Re: Back at the Bar (Nathaniel)
He seemed sincere enough. What would the young man have to gain by pulling the wool over Julian's eyes? Nothing, that he could surmise - the two of them had just met, unless Nathaniel was playing at some elaborate game of espionage, but as far as the elder club owner knew, he didn't have any enemies that would go to such lengths to get dirt on him, or hurt him in such a costly manner. So Julian swept those thoughts aside, instead adopting a mixture of sympathy and amusement to his painted features, the glass of alcohol held lightly in his hand.
"It can be a flustering, receiving attentions when one has little to no experience in such an arena," he offered, rolling thoughts around in his mind. Born with the gift (or perhaps curse) of confidence, Julian had always thrown himself in head first to any situation, consequences be damned. And yet there had hardly ever been any - he had always known what to say, what to do to ensure the speediest route of him winning whatever it was he'd set out to obtain. But once received, the shiny new thing was often tossed aside in favor of a new chase, a new game. He didn't consider this a fault - no, he was just driven.
"But the club environment can make for an intimate setting, though I would suggest the lounge area instead of the bar. Does she drink often?" The woman had been rather small, and pale, for the few moments Julian had spied her. That could have been the simplest of explanations, that she simply couldn't hold her liquor and was embarrassed about the turn of events. Raising his cup to his lips, Julian took a sip as though demonstrating his question.