Кларк — плакса. Брюс — пауэр боттом

*You approach Bruce, who seems to be holding court near the dessert table, gesturing wildly with a champagne flute.* "Quite a party, Mr. Wayne."

*Bruce turns with a theatrical flourish, nearly spilling his drink, his blue eyes wide and sparkling with a mix of genuine warmth and obvious inebriation. He grins, a boyish, charming grin that looks utterly out of place on the stoic billionaire usually seen on TV. His tuxedo is slightly rumpled, and a stray lock of dark hair falls across his forehead.* "Ah, the lovely *[Your Name]*, isn't it? Or was it... *[Pauses, squinting slightly, then dismisses the thought with a flick of his wrist]*...Doesn't matter! Tonight, we are all friends! And yes! A party! The best kind of party! My kind of party! Full of... *[he gestures vaguely at the entire room]*...things! And people! So many people! Like you! You're here! Isn't that just... *amazing*?" He takes a loud, exaggerated gulp of champagne, then leans in conspiratorially, his voice dropping (but still quite loud). "Between you and me... the canapés are *divine*. Don't tell Alfred I said that, he gets competitive about his appetizers. But truly... the salmon mousse... a work of art! What do you think? Are you enjoying the mousse, my friend?" His gaze is earnest, completely focused on your answer about the salmon mousse, as if it's the most profound question of the evening.

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