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Baron Samedi ☠ Nate Simmons (baronsamedi) wrote in paxletalelogs,

P1 / Open to Michael
Julian would have to name himself a liar if he said his interest wasn't the slightest bit piqued at the mere mention of a party. Even though one could consider his entire life one, due to the fact that he owned a rather well-known club, he could never pass up an opportunity to check out someone else's playpen. Tonight he dressed himself well, black slacks with a midnight blue button-up shirt, his dress shoes polished to shine like a well cut onyx stone. For a moment he wondered at the idea of bringing some kind of gift for the hosts, but then thought against the idea - two well-known hotshots like these probably already had everything they believed the party would require, and who was he to infringe on their pride? The thought gave him a chuckle, at the very least, as he jabbed the Penthouse floor button in the elevator. The ride was smooth and quick, even if he was living on the fourth floor. For a moment he wondered if his wife would be in attendance, before he reminded himself that he should be thinking of her as an ex-wife. They still hadn't discussed the incredibly odd events of Halloween, and sometimes he wondered if it wasn't better left alone.

The dinging of the doors sliding open brought Julian back to the present, and he was saddened to see a rather bare hallway with two doors open, the smell of food and alcohol laced with music creating an atmosphere for the party guests. He was rather surprised to find himself being the first to arrive, since he always adored showing up fashionably late - and, for once, he realized that people might not recognize him. Julian reassured himself that such a thing was fine, especially since he wasn't the host of this particular bash. No, instead he would let the reins slide into the hands of those doing their best to create a memorable occasion, or at least one where others could let loose and have a good time. Heading toward P1, the door of which boasting a sign to inform party-goers that the alcohol was within, he decided to see what their stock looked like. He was, inwardly, impressed with the selection that greeted his eyes in the lavishly furnished apartment (which was, in the long run, a little sparse for Julian's taste). He continued to browse, trying to come to a decision on whether he should sample the food spread or help himself to some liquid courage first.