So, this was how the lower class lived and interacted. It wasn't awful, but the closeness between Brian and Amelia was incredibly strange, especially given their supposed lack of a relationship beyond the friendship level. Though, Valerie surmised, based on the slight private conversation she and Amelia had shared, Valerie was starting to wonder if their lack of a relationship came from a lack of attraction, physically, from one of the two. But she thought it best not to pry. The last thing she needed was to get invested into the private and personal affairs of two strangers she met at a club.

An audible scoff came from Valerie as the food was set at the table, and it grew louder as both Amelia and Brian began eating. It was bad enough to be ordering food at a night club, but half of it was fried food. Instead of indulging in the meal, Valerie drank down her glass of Cristal before beginning to pour herself a second. "Honestly, you two eating that crap is more likely to scare me off than drunk dancing. You haven't been to the office Christmas parties. Any dancing you do, drunk or otherwise, will look amazing in comparison."

Just thinking about the party three years ago, where one of the temp hires got so drunk that he ran around the office with his pants around his ankles and then attempted to dance only before passing out in a cubicle, was enough to make Valerie visibly shudder. "The Cristal is on my tab, but you're on your own for the food. I might be more generous and cover your drinks." 

She let her remarks about the drinks the two were drinking stay firmly in her mind. If only because she was trying to be civil.