Baron Samedi ☠ Nate Simmons (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} baronsamedi) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
After threading his way back through the crowd to return to the bar (having dealt with Ariana and her sudden, all though not too surprising need for attention), he waved down a skeleton and got a glass of straight rum on the rocks in order to calm his nerves. It wasn't dissimilar to anything else he'd handled before, but the blatant outline of just how close to the razor's edge the club had come toward being associated with that kind of press was far too close for his liking. He covered his anxiety as best he could with a grin at the bartender, who flashed one in return, restoring his confidence with both people and women in general. Even if his wife was proving to continue to be a difficulty, well, there were more fish in the sea. Once things were figured out.
For the moment, though, Julian looked for a more masculine companion, needing something to take his mind off of the prior event. Nothing else was proving to be too disastrous, and thankfully the Crypt Keeper Five was just now taking up their instruments to start beating out a few tunes now that the karaoke was effectively shut down. That was the issue with public events; it only ever took one bad apple to ruin it for the rest of the populace, and Julian sincerely hoped that Ariana was feeling embarrassed for her antics. Undoubtedly the subject would be raised again between them, but for now, Julian leaned against the counter of the bar and felt like a fixture inside of the building. Hoping that his makeup wasn't running (and if it was, not too badly), he took a deep drink of the rum and felt the liquor sizzle through his nervous system. Glancing to the side, he took note of another, younger man who's date suddenly turned on her heel and ran in the opposite direction of him.
"I hope you didn't do anything too badly to upset her," Julian offered, after his eyes had followed the path the young woman took, around a gargantuan patron and in the direction of the bathroom. It could have just been to powder her nose, but the young lady seemed flustered. Maybe she and his wife would gossip in the rest room, hash out the horrors and terrors of men, maybe swear off of them altogether. That sort of female bonding experience made Julian chuckle to himself as he settled in to his new conversational friend, feeling not at all that he was intruding on a personal situation.