"It's more the people that make a place memorable, rather than the place itself," he commented, following behind her and giving a glance around the room. It was full to the brim, mostly due to the late hour and the weekend, though it was still somewhat surprising for a night spot to be this busy on a Sunday night. Julian knew from experience that it was like this most nights, and he'd chatted up the owner often enough to glean a few secrets of getting people coming back often. Mainly a comfortable setting and good food, but decent prices didn't hurt either. After a long day of work, most people wanted to drop their office masks and socialize, and both CASKET and Woody's Wharf offered ample space to do such things.
Gently placing a hand on the small of Vanessa's back (and doing so lightly, so as to not be accused of manhandling or pushy) he gave a careful signal to head toward the bar, where he'd get them started on a round of drinks. He ordered something simple, a Captain Morgan with lime squeezed into it. Motioning for Vanessa to make her own order, he leaned on the counter with an elbow while he sipped his rum and studied the crowd.