The flashes of the cameras were blinding.

The paparazzi practically shoved their lenses in your face the moment you stepped out of the limousine — their aggressive approach startling you. No matter how many red carpet events you attended with Dave, you never got used to the shouting and lights. Dave however seemed just as stoic as usual.

The aforementioned man strode forward, his hand pressed against the small of your back as he guided you across the crimson walkway and towards the massive theatre. Any questions thrown his way were ignored, leaving some frustrated reporters in your wake. Little did they know just how lucky they were to not be subjected to one of Dave’s pointless rambles. He loved to fuck with the paparazzi, giving them nothing-burger answers and firing stupid questions back at him. It never hurt his popularity though — in fact it only made people more eager to get past his nearly impenetrable walls of irony, walls that you had some how managed to wiggle through.

Not that you were really sure how you got through them in the first place.

You feel your muscles relax as you finally make it into the building — a gilded gold and red lobby greeting you. That and the posters for Dave’s new movie, ‘sweet bro and hella jeff: 3D.’ The graphic designers had really outdone themselves — these posters were even more ridiculous than the last.

You’re snapped out of your daze when Dave leans towards you, red eyes just barely visible behind his shades. “you alright”