a little busy at the moment." Shaggy warned Fred as he pointed to the bar where Velma was currently barely clothed and laying half her body on the guy next to her who didn'r seem to mind.

"God, Shag. Why would you let her do that?" Fred freaked, immediately jumping out of his seat to assist his friend.

Fred walked up to Velma and immediately pulled her off the Spanish guy she was laying on.

"Amigo, she's fine with me." the man said.

Fred gave him a welcoming look, but said, "I appreciate you watching her, but I think she's had a few too many."

Ever since Velma had turned twenty-one, she had become accustomed to getting drink rather often. It was the only time she could be anything more than the smart girl. But Daphne was the only one who had seen this side of her. This was the guys' first wiff of reckless Velma.

"Alright, but you have ny number, bonita." the man smiled at Velma and winked. Velma blew him a kiss.

"Jesus." Fred muttered as he pulled Velma away. He told Shaggy and Scooby to stay and eat and he'd take Velma to her room.

As they found their way to the elevator, Fred finally let go of her arm. He leaned back and took a deep breath.

"God, Velm. What has gotten into you?" he asked.

"Not the Spanish guy." Velma grunted, crossing her arms.

Fred was taken aback by her statement. Not once had he ever seen Velma act this way. He had certainly never seen her drunk nor reference sexual activity. He was used to her being classy and spouting random facts. Not slurring and shaking her breasts around.

As the elevator dinged for their floor, she immediately ran out and Fred began chasing her.

"Velma, come on!" he yelled. As he finally caught up to her, he pounced and knocked her on the ground.