Ariana (Maguire) Veilleux || Maman Brigitte (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} madamdeath) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
At the sound of Julian's voice, Ariana turned to look at him, eyebrows already crinkling together slightly--a display of annoyance that was restrained from anything further only by the alcohol in her system. Julian finding her so early in the night was a bit of a surprise, but she decided that he couldn't help himself, really. To meddle in every little thing going on in CASKET, especially when it involved her, was only in his nature.
Hard to read was his expression because his face was covered with paint, but the mocking tone of his voice coupled with him boldly venturing near her gave away his attitude. Classic Julian, never one to let things go and wanting to exert as much of his presence as was humanely possible when he was inside of CASKET. He was probably getting a real kick out of this, too, knowing full well she'd have to be on her best behavior lest the patrons get wind of what was really going on between them.
It would be maddening if she hadn't made sure to liquor up shortly after she'd entered the building. Ariana regarded him coolly before looking away and taking a sip of her current beverage, determined to not let things go as badly as they had at Pax. Her eyes drifted to the stage again, focusing on the singing witch instead of the grinning skull painted onto Julian's face.
"Don't pat yourself too hard on the back, Julian. I could have just as well stayed home." Her lips pursed at the sour thought of him knowing where she now lived. She continued, doing her best to keep the agitation out of her tone. "But you're right, I did help make you a winner, didn't I?" With a private smile, she gave him a sidelong glance. "However would you have paid for all of this, I wonder." A simple gesture with the hand not holding her drink motioned to the club around them, implying that not only the party decorations but the building itself was included in her statement. She enjoyed the way the extra folds of cloth on her sleeve flowed with her motions, and came to the natural conclusion that perhaps she was a bit tipsy.
She'd give Julian a few more moments to say his piece, whatever nonsense he decided to spout next. And then she would claim the witch's spot at the microphone, unless someone else got there first--which was not going to happen.