The feeling he got looking at this kid wasn't the same overwhelming feeling of recognition he got around Adam or Lucy. This was something else, a niggling feeling that maybe, once, they'd worked together. Run on the same track team. Been stuck on the same bus for a while and had a memorable conversation. It was an annoying feeling, like an itch he couldn't quite scratch, but it didn't seem important enough to focus on. He'd remember whatever it was eventually.
Meanwhile, it was no excuse to be rude. "Never met either of them," Richard said, shrugging, "but one of them's the director of a series of movies that I really like. Plus, I just figured that any party that takes two penthouses is the place to be." He walked up to the younger man, looking him over carefully. The clothes screamed college student and the vaguely confused look meant he was probably out of his depth as far as parties went. Richard wasn't sure what to make of the hair. The whole scene brought back memories of a younger, mulleted version of himself, and Richard couldn't help but smile. He wondered what this kid's position was on Stephen King.
"I don't think there's a dress code," he said dismissively, "and between you and me, if there is it's probably not a very good party anyway. I've been to a couple of black-tie affairs. Nothing but Bruce Wayne wannabes comparing yacht-sizes as far as the eye can see and getting progressively more drunk as they do so. It can get ugly." It had been a couple of years since "The Dark Knight", but he hoped the reference was still topical enough to pass for cool. How did you talk to a college kid, anyway? Richard couldn't remember the last time he had tried.