"People are at that," and that was just factoring in normal people, never mind thralls who'd thought themselves in love with the Daeva.
Another too-wide-too-fake smile, this time paired with a laugh, hollow as always, and a small bow. Alice thought that Vivian would have got it, even if women was exchanged with man, in wingman, but maybe it was her and Ale's age, that caused them to not know the term. Or maybe it was their age paired with them being from the UK and Italy.
"Change? Yeah! I'm just...." trailed off, or maybe swallowed by the sound of the club, "Wanna be different!" she was nothing but a victim in the White, terrified of doing, or being, or moving. Swallowed and eaten. Flesh whipped off, again and again, and again. She wasn't going to be that again.
A nod, "I do watch a lot of cooking shows - or I used too. I loved looking at the amazing food, and realizing I'd never get to that level." or need to, ever. "The plates were always so pretty." a head shake, and a laugh, "I'm into reality trash too - I always watch Big Brother - Canada!" it always made her a little nostalgic, a little homesick, but it was a nice-ish feeling, so she watched the one that reminded her of home - and how stupid people could be.
"A peach Kir!" she shouts over the crowd to the bartender, "Oh wait, that sounds yummier. What my new friend said! The Weded Bliss!" turned back to the others, "Thank you, I'll get the next round!" she was feeling weird, wired. There was an....anticipation thrumming through her.
"Blow job shot?" Confused for a seconded before she remembered that scene in Deadpool. "Never mind! I'm not too much into shots either. Actually I'm usually not into drinking either!"