*skeptically* Please. Who else are you going to bitch with?
*speaking of dinner, pauses a minute as the waiter returns to take their order* *yep, that'll be dinners and appetizers and more alcohol, yay!*
*returning to the conversation at hand, pleasantly* I sort of hate you, in the best possible sense. Please don't let me embarrass myself in front of your hot boyfriend, I'm begging you.
*plays with a strand of her hair and sips her champagne* Okay. Me-talk time. Right. *tries to sound matter-of-fact* I told you I danced with a guy at the princess' summer ball, didn't I?