Honestly, Victor had never been all that into these kind of parties, but it had gotten even less appealing as time moved on. As things changed. As less mattered.

Getting drunk had never done much for him, drugs were already losing their novelty too. He was the richest teenager in Gotham, just old enough to be the sole heir after his parents had been pronounced dead. There was really nothing he couldn't afford, which made it a lot less fun to get anything.

The crowd at this party was too boring. Everyone looked the same. Sounded the same. Blah blah. Next time he'd invite better people, he'd have to do some careless curating.

Someone was talking at him and he wasn't even attempting to listen. Instead he scanned the room, wondering if he should just throw everyone out. Then his eyes were drawn to someone with a different energy. It was subtle at first. Just a different infliction to his voice, different than all these other young, rich socialites with their vapid lives.

Then the guy started dancing and - given the way it definitely did not fit the music - the standing out was much less subtle now. Victor smiled to himself and walked right over. Some people could be a better high than any drug.