Julian gave his thick, black-brown locks another scratch, the majority of it spiked with a simple product that kept it not only in place, but still having that just rolled out of bed look that required so many hours in a stylist's chair to achieve. Dressed in jeans with business shoes, a beaten gray t-shirt with a business jacket over it, he was the picture of business casual and ready to show this young woman a fun night out.
Nevermind what his wife might think, or even worse, could end up getting pictures of - Jules was less than worried. The club had a few mishaps this past week, mainly with botched orders that absolutely smelled of malicious intent, but Julian was trying to see the nicer side of people. Sometimes it was just that much harder.
He was standing in the lobby, cell phone, wallet, and keys all in his pockets, ready to whisk his fellow apartment dweller off to a good time at Woody's Wharf - it was a place he knew quite well, having been there many, many times before. Quite often with his wife, in fact, but he chose to disregard that particular thought for the evening, intent on focusing solely on having a good time.
When Vanessa stepped free from the elevator, he greeted her with a wide smile, brows arching in his expression of welcome.