Evidently, the friend that Ambassador Verengoning was keen on them meeting was another Human diplomat: a woman who seemed far classier than the entire rest of the club combined. She was just as friendly and welcoming as he was, no doubt as her job required. Vreta did realize that his career made him more paranoid than most, but it was hard for him to trust the authenticity of those who were paid to make friends. Still, it was not as if he was going to be swayed from his duty by a night of drinking, dancing, and sampling strange inhalants. [i]Perhaps[/i] the Sthrirad might have been more of a concern than the other aspects of the club, but Vreta always had his toxin filters on standby if he needed them. He felt safe enough to indulge. 

Vreta headed down the lift just behind Freyr and 595, leaving the ambassador to speak with his superior. He resisted the tempation to do a search on the effects of the inhalant, as he figured he might enjoy the night more if it was a surprise. He chuckled to himself for a few moments before speaking up loudly enough to be heard by them over the noise of the crowd. “Is this how most Humans like to enjoy their evenings? I will admit, this is not what I expected after my time on Outremer. Though, perhaps that is just because no one wanted to invite me to the [i]fun[/i] parties.”