Re: AT THE BAR (soon to be ON STAGE SINGING MY DRUNK LITTLE HEART OUT)
Julian managed a wide grin, making the best use of his macabre make-up, as Ariana stormed off. At least this time around, she was the one being forced to leave the confrontation, though he had to admit that this wasn't the most equal of battlegrounds. Still, he felt victorious and brought his drink up for one last sip before depositing the empty glass on the bar counter, where it was nearly instantaneously swept up by one of his ghoulishly decorated bartenders. No empty glass was left unattended for long, something Julian had driven home into his employees from the first day they started working at CASKET.
His eyes followed Ariana's trajectory through the crowd, made especially easy due to her brightly colored costume. For a moment he wondered to where she was headed, but his curiosity was satiated as she climbed the stage to the karaoke machine. Brows rose in surprise - either she'd grown bolder in the time they'd spent apart or she'd consumed more drinks than he was aware of. But surely she wouldn't do anything too embarrassing. And if anything, she would only be humiliating herself in the long run. He looked away for a moment, gauging the audience's reaction as the first strains of the song rang out from the loudspeakers - and then the words started, making Julian immediately push up from his spot on the bar.
Signalling the bouncers from the doorway, he motioned for them to head to the stage. Turning around to reach over the counter, he grabbed a walkie talkie that was connected to backstage, hopefully either in someone's hand or clipped onto a belt.
"Cut the speakers, cut them now," was the aggravated whisper that he put into the high-tech communication system that connected him with the sound people in the back. If he didn't hear those speakers going dead within the next few moments, someone was going to lose their job. Keeping a grip on the walkie-talkie, Julian turned and started making his way through the crowd as well (doing so as politely as possible, keeping a cool appearance despite the suddenly spiraling out of control situation) in order to ensure that everything was being handled appropriately. Not many people here would recognize Ariana as his wife, but for those that did, tongues would start wagging and the truth of their relationship's quick unraveling would be the newest kind of gossip tied to his club. CASKET did not need that sort of advertisement, no matter what his little money-making honey might think.