Sirenia left the bar to find her seat, and Natalie simply nodded, before turning back to her drink. The talk of niche modelling cemented the idea that Natalie had seen that girl before, and now she had a name to put to that face. She didn't particularly care, and would probably never see her again, but it was a nice touch. How many times when she wasn't famous did she have that problem? Now she could solve it by asking the person...in person. This was one of those strange times when the thought really hit her that she was a celebrity. You'd have thought the millions of fans would have done the trick, but no. You do get used to them as if they're a part of your actual life now. And in a way, they are. They'll be there even after she retires.

Natalie downs her drink and looks around the room for 'interesting people'. A few people she'll be keeping an eye on, but these people aren't big enough asses to be entertaining to watch while sober. A lot of people were miserable here, even behind their laughs and smiles. Very understandable, but they should have learned how to deal with it a long time ago. Natalie liked to occasionally give to charity. It cleansed her palette and reminded her that she was capable of more and better things than just creating insults and controversies. That, however, was not why she was here. She liked to stay grounded by taking the piss out of 'real' celebrities. A reminder to her brain to never become these people and always stay the same smart-mouthed bitch that makes fun of them.