Steve/Yelena
"You mean like in the club? With the unsk unsk unsk?"
Yelena pretended to pump her fist in the air like most of the men she saw populating nightclubs these days. It was simple, keeping to the rhythm of the music, but it could hardly be labelled dancing no matter what those men think. She chuckled and shook her head head.
"You're better off not participating."
Listening to Steve describe the kinds of adventures the hotel throws at them, Yelena nodded, taking it all in. That wasn't so bad, from the sound of it. It could definitely be worse.
"So we take the bad with the good. It trades off relief and misery."