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[imalwaysangry]

[Bruce tugs at his tie, loosening it the tiniest bit as he looks out across the massive ballroom. He's attended black tie affairs before, but nothing like this. He tries not to think of the collective wealth in this room, or the amount of it being worn around necks and wrists tonight and how far it would go in other, far less desirable places in the world.

A caterer offers him a glass of champagne and he takes it reluctantly when she refuses to move on. Obviously, Tony's coached the staff.] Thank you.

[He holds it awkwardly, calculating just how long he should stay before he slips out.]

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[wereokay]

[It feels like they're running away again. Sometimes, Betty thinks that it's the only way they can ever find time for each other. They have to grab these moments and steal them away from the whole world. Each one, more rare and precious than the last.]

I could talk him into opening up for us. [States away, it's a joke, but it's also a truth. Betty had a way with certain people, often just for the sake of mutual fondness would closed doors open upon her request.]

Isn't this the city that doesn't sleep? [Her fingers weaved between Bruce's, everything feels right in the world.]

[imalwaysangry]

[He shoots her a small grin as they move towards the doors. He's positive that Stanley would do just that if Betty asked. There's not many that can say no to her sweetness.

He's surprised anyone can sleep after what went down just a few short weeks ago, but then again people and New Yorkers specifically, had a way of pushing unpleasant memories back and moving on.] There's probably half a dozen pizza places in a mile vicinity.

[He nods at a security guard in a black suit at the door and he moves to open the door for both of them, the unseasonably cool air that blows over them is a literal breath of fresh air. Well, fresh in the New York sense, anyway. They are surrounded by skyscrapers.] Well, maybe not this neighborhood. But close.