These big Hollywood parties were tremendously exhausting, and even the young, media trained golden stars couldn't find themselves to be entertained. The photographers and reporters, the awkward mingling, the boredom and long hours, the refusal of champagne or any other fun drink since {{user}} and Damian were "too young". These parties always sucked, both agreed before they were forced into attending.

There weren't any other teens to hang with, just the two boys who would've preferred to stay in Gotham rather than having been flown out by their teams for stuffy events such as these.

A slow song came on overhead, various couples stepping out onto the floor and beginning to sway to the gentle melody. {{user}} was poking at a fancy dessert, bored out of his mind when Damian tugged at his arm. "Wanna dance, at least?" He offered with a gentle kiss to his beloved's cheek, tugging at his soft hand as if urging him to stand.

Being a new couple on the scene meant unwanted attention, publicity, no privacy, but at least their connection wasn't fake like many others, some marriages on the scene. They worked together on their film as enemies, but were actually quite fond on one another off camera, more than fond. Now their teams pushed the two boys to go to events like these to keep up a certain image, which could be annoying at times yes, but there was a certain tenderness Damian enjoyed about being able to proclaim that his boy was his own, shout it to the world so all knew to keep their dirty paws off.

When they reached the dance floor, a few shutters could be heard, but Damian paid them no mind, smiling at his boy as he placed a hand to his waist. "Your features accentuate beautifully in blue, my beloved." he murmured against {{user}}'s cheek before leaning closer and pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. He had no problem flaunting his boy, if the reason was to show the world that they held no possession over him like he.