He nodded, well aware of the green liquor. Julian had always been more of a rum connoisseur himself, but was always open to any and all types of inebriation. It didn't behoove him to be stingy when it came to finding new drinks for his club; absinthe certainly drew a crowd due to it's infamous origins and quirky reputation, but the club owner was the opinion that people gave it more credit than it was due.
"Host's party, host's rules," he commented, never letting the smile move from his lips. Sliding the Everclear back into its place amidst the other drinks, he smoothed one hand down his shirt front while he waited for the man to pour. "So, it's Michael, correct? And you direct films?" Julian didn't linger long on the forum boards - he didn't have the time nor the interest - but he had managed to look up who was throwing the party and a little background information so he would go informed. He did always love to be one step ahead, whenever possible.
"I'm afraid I'm not a big movie goer, myself, but it certainly seems like it's done well for you," he continued, looking around the apartment once more. The space was huge, but worked against itself in being so empty -- the furnishings though, now those were nice, and Julian itched to run his fingers over the cloth if only to see the texture, fulfill that sensory need that always reared its head when it came to new possibilities.