He made an entrance. As always. Just as predictable he had two models, one hanging on each shoulder and his arms loosely around their waists and a big, cocky grin on his face. The press were immediately all over him, flashes going off as they sought that perfect photo for whatever rag they worked for.

He posed for a few of them, but not many, exchanged some words, pointed at certain individuals, laughed. Basically being himself. Once the chaos looked to be dying down some he kissed a too skinny cheek then sent the girls off with a blatant swat to their backsides. After that, he just smoothed the leather jacket he was wearing needlessly and looked around for a drink.

He hated these things.