Julian was a fixture at CASKET - it was rare for an evening to go by and him to not make an appearance; he practically lived in the back office, though he spent the majority of his time mingling amongst the guests and personally ensuring their enjoyment. This particular night found him dressed to the nines with a pressed, collared shirt, vertically striped with alternating lines of blue, black, and silver, black dress pants and finished with polished, black dress shoes. With his long hair smoothed back and mustache and goatee neatly trimmed, he looked every bit the part of a proud business owner, and slowly he was making his way through the club, greeting patrons old and new, ensuring that all were having a good time.
Just as Lily was finishing her sentence, Julian slid into the conversation without so much as a hiccup. "Have you tried anything we've got on the menu here? I'll admit, none of it is the healthiest and the majority is alcoholic, but I hope you're finding your evening here to be pleasant." He held out a hand to shake Luc's, his grip warm and efficient but not lingering; with Lily, he pressed a kiss to the skin of her hand, patting it between his own before finally releasing her appendage. Glancing at the bar tender, he leaned over on the bar and nodded before speaking.
"These two have drinks on the house tonight, Bernie. Either keep the scotch and the sunrises coming, or whatever they order," he commanded in a soft tone, then turned back to his patrons with a toothy, beaming smile. "Pax Letale residents, right? Nice to see that a few of you took me up on my offer. Which residents are you, if I may be so bold to ask?"