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The Countess and a Silver Heart

Well, the night is still young. And Valerie surely isn't going to be the one doing the date asking

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And the victory to Valerie. Though she hid her amused grin behind the White Russian glass - now empty following her latest sip, her body language became slightly more relaxed, leaning back against the booth and casually tossing her elbow atop the booth back, her hand dangling over the air. Loathe as she was to use such crude methods - she was sure that didn't count as 'negging' as the term went, but it was close enough. But sometimes one had to play a bit dirty to illicit a response. And if there was one thing Valerie was good at, it was playing dirty.

Granted her playing dirty tended to involve donning a mask, a form-fitting cyber suit, and potential loss of human lives.

"Is that right?" Valerie asked towards Brian, though without looking at him or even lifting a finger to acknowledge his statement. "Well, that's probably for the best. Between us, I like having a bit more to grab onto when it comes to the ass." Her response came as she was pouring herself a glass of Cristal. She flirted with the idea of pouring for the other two, but instead slid the bucket towards Brian. She wasn't a server.

Valerie was in mid-sip of the chilled champagne when Amelia scooted closer, sealing the victory in Valerie's eyes. Their skin was making contact. Granted, it was just their arms, but it was still contact. "Oh, but your friend made all the announcements and introductions for me. And he's right, you know, about the groupie thing. So many men and women practically start kissing my feet as I walk just because they think I can put them into a television show or something. As if that's how it works." Valerie shook her head, letting out a heavy sigh before returning to her regular mood. "I'm not looking for a groupie. And I meant what I said earlier. I'm not a celebrity. There's a difference between a celebrity and a media mogul. Next time you're downtown, look up. You'll see a building with the Cartier Communications logo on it. That's mine. The building."

It probably came out like a boast, though that certainly wasn't her intention. The truth had a tendency to sound like boasting when it involved money and ownership of skyscrapers. For her final act, Valerie turned her head and leaned in to Amelia's ear, closer than Amelia had been; not touching, but enough for Amelia to feel the warmth of Valerie's breath. "Hate to dance. Count me in."

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I'd call that a victory for Valerie. Flirting is a win. Doubly so because Valerie didn't initiate it.

Lights, Camera, Action!

Plopping down my interest/spot.

Now to decide if I want to be the DP, the script supervisor, or an executive producer.

Possibly the script supervisor. Or the DP. Both are fun.

Mass Effect: UNITY

Workin' on my post

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A genius intellect has to show off every now and then.

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I always knew having an interest in etymology would pay off some day. Valerie will insult you with words and their origins! And then just insult you!

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Valerie's eyes remained focused on the menu reader. It was cute how she was so desperately trying to act unimpressed, as if somehow pretending to ignore someone gave her credibility. Interacting with people on a daily basis, a large percent of said people being movers and shakers in the world of mass media, had given Valerie a bit of insight into social interactions. She simply treated everything like a business meeting, though when it came to socializing the end goal of the meeting wasn't to secure a million dollar contract. Though it still involved numbers. Granted, if such a social call was to be made, Valerie certainly wouldn't make it here, amidst a crowd that allowed scruffy college slobs to walk around.

To that end, the menu woman was just another obstacle. A nay-sayer in a business deal who was holding out for something more beneficial. Judging from the body language, Valerie figured that the woman was clearly perturbed, or else annoyed, by the presence of someone like Valerie. Perhaps a night to unwind was being ruined. Perhaps a stressful day had been in her schedule and a club like this was doing very little to remove said stress. Maybe, and this was clearly a long shot, but maybe a bad break up had happened recently and she was still going through that 'angry at the world' phase.

Whatever it was, Valerie paid it little mind. Let the woman act as cool as she wanted to. The only one impressed was herself.

"Lia, hmm?" Valerie repeated the name given by the make at the table as she took another sip from her glass. "You don't look French, so...Italian, then. As a name, the..three hundred and fifty first most popular name for a girl as of four years ago. Or, perhaps that's just a cute nickname between friends, like 'Chuck' for Charlie or 'Dick' for Richard. Not many names have the diminutive form 'Lia', but the most popular is Amelia, which was the ninth most popular girl's name in Australia of all places as of last year. You know, Amelia, it's funny that you mention the lack of kids, and not just because it makes you sound like you're compensating. Amelia is German in origin and the meaning of the name, or one of them apart from 'industrious' is, and I am being absolutely serious here, your name means 'fertile'."

Valerie paused to let her little speech settle in, meeting the woman's smirk with a nonplussed grin shot back towards her. "Of course, I could be totally wrong, but I doubt that. Etymology is something of a hobby of mine. It's a hit at parties. Which, judging from your general attitude and desire to blow me off for whatever misguided reasons, I'll bet you've not been to many. Parties, that is. Go ahead, keep up the Little Miss Too Cool routine. You're only, what, late twenties? It stopped being cute or a desirable trait after high school, darling. And with that attitude, the only celebrity you'd ever have a shot with is a childhood star who peaked at age nine and spent his teen years on a downward spiral only to be put into rehab by age eighteen. Because he would be on the same level of maturity as you in this very moment."

Another sip from her glass.

"But even then only as a booty call. Which, hey, if you want to order greasy bar food will work out wonderfully. Because it'll make your ass balloon."

If the two of them wanted to play the catty game, so be it. Not the best use of her intellect, but it could provide amusement. For a minute or so.

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Woo~

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It's a guilty pleasure movie for me.

Largely because of Jordanna Brewster. Swoon~