He returned Michael's shake with a firm grip of his own, one last not-so-sincere smile that didn't quite reach his eyes marking his face before he turned for the door. While he still rated the party itself in the low grades, it had still served its purpose - but for the moment, his concentration was on CASKET and the drunk who was currently making a scene. It wasn't necessary to call in the owner, but as Ariana loved to put it, Julian wasn't fond of not knowing how many sheets of toilet paper were left in the bathroom stalls. Though the episode would most certainly be quelled by the time he reached the club, he wanted to ensure that any other wrinkles were immediately smoothed out and that the event would be just as quickly forgotten as it had come about. He also wanted to know who had slipped up in keeping tabs on who was too drunk to continue.
Reaching the elevator, he found himself actually enjoying the quiet as he slumped against one wall, realizing that the other man's presence had had a very abrasive effect on him; and it was mainly due to their apparently similarities, which Julian was able to pinpoint more easily now that he was away and able to trek back over the information he had at hand. With one hand smoothing back his carefully mussed hair, he let out a low sigh, switching his thoughts over to his beloved club, thinking to deal with these new apartment developments later. It was bad enough having to deal with Ariana being in the building, but this new guy might prove to be a problem as well.