Re: AT THE BAR (soon to be ON STAGE SINGING MY DRUNK LITTLE HEART OUT)
He was still leaning against the bar, surveying his tiny kingdom when he saw her. Of course she'd make an appearance - it wasn't enough to come snooping around during off hours and bothering his staff. Nevermind that she hadn't wanted anything to do with the club in the past year or so. No, undoubtedly she was merely here to try and make him uncomfortable, perhaps ruin the party in some way. And yet the feeling in the back of his mind that he was assuming too much nearly made him grimace: what was more, it pushed him to move off of the counter and thread his way through the people to where she was standing. The devil costume was elaborate and bright, but it suited her very, very well. She was all color next to his dull coloring, which was a switch when compared to their personalities.
Taking a spot next to her, wondering if she'd move away the moment she had the chance to (though here it was less likely that she'd escape, not with so many people creating a living barrier), he took another sip of his Blue Voodoo and cleared his throat. His line of sight followed hers, right up to the witch currently destroying the song on stage. Karaoke was always a hit, though more with those who were already loosened up with a little liquor. Julian could only grin, because everyone else was so tossed that they didn't care about the cat-like yodeling of the woman on stage. He could only wonder who would be next up in line to humiliate themselves so utterly.
"I bet myself $50 that you'd show up. Thanks for making me a winner, honey bunny." This time he kept his eyes to himself, not looking to see if the wedding band was still there, not going to rove over where the bodice of her dress clung to her hips. No, this was just a friendly conversation. he wasn't going to do anything that would make her feel like she needed to leave - not in such a public space, anyway. No, he'd leave that option for her to decide. In comparison to their last and most recent encounter, he would do his best to behave, which was easy since he was in a place that made him feel the most comfortable. Not to mention, most of the recent, recurring patrons of the bar knew him and not her; everything was in his favor, so there was no reason to not extend a little cooperation to the woman he'd married.