"Just a little place off the wharf - good food, good drinks, and there's always a good, local band playing," he started, answering her questions in the order she'd asked. As soon as they were at the same starting line, Julian began to walk toward the lobby doors, holding one open chivalrously. After that it was a short walk to his car, a rather worn but still faithful sedan that had served him well over the many years he'd owned it. Having put the majority of his earnings back into the club itself, there wasn't a lot of money to spend on fancy cars, not that Julian cared for that sort of thing. As long as the wheels got him where he needed to go, that was all that was important.
"And I am from California, just not this particular town. Oakland is where I was born and raised; wandered around the state quite a bit, though, bar tending school in Hollywood and then various other parts, but Newport ended up being a good spot for opening CASKET. Never been out of the country, but I'd like to think I've visited a good number of states, you know, to broaden the horizons," he continued, an easy smile lingering on his fine features. At the car he opened the passenger side door for Vanessa, allowing her to slip in and then crossing over to the driver's side where he started up the old beast.